The warm yellow glow brings a little warmth to the whole lifeless old street.

Coming to the door of the tiled house, Chen Rulong reached out and knocked on the dilapidated wooden door.

"Is anyone home?"

After two knocks, the door collapsed.

Ye Zhiqiu glared at him complainingly, "What are you doing with so much strength?" ”

Chen Rulong was helpless, "Heaven and earth conscience, I just touched it lightly." ”

The wooden door collapsed, revealing the full view of the house.

The furniture in the room was very simple: a pair of ragged sofas, and the belly was so broken that all the cotton wool burst out.

On the table, on the chairs, all horizontal and vertical, there are piles of white paper, newspapers, and even cardboard boxes, on which are written with four big characters with a brush dipped in red paint.

Under the missing person notice, it is written: Looking for my son Zhang Fuqiang, 43 years old this year, 1.75 meters tall, disappeared at the Shunfa construction site three years ago.

Below, there is also a portrait of the missing.

It's just that this portrait was directly stamped with ink on a wooden board like a large seal.

On every piece of paper, the same thing is written.

In front of a square table, an old woman in tattered clothes, gray hair with a peculiar smell is picking up a brush and dipping red paint, writing down the missing person notice over and over again.

The reason why the room is so bright is not because the lights are turned on, but because there is a broken porcelain bowl or iron bowl placed at every window in the room.

In the bowl was a twisted strip of cotton wool, and in it was a kind of black-brown grease, which burned with a foul smell.

Ye Zhiqiu looked sad, and raised his voice by a few decibels, "Old man, are you Li Xiuying?" ”

Li Xiuying was a little deaf, so she raised her head and looked at Ye Zhiqiu in confusion, and suddenly her cloudy old eyes were full of thirst, "Yes, it's me!" You...... Do you have any news of my son!? ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, we don't know about your son, we are here to find you." ”

Li Xiuying was a little frightened, "Are you driving me to move out?" I haven't found my son yet, I can't go! ”

Chen Rulong hurriedly relieved, "Old man, no one wants to drive you away, I came to you to inquire about something." ”

"Do you know a person named Chen Qinghe? He was a Taoist priest who had been here about twenty years ago. ”

Li Xiuying was in a trance for a long time before she muttered: "I remember, there was indeed a Taoist priest who came to my house twenty years ago and lived here for more than a month. ”

"His name is Chen Qinghe, he is a wanderer, and he also helped my wife cure rheumatism."

Chen Rulong was greatly surprised, and hurriedly asked, "When he left, did he leave anything behind?" ”

Li Xiuying thought for a while, got up and took a staggering step, went to the next bedroom to open the heavy wooden box, and took out an envelope from under the box.

"Chen Qinghe said that in a few years, his descendants will find this place, and when the time comes, I will give him this letter."

"But before I hand it over to him, I can make a condition for him to help."

Chen Rulong, who has mastered the power of namelessness, can spy on people's souls, while ordinary people will fluctuate their soul power when they lie.

Therefore, Chen Rulong can see that Li Xiuying is not lying.

Chen Rulong said in a deep voice: "Old man, the envelope will be placed there for you first." If I'm not mistaken, you want me to help find my son. ”

Li Xiuying's dry eyes were filled with tears, and she asked eagerly, "Can you help me?" ”

Without waiting for Chen Rulong to answer, Ye Zhiqiu took the lead in speaking, "Of course you can." ”

Chen Rulong also added: "Yes, we will do our best to help. ”

Li Xiuying's tears rolled out, and she slowly sank on her knees holding on to the table, "Two well-wishers, I kowtow to you!" ”

"Don't!"

Chen Rulong and Ye Zhiqiu helped the old man to sit on the chair.

It was already late at this time, and Chen Rulong and Ye Zhiqiu were so hungry that their stomachs were growling.

Ye Zhiqiu asked, "Old man, have you finished eating?" ”

"There's a bowl of rice and vegetable soup left over in the pot."

Chen Rulong lifted the lid of the pot and found that there was little water in the clear soup, only a few grains of rice, and the rest were some unknown wild vegetables.

"Old man, wait a while, let's go get something to eat."

Chen Rulong and Ye Zhiqiu went out, went to a nearby restaurant to fry a few dishes, and drove back to eat with Li Xiuying.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Li Xiuying was moved to tears, "You guys...... This makes me say something good, I really don't know how to repay it......"

Chen Rulong said with a smile: "Old man, if you eat a few bites of food, we have to repay it, then are we still human?" ”

Li Xiuying, who had tears in her eyes, told Chen Rulong and Ye Zhiqiu about Zhang Fuqiang's disappearance during the meal.

Zhang Fuqiang disappeared three years ago on November 2, when he was working at the Shunfa construction site and was drinking in the shed with three co-workers after work at about 7 p.m.

At half past eight o'clock, a group of people ate and drank to their heart's content, and the drunken Zhang Fuqiang also set foot on the way home.

But after leaving the Shunfa construction site, he disappeared.

The surveillance camera near the construction site captured him going out and turning north, which was the direction of Chenjia Village.

Li Xiuying waited all night, did not wait for her son, went to the construction site the next day and did not find it, and the phone could not be reached, so she could only choose to call the police.

This alarm is a full three years, and no one is alive or dead.

In the second year, Chenjiagou was demolished, and Li Xiuying, who took a large amount of demolition money, did not move, but used all the money to post a missing person notice.

The compensation of 500,000 yuan was completely cheated by the scammers.

Li Xiuying, who is almost 70 years old, can only live in a dilapidated house without water and electricity, and make a living by picking up garbage.