Song Xian hesitated for a while.

After ten minutes of persuasion, the old lady finally relented.

We accompanied Song Hyun back to her house.

Song Xian wanted to put the ashes jar on the marching bed and said that she would bask her parents in the sun.

When the old man said this, he became very sad, and his eyes were red and full of tears.

She guiltily stroked the two altars and muttered to herself, saying something that neither I nor the thin man had heard.

For that expensive little wooden box, Song Xian didn't care so much.

I placed the wooden box on the TV cabinet.

The TV was still there, but the power was unplugged. Old TVs don't even have LCD screens, they are very large. The TV cabinet is also large and piled with clutter, but the vacated space is more than enough for a small wooden box.

There are no more people living in the six villages of workers and peasants, and the valuable property in the houses has basically been taken away. But there's no guarantee that no thieves will come here to break in.

The small wooden box is placed next to the clutter, which is inconspicuous and should not be noticed by thieves and the like.

I checked the power supply, doors and windows in the room again.

The last time the people of the Song family came to sign the contract and verify the area of the house, they had checked these. It's just that that time we watched Song Xian's two sons go around in circles.

The power supply, doors and windows are indeed closed.

I looked at Song Xian.

Song Xian wiped away his tears, stood up tremblingly, and walked to the door.

The thin man helped her.

I re-ordered a taxi for Song Xian, and when the taxi was gone, I called both of Song Xian's sons to explain the matter.

“…… There was something in the house. Probably the ashes and relics of the old lady's parents. Things are temporarily in the house. The old lady had just gotten into a taxi. Well...... I've talked to your brother about it. "I said the same thing to both sides.

After explaining, I hung up the phone, and the thin man and I also went to the neighborhood committee.

Director Mao was in the office and told us that the three of them had taken the property owner to verify the situation of the house.

In front of Director Mao, of course we can't talk about ghosts, monsters, and those things, just talk about Song Xian.

“…… Her parents died early, right? ”

Director Mao shook his head, "I've never heard of it." The old aunt...... I didn't mention my parents when I moved here, and I didn't hear of who she went to grave for. Oh, I still have a little impression of her husband's funeral when he died. ”

"What did her two sons say?" The thin man asked.

"I was surprised." I recalled.

When the two brothers heard that Song Xian had come to the old house, they were surprised. I was even more surprised to hear about my maternal grandparents' ashes and relics.

When they hung up the phone, their tones sounded absent-minded, and they didn't know if they were still surprised or moved by the "relics".

I thought about it and thought it should be the former.

They didn't ask about the relics, the elder brother confirmed with me the matter of the old lady's visit to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, and the younger brother confirmed the matter of "My grandparents and grandmothers?" ”。

Before the fat man came back, the property owner came to ask about the contract.

There will still be people who have doubts about the demolition compensation agreement that has been signed and want to change it.

On the whole, the property owners of the six villages of workers and peasants are easy to talk to. It may also be because of the death of a few special tosses, by mistake, with the effect of "killing chickens and setting an example to monkeys", other people are easier to speak. If we speak in a tough tone and come up with rules and regulations, the other party will not be entangled again.

I heard that Jiang You's group encountered some confusion, the front foot was the elder brother's run to revise the agreement, the back foot of the younger brothers and sisters followed to make trouble, and the old man and the old lady lived in the house with their grandchildren, insisted on refusing to sign the contract, and opened their mouths to ask for ten houses in the city center, and the rest was not to be discussed.

This should be considered a blessing in disguise.

I try to be as optimistic as I can.

Throughout the day, I also kept an eye on the road outside the window and the situation outside.

Ye Qing said "the demons are dancing", but I can only see the bright sunshine outside the window.

When it was time to get off work, the sun was setting, and there were cars on the street, and I didn't see any demons dancing.

Ye Qing's estimation was wrong?

I went home with questions, had dinner with my parents, and went back to my room to read the news.

I paid attention to some accounts in the entertainment industry before, and now I saw their updated news.

The crew of "Murder in Hot Spring Villa" was cursed and poured blood mold, dozens of people in the crew, and the remaining two hands counted over.

As a survivor, Nantian was specially picked out by the domestic media. And the deaths of Han Ji and Bian Sijun were also captured by the entertainment media.

The two have no names in the news, only the pronouns of Nantian's assistant and translator.

Aoba did not appear on the scene, Nangong Yao was not discovered by the media, and only Nantian's photos appeared on the Internet.

In the photo, Nantian is wearing a peaked cap and large sunglasses, and he can barely see half of his face.

The reporter described him as "a rare silence", "depressed", and "suspected of having a fledgling relationship".

Gossip reporters seem to regard Han Ji as Nantian's lover, and they also picked up Han Ji's difficult childhood and girlhood - his parents are unknown, he has no relatives and no reason, so he can only struggle by himself and finish college; and her inspirational love road - as a fan of Nantian, she worked hard to get a job as Nantian's assistant, and successfully captured the heart of an idol star.

Because Han Ji is dead, he is still involved in such a big incident and has become one of the innocent victims, but Nantian's fans did not riot because of this gossip.

Some jokers are also clever and ridiculed because of this, and they are scolded for rubbing the heat of the dead, and they don't accumulate virtue on their lips.

The information I want to know, I simply can't find it in this mess of gossip.

Wu Ling and the others should return to China in the next two days, and Nantian has no reason to stay there.

This should be the end of it.

I wanted to close the page, and when I pressed my finger on the screen, I suddenly remembered something.

I lifted my finger and looked at it.

I remember in the women's bathroom, my hand touched something, and it was cut.

It should be wire or something. But certainly not wire.

There is no yin qi, but it is not a normal item.

Invisible, and sharp.

Suddenly appeared, and then suddenly disappeared.

This is not a riddle.

I don't know what that is.

The wound on my finger was gone, as if it was just my delusion.

I thought about it for a while, sent a message to Wu Ling, and mentioned the matter.

When I was writing the message, I was also recalling that dream.

My fingers stopped on the keyboard and pressed a few gibberish characters on the keyboard.

I remembered that in that bathroom, I didn't see Han Ji.

I switch pages and flip out the news.

That's right, the news said that Han Ji and Bian Sijun both died in the women's bathroom and died of suffocation.

There is obviously no Han Ji in the bathroom!

My eyes moved slightly, and my gaze fell on my fingers.

Is it because of that thing?

I frowned and added a few more words to the text message I sent to Wu Ling.

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