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Song Xian hesitated for a while.

After more than ten minutes of persuasion between the thin man and me, the old lady finally relented.

We accompanied Song Xian back to her house.

Song Xian wanted to place the ashes jar on the camp bed, saying that it would be given to her parents to bask in the sun.

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

She stroked the two urns guiltily and talked to herself again, saying something that neither I nor the thin man heard.

Song Xian didn't care so much about the precious wooden box.

I placed the wooden box on the TV stand.

The TV was still there, but the power was unplugged. The old TVs didn’t even have LCD screens and were very large. The TV cabinet is also very large and filled with clutter, but the free space is more than enough for a small wooden box.

No one lives in the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants anymore, and most of the valuable property in the houses has been taken away. But there is no guarantee that thieves will not come here to break into the empty door.

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

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

The last time someone from the Song family came to sign a contract and determine the area of ​​the house, they checked these. However, that time we watched Song Xian's two sons go around in a circle.

The power supply and doors and windows are indeed closed.

I looked at Song Xian.

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

The thin man gave her a hand.

I called a new taxi for Song Xian and watched the taxi drive away. I called both of Song Xian's sons to explain the matter.

"...There are some things in the house. They may be the ashes and relics of the old lady's parents. The things are temporarily placed in the house. The old lady just got into a taxi. Well...I told your brother about it too." I said to Both sides said almost the same thing.

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

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

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

"...Her parents died very early, right?"

Director Mao shook his head, "I've never heard of it. That old aunt... never mentioned her parents when she moved here, and I've never heard of anyone she visited the grave of. Oh, it will be done when her husband dies. I still have some memories of the funeral.”

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

"We were all surprised." I recalled saying.

The two brothers were surprised when they heard that Song Xian had come to the old house. I was even more surprised when I heard about the ashes and relics of my maternal grandparents.

When they hung up the phone later, their tone sounded absent-minded. They didn't know whether they were still surprised or moved by the "relic".

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

None of them asked about the relics. My elder brother confirmed with me that the old lady came to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, while my younger brother confirmed, "My grandparents?"

Before Fatty and the others came back, another property owner came over to ask about the contract.

Some people still have questions about the demolition compensation agreement that has been signed and want to change it.

Generally speaking, the property owners of the Six Workers and Peasants Villages are easy to talk to. It may also be because the death of a few particularly troublesome people, through some combination of circumstances, has the effect of "killing the chicken to scare the monkey", making it easier for others to talk. If we speak tougher and come up with rules and regulations, the other party will stop pestering us.

I heard that Jiang You's group encountered some rough guys. The elder brother came to modify the agreement, and the younger brothers and sisters came to make trouble. There were also old men and women who lived in the house with their grandchildren and refused to sign it. The contract requires ten houses in the city center, and there is no need to discuss anything else.

This should be considered a blessing in disguise.

I try to think optimistically.

Throughout the day, I also paid attention to the road outside the window and the situation outside.

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

When it was time to get off work, the sun was setting and cars were coming and going on the street, but I didn't see any scenes of demons dancing around.

Was Ye Qing's prediction wrong?

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

I had followed some accounts in the entertainment industry before, and now I saw their updated news.

The crew of "Hot Springs Villa Murder Incident" was cursed and had bad luck. There were dozens of people in the crew, and the rest could be counted on two hands.

As a survivor, Nan Tian was singled out by the domestic media. The deaths of Han Ji and Bian Sijun were also captured by the entertainment media.

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

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

In the photo, Nan Tian is wearing a peaked cap and large sunglasses, and barely half of his face can be seen.

Reporters described him as "rarely silent", "depressed", and "suspected of a nascent romance that unfortunately died prematurely".

Gossip reporters seemed to regard Han Ji as Nan Tian's lover, and also revealed Han Ji's difficult childhood and girlhood - her parents were unknown, she had no relatives, she had no choice but to work hard on her own and finish college; and her inspirational love journey - As a fan of Nantian, I worked hard to get a job as Nantian's assistant, and also successfully captured the heart of an idol star.

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

There are jokesters who are clever enough to make fun of them, but they are scolded for being too hot and not virtuous.

The information I want to know cannot be found in this mess of gossip.

Wu Ling and the others should be returning home in the next two days, and Nan Tian has no reason to stay there.

This should be the end.

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

I lifted my finger and looked at it.

I remember touching something on my hand in the women's bathroom and getting cut.

It should be something like wire. But it's definitely not wire.

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

Invisible and very sharp.

Appear suddenly and disappear suddenly.

This is not a riddle.

I don't know what it is either.

The cut on my finger is gone, as if it was just my imagination.

I thought about it and sent a message to Wu Ling to mention the matter.

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

My fingers stopped on the keyboard and I typed out a few garbled characters.

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

I switched pages and read the news.

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

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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