When I was forced to become a crybaby...

"Damn!" Yan Boldly yelled loudly. Just now, he was bragging that he was not afraid of anything. He turned around and rushed out the door. He ran too fast, tripped over the threshold, and fell out of the room grumbling.

When Liang Yan and Wen Lang chased to the door, there was only the sound of his screams, but there was no sign of anyone.

Liang Yan pointed to a place in the middle of the yard, and asked in surprise, "Is that Yan Shao's shoe?"

Wen Lang wiped the blood on his hands, took off the mask on his face and looked carefully: "It seems to be."

Liang Yan pursed his lips, and still couldn't hold it back for a while, he laughed out loud, his smiling eyes sparkled like stars.

He looks really good-looking when he smiles. Wen Lang thinks he is good-looking since he was a child, and it hasn't changed for so many years.

Liang Yan stopped laughing, and inadvertently raised his eyes to meet Wen Lang's gaze, his smile gradually faded, and he looked away unnaturally: "Why are you looking at me like that." His gaze seemed to be warm and hot Panic.

Wen Lang didn't explain, but shook the key he just found in the pool of blood: "The key is found."

According to the order of entry, the two of them opened the door of the first room on the left.

This is a living room, with a sofa facing the door, a tea table and a TV cabinet in turn. There is an old-fashioned black and white TV set on the cabinet. There is a vase on the left side of the TV set, and an old-fashioned flip-book calendar on the right side.

There was a stack of newspapers on the coffee table, which had been yellowed for a long time. Liang Yan picked up the newspaper and looked at it. The date was printed 20 years ago.

Twisting the corner of the newspaper with his fingertips, he brought the newspaper up to his nose and smelled it. It smelled of ink, and it was recently printed and old.

Since it is deliberately old-fashioned and placed in such a conspicuous position, the two are contradictory, and there must be a necessity for it.

Liang Yan sat on the sofa, opened the newspaper, and read it very carefully.

Finally, a clue was found on one of the pages. There was a lottery winning result on the middle page of the newspaper, and there were a few scratches on the position of the first prize, as if someone scratched with their fingernails forcefully when reading word by word.

Wen Lang opened the sliding door of the TV cabinet and found a lot of newspapers inside.

Wen Lang took them all out, and was about to open them when Liang Yan suddenly said, "Wen Lang, aren't those newspapers all dated on Wednesday, Friday and Monday?"

Wen Lang took out the newspapers and checked them one by one, and he really said, "Yes, they are all."

Liang Yan looked around the room again, and finally his eyes fell on the calendar next to the TV.

The paper said Monday, October 10th.

Today's date shown on the calendar is Thursday, October 10.

Liang Yan came back to Wen Lang's side, and read the dates he found the newspaper one by one, and the consecutive dates were broken on the newspaper on the coffee table.

The owner of the house did not buy the paper for Wednesday, October 10th.

Something must have happened during this time to interrupt his long-standing habit.

But what happened, I can't guess now.

There were only so many clues that could be found in the living room, and they opened the door of the master bedroom again.

There is a double bed in this room. The wall opposite the window is an old-fashioned wardrobe. The most striking thing is the photo hanging on the wall beside the bed.

It's not a wedding photo, but a family photo. The reason why it stands out is because the people in the photos have no faces, and their facial features are blurred.

It can be identified from the clothes that the face standing in the middle is Zhao Xiaochen, the faceless woman in a floral dress on the left should be his mother, and the man in a T-shirt on the right is Zhao Xiaochen's father, Zhao Hui.

Staring at the photo, Liang Yan always felt that the man's clothes and T-shirt were a bit special, so he walked in to see the details.

There is a pocket on the chest of the man's T-shirt with words printed on it, but the words have been specially processed and cannot be read clearly.

Wen Lang opened the closet, and there were some clothes hanging in it.

Liang Yan stared at the photo on the wall for a while, then pointed to the man's clothes: "Wen Lang, do you have this dress in the closet?"

Wen Lang searched carefully, but found nothing: "No."

Liang Yan was a little surprised. Could it be that Zhao Hui was wearing the clothes in the photo when he disappeared?

There were not many clues to be found in the bedroom, so they opened the bathroom again.

The faucet in the bathroom has been leaking for a long time. There is an old-fashioned washing machine next to the sink. A few towels and toothpaste soap are hooked on the shelf above it. The air is mixed with the smell of aloe vera from the soap.

The bathroom was very small. He and Wen Lang entered the door at the same time and stood side by side, which already filled the space. Their arms rubbed against each other, and they could clearly feel each other's body temperature and movements.

Wen Lang looked around and turned around, just half-circling Liang Yan in front of his chest, and the moisture-soaked mirror on the opposite side reflected their shadows in it.

Liang Yan frowned slightly. There was no clue here, and no clues were found, but since it was locked, there must be a reason.

He set his sights on the washing machine, which was an old-fashioned flip top.

Liang Yan opened the lid of the washing machine, and it was not empty inside. There was a piece of clothing stuffed inside. Looking at the color, Liang Yan immediately recognized that it was the one Zhao Hui was wearing in the photo.

