I looked down and saw that the dust on the ground was more than a centimeter thick, and when I looked back again, my footprints were clearly visible. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I thought that these footprints would leave me with evidence of the crime. I pushed a few times, and one footprint became blurry. But you can't just take a step and turn around and get rid of the footprints.

It was then that I suddenly noticed a strange thing, the floor of this house turned out to be dirt. It's normal for this to appear in the old houses of ordinary people, but this is a landlord's manor, which is a bit confusing to me.

I thought to myself, maybe it was hidden underground, but the dirt under the ground was as hard as a stone, and I didn't have any tools like an ordnance shovel at hand. Even with the tools, it's a daunting amount of work.

Again, to no avail, I had to go back to the courtyard I had entered. I sat in the corner and took out a cigarette and lit one. I feel like I'm going in the wrong direction. I've seen one of the magnetic coffin catalogues, and it's a big scroll, so there's no reason for something to be in a place where you can see it at a glance. How could I find it like this, I felt like I was getting a little stupid, and I couldn't help but wonder if the curse was making me stupid.

I searched almost all the courtyards, and I was at a loss for words. A faint light flickered in one room, and I suddenly felt in my throat, what am I, stealing? It seems that there is nothing to steal, but I am still worried.

An old man, unable to see his face clearly, walked out of a room, and my hair suddenly stood on end, and my whole hair exploded. I'd been in that house before, and there was nothing but dust on the floor and broken bricks. I don't believe that there are ghosts in this world, and I suspect that this old man may be a zongzi.

The old man leaned his body, as if his legs and feet were not very neat. Standing in a corner and starting to pee, I breathed a sigh of relief, the zongzi had never heard of peeing, and as for the ghost, it didn't have this function. I was so nervous that I barely dared to breathe, so I hid in the corner and didn't dare to make any noise, and I judged that this old man was the doorman the owner of the hotel said.

Although the owner of the hotel said that he was deaf and mute, I still didn't dare to make any moves, but he said that this old man had good eyes. I was expecting to wait for the old man to finish peeing and then go back, so I hurried out of here.

But this old thing actually stood there after peeing, out of nowhere to find a wine bottle and drank two sips, we were not close, there were more than 20 meters, the strong smell of wine can also drift down the wind, and I am not afraid of drinking to death.

After drinking two sips, the old man probably felt happy, fumbled for a while, and turned on the lighter with a snap. I stared at the flame, did this person find something, knew that someone had come in the yard.

But then the old man lit a cigarette and smoked it with taste. If there was a dumpling in front of me, I could still run out, but this is a lame old man, and I don't dare to move. I thought to myself, this time I really have been a thief, and my heart has become like this.

A puff of smoke drifted over and I sniffed a few times. It's not that kind of dirt smoke, it's cigarette rolls. Cigarettes are much more expensive than dirt cigarettes. This old man who never works is a scavenger and beggar, how can he have the money to go to the restaurant, and he also smokes and drinks, and has a wide range of hobbies. It's just that I don't know if there is a hobby in that area, and the police won't suspect it if they tie up a little girl and throw it in the house.

I almost smacked myself in the mouth, how could I always think about these uncivilized things.

I was thinking about it, and the old man was afraid that I would not know and wanted to walk around the corner not far away, where it was the way to the backyard. I'm just wondering, this old man is really a security guard watching the scene here?

I didn't make any movement for a minute or two in the past, and when I saw that the old man didn't come back, I didn't know where I got the courage to walk into the room where the old man walked out.

It was full of dust, just a lot of messy footprints, and I took pictures with my phone, almost all of them were mine. The whole room was still like that, full of dust, messy green bricks, there was no place to sleep, and there was no trace of human life. Could it be that this old thing came out of the soil? When I think about it, I am afraid that even I am afraid, I am afraid that this old man is a kind of rice dumpling that I don't know.

If Diao Nan is still alive, I guess he can come with me, and he will definitely be able to tell the reason. But now I'm the one who has no experience in fighting back, no experience in being a thief, and no experience in dealing with strange events. Isn't my whole person just a three-no product?

Things are too weird, there must be some mechanism in this room, this old man should live in a secret room, there is money and treasures in it, and the old man can be guaranteed to have no worries about food and clothing.

I think I should follow the old man to see, I don't know what he is going to do. I almost stumbled out of the door, leaving it as it was, running around the corner and feeling that my footsteps were too loud, so I could only walk quietly.

The weather is too dark, I can't see too far away, and I don't dare to turn on the mobile phone lighting, even if I see it, it's a shadow. My eyes widened, for fear that I would miss any detail and be caught by the old man.

