Chi Xiaoxian rummaged through all the drawers that could be opened, and he didn't find them.

Is it downstairs?

Unlikely, after all, there are usually people downstairs, and valuables are placed downstairs, and older people like the boss should be very cautious, just like his grandmother, who usually always puts valuables in the ......

Chi Xiaoxian had a flash of inspiration, came to the bedside, he lifted the pillow and sheets, broke the mattress again, and finally found a small bag wrapped in a plastic bag between the mattress and the bed board.

He opened three layers of plastic bags and opened another layer of paper before he saw the contents inside, the boss's ID card, a passbook, a household registration book, and a pile of banknotes that were quite thick.

He had already read the boss's ID card, and Chi Xiaoxian opened the household registration book, and there were three people on it, the boss Chen Dong, his wife Yang Mei, and his son Chen Qihang.

Chi Xiaoxian felt that he might not find more clues, so he opened the passbook with the mentality of taking a casual look. Nowadays, there are very few people who use passbooks, and only the elderly like to keep this paper way to record their assets.

The balance on the passbook is about 100,000 yuan, which shows that the boss will earn about 50,000 yuan every year in recent years.

In addition, an expenditure attracted Chi Xiaoxian's attention, the payer was the boss himself, and the payee was the Highland Mental Illness Treatment and Prevention Hospital, which had about 30,000 yuan a year, which had been paid since five years ago.

Is this money ......

Before Zhang Yun said that the boss had been talking about his son, but he had never come to see him, could it be that his son had been in a mental hospital?

Chi Xiaoxian remembered the news he saw when the zombies first broke out - "Highland Mental Illness Treatment and Prevention and Control Hospital Fire".

Could it be that the boss's son was a mentally ill person who escaped because of the fire?

He leaned on the stairs and slowly went downstairs one by one, finding the corresponding place for the print shop according to the location of the basement of the bookstore in his memory. There used to be a carpet over there, and on the side were bookshelves, which had now toppled over and books scattered all over the floor.

It took a lot of effort for Chi Xiaoxian to drag the bookshelf again, lift the blanket and take a look, and really saw the basement. He pulled open the partition in the basement, and it was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Chi Xiaoxian finally found a flashlight with electricity in the print shop, turned on the light, and cautiously walked down the stairs.

A damp smell of mold and dust came to my nose, an old smell that seemed to have been accumulated in this basement for a long time and took on a solid form.

Chi Xiaoxian covered his nose and used a flashlight to illuminate the not too large space.

In the center was a rudimentary iron-framed bed with blue checkered sheets and a small pillow. There were two buckets next to the bed, a small wooden table, and a pair of chopsticks on the table, but the bowl smashed on the ground and fell into a gap.

Chi Xiaoxian squatted down and picked up something transparent and shiny on the ground—it was a dried plastic tape, like a circle, but there were traces of tearing and cracking in the middle.

Apparently there was a person tied up here.

Who could it be?

Is it Chen Qihang?

Chi Xiaoxian walked to the side of the bed, bent down, and searched carefully with a flashlight. Finally, he found two thin hairs next to the pillow, which took on a natural curly shape under the light of the flashlight.

Chi Xiaoxian is already 80% sure.

The logic of this story is almost complete.

The print shop couldn't find any other clues, Chi Xiaoxian took a flashlight and was about to leave, but his mind suddenly became dizzy, as if someone had forcibly stuffed an iron block, and the heaviness made his legs weak. His temples jumped wildly, too, and he almost fainted.

Chi Xiaoxian realized that he had to take a break, and it was better to get some sleep.

He turned back to the first floor and saw the bamboo recliner where Fang Yue had been lying.

Although he knew that there was a bed upstairs where the boss slept in, and the bed was obviously more comfortable than the recliner, for some reason, Chi Xiaoxian missed Fang Yue very much at the moment and wanted to touch the things that Fang Yue had touched.

It was as if he would feel a little more stable in his heart.

He silently walked to the chaise longue and reached out to touch it, the touch of the bamboo was cold and smooth, flowing with a cold water.

He climbed up, lay down gently, and pressed half of his face against the chaise longe.

The pain and dizziness in my head were mixed together, and it was as chaotic as when the world was opened.

In the tumbling and turbid sea of consciousness, a fragment flashed through Chi Xiaoxian's mind.

The memory was shining, shining, and slightly hot—it was the clip of Fang Yue reaching out and touching his head after he helped Fang Yue, who had helped him escape from the zombies.

The palm of his hand was so warm, as if the touch was still on the top of his head at the moment.

Relying on this residual heat, Chi Xiaoxian fell into a dark and boundless dream in a daze.