The next day, Xiao Fan revisited the dead Rufeng's home, which was his mother's residence in the city.

said something like "I'm deeply sorry for Rufeng's death", in short, Xiao Fan is not good at this, his feelings can't be shown to people through facial expressions, in short, it looks like ordinary condolences and greetings. Fortunately, Rufeng's mother didn't feel too unhappy, after all, he was a good friend, and his mother knew this. Xiao Fan also often went to Rufeng's house before.

"Auntie, I want to see where Rufeng last lived."

The aunt thought that Xiao Fan was still immersed in this bad state, and tried her best to comfort Xiao Fan.

"Let it pass." The aunt said with a relieved tone. She is a kind mother, her son will go when he goes, and she doesn't want the people who are alive to be tied up because of her son, which is something she can't spontaneous about.

But Xiao Fan himself refused to give up. There is a sense of determination, a bit close to stubbornness.

"I really want to see him and give him one last ride." Xiao Fan's eyes did reveal his sincere remembrance of his best friend.

"Okay." Knowing that no amount of talk would help, the aunt went down the hallway and took out a bunch of keys from the towering shoe cabinet.

"You don't have to return it." Handing the key to Xiao Fan, the aunt said this softly. Xiao Fan didn't know the true meaning of this sentence for the time being. Is it that she doesn't want to let the sad past come back to her? Or does she want this house to belong to Xiao Fan in a realistic sense?

I don't know, I don't know. He didn't want to know either. He just wanted to check it out. Just wanting to see it.

After driving eight kilometers, Xiao Fan came to Rufeng's former residence in the western suburbs.

To be precise, this should be a villa that their family bought in the suburbs, although it is located in the middle of nowhere, the price is reasonable. The villa is detached, at least the nearby buildings that can be glimpsed are still a mile away. The house is also a Western-style building, but with a hint of Mediterranean simplicity. The roof is obliquely triangular but the lines are more angular, and the color palette is warm, with bright yellows and blues as the main ones.

The vegetation cover near the house is also quite high, and fifty steps further in front of the house is a small forest, if it can be called a forest. Because in front of the house it looks like you are about to enter a forest, and the further you go inside, the darker it becomes.

Xiao Fan walked to the door, inserted the key into the keyhole, twisted it twice, and the door opened silently, proving that the quality of the door was okay. There is no sign of aging, after all, it has only been lonely for a long time.

Stepping into the house, Xiao Fan only felt that the house was unprecedentedly cold, with fewer furnishings in the house, and the living facilities and supplies were very simple, and there was only one pan and one kettle in the kitchen.

Rufeng seems to have ended his short life in this empty house, without any signs, without love; Everything is like a lonely falling maple leaf outside the window. Standing in the kitchen, looking at the tube-like thing on the wall, I remembered the end of the wind in my mind. Although this was just an unconscious imaginary picture in his mind, Xiao Fan felt that he was there at that time, as if he was there in person.

What kind of mood should he have had to die?!

Or is there another reason?

Xiao Fan then walked around the house again, he wanted to see what else was left behind.

The police should have also explored, but Xiao Fan was still a little unwilling.

The whole room was empty and quiet, and the furniture was very simple. There is only an empty white porcelain cup on the transparent coffee table, a notebook, but there is nothing when it is opened, the yellowed paper is lined with yellowing, each page is carefully turned, there is no front, there is no middle, there is no back, blank, all blank. There is no handwriting.

In this way, he must have prepared in advance, otherwise how could he have a notebook on the coffee table?

He hesitated and felt that there was nothing to write about? Or is there another reason?

Or is it just a deliberate display by someone else?

Guessing is also useless, and it won't make any real difference.

The Si people have passed away, leaving the old people sad.

The balcony in the living room is very large, separated from the outside world by only a layer of transparent glass. The outside world seen through the glass is like a paradise, full of verdant and verdant greenery, because in front of it is a small forest, a landscape of trees and sky, sky and birds.

However, if you are alone, and in this environment. If you are not a cultivator, you will inevitably have some psychological triggers of loneliness. After all, there are also people who like to say goodbye in the landscape, such as a group of "lost" people in the log forest under Mt. Fuji in RB.

Life and death are the norm in human society. And the choice of life or death is also the autonomous will of the individual, and no one can blame anyone.

Xiao Fan paced to a room, the wallpaper of the room was blue. Xiao Fan inadvertently opened the drawer of the bedside table, but found a photo album inside. Xiao Fan opened the photo album, which turned out to be photos of Rufeng's past, some from his childhood and some from his youth. There are photos of him with his family, and there are also photos of him with his classmates. But when Xiao Fan turned a page, his hands couldn't help shaking, and he couldn't say why his body reacted this way.

Because the image you see is a group photo of Rufeng and a group of children, it looks like they are all seven or eight years old, and the background is in front of the flag-raising pole in the shape of a rural elementary school, and the appearance of several children makes Xiao Fan surprised. Because Xiao Fan knew these people, because the appearance of their growth did not change much. Xiao Fan can still be vaguely distinguished.

The few people in the photo are clearly Rufeng, Zhou Jie, Ning Yuan, Long Xiaotian, and Xiang Kuo.

Xiao Fan was definitely not mistaken, even if their appearance had changed, their silhouettes and eyes had not changed much.

How could they—how could they be together?

And they knew each other as children?

Why didn't Xiao Fan know about it all the time?

After all, they have been classmates together for four years, even if they are secret, they can probably find out, not to mention that they were originally fellow villagers, why can't they tell the public? Is there anything to hide?

Then Xiao Fan immediately thought of Rufeng and Ning Yuan's death!

Is there some kind of disconnected connection in this?!

Suddenly thinking of this, Xiao Fan's heart was terrified again. The possibility plunged him into a deep trepidation.

What is the truth? Xiao Fan immediately picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.