At this time, there was a loud cough from the old man, and I heard that the direction was quite far away from me, and it should be in the depths of the courtyard. I took two quick steps, and then nervously groped forward.

When I reached the last corner door, I carefully stuck my head out, and the old man was still holding a cigarette and carrying a wine bottle in his hand. Standing by a wall, there was the sound of rushing water. I secretly cursed, this old thing belongs to a dog, how can I see the corner of the wall, I have to open my legs and drop a few drops.

This old man is not only addicted to alcohol, but also addicted to smoking and urine, so he took out another cigarette and lit it after a while.

I wondered in my heart, this old man should not have come out to sleepwalk, he had nothing to do, just take a sip and drink that, and take a dip against the wall when he was done.

I was wondering how the old man was doing, and when he walked to the door that I had seen locked, he reached out and fiddled with the lock, and pushed it open and entered. Damn, I've checked before, and the keyhole is rusty.

If anyone tells me that this old man is a very ordinary normal human, I will directly scold him for being blind. After about half an hour, I was already waiting impatiently. The mosquitoes around me were also full at this time, and a new group of recruits came to gnaw at me again.

The old man came out of the room, and there was another sound of the bar, and after the lock was dropped, he walked towards the place where I was hiding. I hurriedly ran backwards and hid in a corner of the yard I had entered.

I have already greeted this old man's eight-generation ancestors countless times in my heart, and I am still wondering what he is doing at the end of this place if he has nothing to do, could it be his thatched house. To solve small problems, just find a place, and solve big problems to come to this best place in feng shui. Could it be that it is a golden bean that is pulled out, and it has to be locked.

The old man leaned over and walked towards the front yard. With a gust of wind I smelled a strong smell of alcohol, which made me nauseous. Walking over to the locked door again, I looked curiously. The lock is still the same lock, the lock cylinder is indeed rusty, and the key is absolutely impossible to insert, why can it be opened after shaking a few times.

It was so dark that I quickly put my eyes on the lock, but I didn't see why. I took out my phone and took a few photos, but I still couldn't understand it, which made me feel that the old thing was not human.

I didn't dare shake the lock, but decided to go in through the window I had opened. The inside is still the same, the only difference is that there are more footprints of the old man on the ground. I followed the footprints, and the old man walked straight to the turtle carrying the stone tablet, and then wandered here for a while, and then walked out.

I put my phone close to the head of the stone turtle, just like all the stone turtles on the monument, nothing special. I suddenly laughed twice, this turtle should not be the old man's good looks, come to be intimate every night.

I suddenly felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't say anything for a while, so I planned to walk from the inside to the door and take a second look. There are only two footprints of the old man on the ground, one in and one out, walking very straight, that is to say, the purpose of the old man coming in is the stone tablet.

No, I thought about it. With such a thick layer of dust on the ground, the footprints usually exist for a long time. The old man only has two footprints, one in and one out, which means that under normal circumstances, he would not come here, and today is an accident.

Did he find me and bring me here on purpose? I don't think it's very likely, it's nothing but the turtle stele, is the problem on the stele? I can't see clearly this black light, and I don't know any of the seal characters on it. Do you have the right tools on hand to rub it down?

I used the light of my mobile phone to shine on the ground, and I followed the old man's footprints until I saw the stone monument, and I suddenly realized that something was wrong. A smile also crept up my face.

Because I saw a footprint sticking under the tortoise, I tried, not to mention a foot, not even a finger could get in, so how could his foot get in. This turtle stele must be movable, and the old man obviously moved the tortoise stele when he came over.

This also explains why there is no trace of life in the house where the old man lives, there must be some mechanism that can take him underground. This old mansion has several basements, and it is very normal for secret rooms and the like. Especially the Diao family, the likes of the inverted bucket and the hill, have been illegal since ancient times, so it is natural to get some secret rooms and darkrooms to store bright weapons.

I touched the stele and suddenly withdrew my hand and scolded myself for being stupid. I took a picture with my phone, and this room was full of dust, and once someone touched it, the dust naturally fell off. This is not a trace that can be hidden.

I didn't dare to take a breath, first, I was afraid that the old man outside the door was coming back, and then I was afraid that the traces left by the old man would be blown away in one breath.

Eventually, underneath the turtle's head, I felt a protruding stone. I was overjoyed, and pushed forward, but I couldn't push it, and I broke the stone to push it sideways, and there was a stabbing sound, and the stone tablet finally moved, revealing the opening of a black hole under the stone turtle.