As the minutes ticked by, speculations and thoughts passed through my mind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe content of these photos is really not scary at all, and it can even be a little bit related to romance, but it is a little strange to appear in the cameras of those people.

Feng Xin said that he wanted to go back and think about it, I didn't stay long, and I just asked them where they were going next? After the photos were taken to the computer, they left.

The whole space suddenly reverted back to a state of silence, and there was always some melancholy in my heart, but just like that, it was not good or bad.

In the past few years, there has only been one person to live, and after a long time, I will get used to it.

...... I've become accustomed to the sound of the refrigerator running with me.

Although the sun was shining outside, the basement with only one light was dim. I got up and walked into the musty basement, and with it was a faint smell. After going around the darkroom and making sure that the faucet and potion jar were tightly chained, I sat on the stool that my father had nailed himself in the basement and looked at the piles of items around me, most of which were miscellaneous items that I didn't use in daily life, as well as the relics of my parents.

The heavy old abacus, the big pot that Dad used to fry fritters and some moldy big shoulder pads and suits, many of them are useless, but they just can't be thrown away. I don't know how many years or months these things will lie in this basement, but I know very well that one day if I really fart, I don't need gold and silver paper money, just burn these memories for me, and burn a truck by the way, otherwise I won't be able to carry it alone.

Light a cigarette, and the smell of tobacco and musty will gradually release most of the emotions.

Thinking about it, I kicked an iron can at my feet, I picked it up and broke it and looked at it again, there was a stack of old banknotes and some lace Hong Kong dollars issued in an unknown era, and a few letters and telegrams sent from my hometown in Shandong to my father.

But I didn't dare to open the letter and read it.

This iron box is like a time capsule in our home, and I am the only one who opens it in the end.

I locked the basement door and lay down on the bed for a while, and then I spent the afternoon researching information about the Netherworld. For the underworld, there are thousands of folk rumors on the Internet, hell, the underworld, what are the thirteen stations of Huangquan Road, the three souls and seven spirits after death will have different ways to return, etc., there are many sayings that are too detailed, and I am tired to watch.

I once tried to sort out what happened, and finally found out that I was not this material, if I could sort out the pulse, Lao Tzu would have gone to Harvard a long time ago, why do you rely on this.

Flower wall.

Such a bizarre place, Feng Xin didn't mention it at all before, could it be that the Helu Book really didn't record a word?

My eyes drifted to and fro with my thoughts, and suddenly I swept to the slide that had been set aside, and I promised Mr. Li to return it. Thinking that there was still some time, I drove there. In the car, what Mr. Li said to me before suddenly popped up in my mind, I don't know if it was a psychological factor, I felt that my eyelids were beating very fast along the way.

[Knowing the past and present lives may not be a good thing]

This sentence kept circling in my heart, thinking that there would be some things that I could ask this old Mr. Li for later. However, all these thoughts were silent when I arrived at the library.

I couldn't believe what I saw, it's only been a little over a month, and everything has changed. The antique building, which originally looked a little old, turned into charred and blackened ruins, and a blockade was set up around it.

I immediately looked around and hurriedly visited the nearest neighbor to the library to ask what was going on, I anxiously rang the big red doorbell, and about a minute later, a middle-aged woman came out with a two- or three-year-old child in her arms.

She looked at me with a look in her eyes, and her expression was full of wariness, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"This big sister, I'm sorry, I just want to ask you about something." I knew that a woman and a child were left in the house with some scruples about strangers, so I politely took a few steps back and gave her and the child some space, and asked in a louder voice.

"What's the matter?" She asked coldly.

"Is there a fire in the library next door?"

"Yes, I heard from the firefighters that it looks like a power line has caught fire." She saw that I was just asking things without malice, and her tone and expression were much softer.

"So the whole room really burned down, and nothing came out, did it?"

"The fire broke out in the middle of the night, no one noticed, and when it was found, it was already very large." She explained.

"When did that happen?" I asked nervously, feeling a cold sweat in my palms.

"Just a month ago."

"A month ago, what ......" doesn't mean that our front foot left and caught fire?

As soon as the brain received this message, the blood in the body began to rush out, and this feeling was not fear, but a strong sense of uneasiness mixed with anger surging up.

"yes, the fire is in the news. You're not watching TV, are you?"

I replied with a miserable expression, "Well, I just went abroad a few days ago, so I didn't pay attention."

"Well, you see that blockade and signs have been erected, and tomorrow the builders will come and shovel this, saying that they are going to build a new building!" The middle-aged woman pointed in the direction of the library and told me what she knew.

"Big sister, thank you, thank you." I nodded at the middle-aged woman, and saw that she seemed to want to say something more, but she didn't say anything more because I cut off the conversation first.

Quickly turned back into the car, a heart was uneasy, and couldn't help but be vigilant, determined that this fire must be arson, otherwise it would not be so coincidental. Moreover, it must have been inseparable from the person who eavesdropped on that day. As soon as I realized this, my whole body was cold and my hair stood on end, and the soles of my feet were half cold.

I felt that something was wrong when I found out that someone was eavesdropping, but there was no physical evidence, so I naturally put this aside.

This fire seems to be a testament to the fact that there were people watching our words and deeds from the very beginning.

Being watched from above.

Maybe this person's purpose is not to interfere with us or something, and the intuition is just a small warning.

Is it? Is that really the case? Or can I think simplely, this library is also a bit old, and it hasn't been renovated since 20 years ago, isn't it, and the wires are on fire for normal reasons.

I pulled out the keys, my hands were shaking, I could barely hold the steering wheel, and I took a few puffs of cigarette. As soon as I drove the car into the main road, I immediately dialed Qian Yu and asked her to play a loudspeaker to the other two, and I gave a brief account of what had just happened and my personal speculation.

There was a sigh and a long silence on the other end of the phone, and then Qian Yu told me a list of addresses and the name of a well-known restaurant.

"Would you come and pick us up now?" Qian asked.

"Yes."

"Wait and see."

Immediately after the exit, I turned around at the next turn.

Before I could get to the entrance of the hotel, I saw a slender figure waving at me on the sidewalk in front of me, and I turned on the lights and slowly stopped to the side of the road.

Everyone's faces were not good-looking, Feng Xin stepped into the car with one foot, and asked, "Is it really all burned out?" His expression was serious, and his tone of questioning was still cold, but I knew that he was actually more anxious than anyone else.

With no one to tell me where to go, I drove automatically in the direction of the library. At this time, the day was getting shorter and the darkness was longer, but it was just after six o'clock, and the scenery outside the car window seemed to be late at night.

I glanced at him and asked, "I think it's all burned, what is your definition of burning?" All to ashes?"

He bowed his head and said nothing, putting on a thoughtful look, and then, "Underground ......"

"What? Go on." I don't have a very good tone, and I'm not interested in going around with him at this juncture.

"If a fire breaks out naturally, the confined underground should be intact." Feng Xin leaned back in the chair and said lightly.

"Damn, yes." A feeling of being drunk in the head, I was so nervous just now that I didn't think about the situation and details of the fire at all.

If it is arson, the goal is to destroy the information in the basement, and they will not be able to turn over the boxes one by one, and it is the fastest to burn them directly. If the basement has been preserved to some extent, it is really our heart, and this fire is just a thrilling coincidence in life.