"Xiaoya, let's go...... It's here again, let's go......" The old lady grabbed her daughter's hand and hurried to the door, as if there was something terrible behind her.

"Mom, there's nothing here, don't scare yourself." Xiaoya looked up at Qiao Keer, who was covered in tea, very guilty. "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Xiaoya, let's send your mother to the hospital, it's too dangerous for her to be alone at home." Uncle Zhang kindly proposed.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, I still want to take care of my mother by myself." Xiaoya looked at the people around her, bowed her head slightly and thanked her. "Thank you so much this time."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Then we'll go first, and if you need help, call your uncle."

……

Leaving the old lady's house, Qiao Keer wondered all the way about what the statue covered with a red cloth was. Moreover, she always felt that Xiaoya was weird, as if she was hiding something.

Forget it, it's someone else's family affair anyway, so don't meddle with it.

Zhang Tingting heard about what happened today, and as soon as she returned to the dormitory in the afternoon, she pulled Qiao Keer and scolded her head.

"Qiao Keer, I said are you sick in the brain? Why meddle, that crazy old lady is too dangerous! ”

"What if she goes crazy and picks up a kitchen knife from the kitchen and slashes people? It's not like there hasn't been such news on TV, it's really brainless! ”

"It's impossible to watch her fall off the stairs." Qiao Ke'er sighed silently, if that old lady really fell to her death, she would definitely have a bad conscience and nightmares.

"Alas, forget it, you won't listen to what you say." Zhang Tingting sat on the sofa and took out the money she earned today from her bag. "Today, I sold it for six hundred and thirty yuan a day, Ke'er...... I think we're going to get rich. ”

"Ke'er, what are you thinking?" Zhang Tingting turned around and saw Qiao Ke'er in a trance, and raised her hand to touch her shoulder.

"Ah...... It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom. ”

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Qiao Keer turned off the computer and walked to the window to breathe. There is a big yellow horn tree downstairs in the community, the wind rustles through the leaves, and the air has a faint fragrance of grass and trees, which makes people feel comfortable.

"It's cooled down lately, don't blow a cold." Zhang Tingting came out of the room with a mask on, and saw Qiao Keer standing by the window blowing the cold wind and reminded her.

"Okay, got it."

Qiao Keer was about to close the curtains, when she suddenly noticed a person coming out of the three-unit building, wearing a peaked cap and sneaking around. Look closely, it seems to be Xiaoya, the daughter of a crazy old lady, where is she going to go with a big box so late?

"Tingting, I'll go out for a while."

"Where are you going so late, hey......" Zhang Tingting was about to say that she should bring a bottle of yogurt downstairs, but the person was gone.

After going downstairs, Qiao Keer walked in the direction where Xiaoya left, and saw her sneaking into an alley, and finally stopped at the door of a small private clinic.

By this time, the small clinic was closed.

Xiao Ya lowered the brim of her hat and knocked on the door to make sure that no one around her. The door of the clinic soon opened, and Xiaoya walked in with a large suitcase, and did not come out for a long time.

The temperature was very low at night, and Qiao Keer always felt that the surroundings of this small clinic were gloomy.

Just as she was about to leave, she faintly heard a cry from deep down the alley......