"Little brother, aren't you afraid?" Xiaohua looked at Road 183, which was only one step away.

Tonight's No. 183 is a bookstore and café as Ge Ting said, and the sound of the piano can be faintly heard from next door when standing outside the door. However, through the transparent glass window, he could only see a piano in the hall, which was empty and empty of guests.

"Xiaohua, what are you afraid of?" Xiao He's mind was no longer outside, and when No. 183 appeared in front of him, his thoughts had already drifted away.

Familiar, very familiar.

However, he remembered that he had never been here.

What's going on?

Xiaohua didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "Brother, why did you come here?" ”

"Is there a problem here?" He could hear the meaning of her words.

"Little brother, I can't go in with you." Xiaohua handed him the bell, blinked the godless eyes and said, "Here, little brother, in fact, the adult is wrong, you can touch this bell." ”

"Why?" Xiao He couldn't understand why he deliberately let Xiaohua send him.

"That cup of fairy tea, my brother drank it, and it was the same as other ghosts on this road. However, my brother is a living person. ”

So I should thank that weird guy again?

Xiao He thought about it in his heart, he now inexplicably felt that Ku Ye was a person he was familiar with, but why couldn't he remember it?

What's going on with his memory?

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?" Xiaohua frowned, "Xiaohua is leaving, the bell is for you." Here, Xiaohua can't go in, that's what the adults said to Xiaohua when they first came over there. ”

"Why?"

"Xiaohua doesn't know." Xiaohua stuffed the bell into his hand, "However, adults won't lie to Xiaohua." Xiaohua is leaving. ”

"Where are you going?" His heart tightened.

This road may really be his own path.

"Go back, of course." The little girl smiled at him, "Little brother, don't forget our agreement.

In the past, Xiaohua liked to listen to adults talk about the outside world, but adults were too busy, he had his own affairs, and he didn't have so much time to accompany Xiaohua.

So, little brother, please don't forget Xiaohua. ”

"Okay." Xiao He watched her go away, until the thin figure disappeared without a trace in sight, and then he held the bell that was still hot and entered No. 183.

The moment he pushed the door, there was nothing unusual in the room, but there was a faint musty smell in the air, which enveloped him the moment he stepped inside.

Xiao He coughed a few times. I don't know how long this house hasn't been there.

It's just that for some reason, the furnishings inside are as if people have just left, everything looks like traces of someone coming, and there is no dust on the table.

This is very strange.

"Anyone?" He called out into the room without giving up.

No one answered.

He was emboldened, and pushed open the door of the bookstore next to him.

The bookstore is very large, the books are neatly arranged on the shelves, and the light on this side of the bookstore is a little dim, but it still does not affect his ability to see the few books on the table next to him.

The pages were turned over, and on one side of the book lay a pen and a half-closed notebook.

The table lamp was on, Xiao He stood by the table, and clearly saw a word with a red line drawn on the book, which was a poem, "

There is already the sound of welcoming autumn and promoting weaving,

The curtain is open, and the moon peeps alone.

The sound of hard work in the cold,

The ancient tomb of the green pine is wounded.

The sword buries the new mound grass and leaves,

Zhijun Xi Yin is temporarily home. ”

The poem was unsigned, and it looked very ordinary, but as soon as he looked deeper, Xiao He's eyes straightened, "Gu Qiuyue? ”

The autumn moon is bitter, and the tomb is hidden.

Qiu Yue, the ancient Qiu Yue in the mouth of the old ginseng, is suspected of being his grandmother?

How did her message end up here?

Is it just a coincidence?

He sat down, picked up the notebook on his desk, and looked through it, wondering what was written on it.

Xiao He's nerves tensed up again, "Drafting a Plan for Bailiu Town" As soon as he opened it, he saw these big characters written in a red pen in the middle.

Bailiu Town, isn't it the place I was brought to by Sister Ya on the ninth day of the previous lunar month?

He continued to read, and a lot of content was deleted and scribbled in circles under the paper, and the remaining words added up to only more than twenty words: Bailiuzhen, become a ghoul, Qu Fu waiting, give away, hospital scientific research, punishment, eight fingers, disappear.

With great incomprehension, Xiao He continued to look at it, and when he turned to the other side, his heart could no longer calm down.

"Mastermind: Yan Song. Executor: Luo Han Ting. ”

Yan Song, he knows this name.

For as long as he can remember, there was an offering card in the house, on which nothing was engraved except the name, and his grandmother did not offer anything to the man, but only placed it on the incense table at home.

If you see that it is covered with dust, you will wipe it, and the tablet is similar to the ornament at home.

Neither Grandma nor Uncle Geng told him the identity of the man, but he could still notice the complicated expression in Uncle Geng's eyes every time he went home and looked at the tablet, which made him think that the person was his father for a while.

And the tablet is engraved with the word "Yan Song".

Is he a member of the Yan family? Is this his former home?

Xiao He closed the notebook and frowned.

He read the book, the words in the notebook, he also finished reading, but the person who brought him to No. 183 was going to tell him, he still couldn't understand.

The bookstore suddenly fell silent, so quiet that all you could hear was the faint "clustering" of the air you breathed as it collided in the air.

At first, Xiao He was able to calm down and find the hidden information in the notebook. Soon, however, he realized that something was wrong.

The piano in the coffee shop next door stopped at some point.

That piano, he had just seen and tried, it looked like someone was often taking care of it, and the timbre was well protected.

However, the source of the sound did not come from the piano, but from a phonograph speaker next to the piano.

No one responded, so he came over to take a look, but who knows, at this moment, the horn is out.

This shows that there is someone in this 183, and perhaps, he is watching himself in the dark.

"Who?" Thinking about it carefully, he didn't care so much, took the notebook on the table and rushed to the coffee shop next door.

Over there, there's plenty of light.

He is more secure and may be less afraid of the unknown.

Just as he stepped into the door of the coffee shop with his front feet, an old but powerful woman's voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Yo, an outsider has come in." ”

"Who are you?" Xiao He looked at the bookstore inside the door vigilantly, he had just adapted to the strong light here, only to feel that it was dark inside, and he couldn't see anything.