He bent down and took out the T-shirt and shook it off. The word 'Welfare Lottery' was written on the chest pocket of the clothes.

He took the clothes and turned around, wanting to tell Wen Lang the clues he found. When he turned his head to look at Wen Lang, he found that his expression was very strange, and he avoided looking at himself: "Wen Lang, what's wrong with you?"

"No! Nothing!" Wen Lang shifted his gaze to the clothes he was holding: "Is this Zhao Hui's clothes?"

Liang Yan nodded, and showed him the words on the pocket: "He works at a lottery station, and the newspapers in the living room are all the dates of lottery draws."

Wen Lang nodded and retreated into the corridor: "Shall we go to the lottery station?"

Liang Yan followed him out of the bathroom, and agreed with his proposal: "Yes, but there are still two rooms that have not been opened."

Wen Lang opened the study and the second bedroom one after another. They found nothing in Zhao Xiaochen's room. They found a favorite in the study, which contained lottery tickets corresponding to the date of the newspaper. Zhao Hui not only worked at the lottery station, but was also a senior lottery player.

Liang Yan turned the favorites to the last page, and found that the issue on the newspaper on the coffee table was missing.

Recalling the scratches on the newspaper, I had a guess in my heart: "Could it be that Zhao Hui won the lottery? He took away that lottery ticket?"

But this is just speculation, and it is not certain: "We should know the answer when we find the lottery station."

When they came out of Zhao Xiaochen's house, Liang Yan took away the newspaper on the coffee table, and Wen Lang also took off the butcher's clothes.

Walking on the empty street, there are occasional movements in the grass on the side of the road, which are follow-up images hidden in the dark.

This park is neither big nor small, and it is not easy to find a lottery station.

When they were at a loss, the conversation around the corner caught their attention. It was the voices of Zhao Yichen and another replacement anchor.

Zhao Yichen has always been mature and stable in the show, and he takes great care of the newcomers in each episode. It is not surprising that they are together.

Gradually approaching, the content of their conversation became clearer, and the mood of the supplementary anchor sounded very depressed: "Mr. Zhao, I haven't found a single clue until now. With such a bad performance, there should be no hope of advancing to the next round." Bar."

Zhao Yichen's friendly voice remained unchanged for thousands of years: "Don't be discouraged, it's just a game, the promotion result is not ranked by score, popularity is what matters."

When it comes to popularity, the replacement anchor's voice is even lower: "Then I'm even more hopeless, I've watched the first two episodes, Liang Yan and Wen Lang are very popular, I can't beat them."

"Then you should think of a way to improve your presence on the show."

The supplementary anchor nodded half-understood: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao." To increase the sense of presence?But how to improve?

While chatting, the two turned the corner and ran into Wen Lang and Liang Yan.

Liang Yan greeted them with a smile, Zhao Yichen responded gently, but the eyes of the replacement anchor wandered between the two of them unnaturally.

Wen Lang's popularity ceiling level on the Cherry live broadcast is a good way to improve his presence and get closer to him. Even if he fails to advance this time, he has a good relationship with him, and he will often connect with him during live broadcasts on the platform in the future. Interaction is also good.

After making up his mind, the replacement anchor walked up to Wen Lang, smiled sweetly and obediently, and offered his hand to him: "Hello, Teacher Wen, I didn't have time to introduce myself just now, my name is Yu Yang, and I'm the talent anchor of the platform. You can call me Yangyang."

Wen Lang looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, then looked up at his face, his eyes flickered: "Hello, but shaking hands is unnecessary."

Since Yu Yang has already moved his heart to build a relationship with him, he naturally won't give up easily, shaking his small hand: "Mr. Wen, don't make friends with me." He said and took the initiative to pull Wen Lang's hand.

Wen Lang's eyes froze, and he leaned sideways to narrowly avoid his touch, but he didn't hide his hands, instead, he ran straight in front of his eyes.

He forgot to wash his hands after picking up the keys in the pool of blood. The blood had already dried up on his hands during this time, and it was bloody red, which was shocking to see.

Yu Yang was so frightened that he backed away a few steps, his face pale: "..."

Wen Lang still shook hands viciously: "Do you still shake hands?"

A pale smile disappeared from the corner of Yu Yang's mouth: "Hehe, I still don't hold it anymore."

Liang Yan stood aside, watching the two of them quietly, Zhao Yichen asked next to him: "Have you two found any clues? Everyone has been dispersed, and no one else has been seen."

Liang Yan withdrew his gaze from Wen Lang's side, and pointed to the way they came: "We found Zhao Xiaochen's house, and we can get points at the door."

Zhao Yichen followed him and looked in the direction he pointed: "Okay, thank you." Then he planned to go there, but Yu Yang didn't move.

Wen Lang motioned to Yu Yang: "Why don't you go, there are points over there."

Yu Yang shook his head, stepped left and stood beside him, shaking his head coquettishly: "I won't go, I want to be with you." He stretched out his hand to hold his arm.

With a calm expression, Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly following Yu Yang's movements...

The author has something to say: Wen Lang: "Except for my wife, no one else wants to touch me!"