Skilled in managing a house

As soon as Zhang Yu smelled it, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Such a strong smell of blood made him vaguely sure that it was not the smell of human blood.

In the basement, there is a bedroom with an area of ​​20 to 30 square meters. It is quite tidy and spotlessly cleaned.

There was a double bed, pots and pans, and a toilet.

Zhang Yu walked slowly over and came to the bedside. He looked carefully and found that there seemed to be nothing special. Suddenly, he saw that the head of the bed was fixed, with a rope nailed there. A second look revealed that the rope was actually made of beef tendon, with a break in the middle and another half on the side.

Zhang Yu carefully compared it and found that if nothing else happened, the tendon rope was broken by someone's teeth.

"There used to be a person tied up here. He bit off the rope and ran away." Zhang Yu murmured to himself and gave an answer like this, "The guardrail that was torn open is this person."

Zhang Yu looked around again. Although it was a basement, the environment inside was pretty good. It was very neat and tidy, and it didn't look like a abusive place.

"Who could be locked up here? Why is the smell of blood so strong?" Zhang Yu was even more confused and noticed the pots and pans placed on the cabinet beside him.

In a basin, there was still one third of the blood. Zhang Yu smelled it carefully and said, "Deer blood."

"It's deer blood, that's right." For a moment, Zhang Yu seemed to have thought of something.

The old man would eat a deer in three days. It was not something a normal person would do. Looking at Pan Chonghai's complexion, it didn't look like he was eating a deer in three days. Besides, if he ate like this, he would probably have died of it long ago.

"Venison and deer blood are for the people imprisoned here!" Zhang Yu looked at the double bed, feeling even more surprised.

You know, a deer is not cheap. A deer takes three days, how much does it cost in a year, and what kind of thing will it be raised.

Zhang Yu even speculated that the reason why Pan Chonghai suddenly retired and stayed at home every day was because of the people imprisoned here.

If he was an enemy and wanted to abuse him, he probably wouldn't do so. I give people a lot of love every day, is it just because I love them to death, and vent my anger in this way? I haven’t heard of it.

Moreover, this also delayed Pan Chonghai's life. Is it impossible to treat enemies like this?

Is it his relative?

Zhang Yu thought it was impossible. What kind of relatives would be like this?

"That's right!" Zhang Yu suddenly thought of a person, Pan Chonghai's grandson.

"His son and daughter-in-law are dead, leaving only one grandson, who is said to have sepsis. With current medical methods, sepsis is not a terminal disease. The Pan family is so rich, there is no way he can't be cured. Where is he? ?”

"Drink blood! This person needs to drink blood!" Zhang Yu suddenly hit his head and finally realized.

"I understand. The people here ran away. The person who bit Pan Ming on the mountain is the person imprisoned here! Pan Chonghai has been hiding it and not reporting the case. He just went to find it by himself. This person must be very angry with him. Important! Who could it be? Who could this person be?"

Zhang Yu was both excited and confused, but soon realized that his discovery had nothing to do with finding Pan Yun's central soul.

I might be a little nosy.

Pan Yun's life and death were at stake. There was no need for him to talk nonsense here. It was more important to do business. Regarding the Pan family's affairs, everything must be ranked behind Pan Yun.

But now, this may be the only clue.

"No! There's still that bamboo pipe! There must be some article on that bamboo pipe. If it doesn't work, I'll steal the bamboo pipe out and have a look!"

With some calculation in mind, Zhang Yu came out of the basement and moved the upper cabinet back to its original position.

He then continued to search in the small building. Such a big house, where Pan Chonghai lived alone, would inevitably look empty. Ordinary people would feel uncomfortable. Come to think of it, if it weren't for that person, no one would live in such a big house by themselves.

There is no Feng Shui layout in the house, which shows that Pan Chonghai does not understand Feng Shui. There are four bedrooms in the small building. Zhang Yu cannot be sure which room Pan Chonghai sleeps in at night.

Fortunately, Zhang Yu knew that Pan Chonghai would go out during the day and go up the mountain to find that person. When he comes back in the evening, he puts the bamboo pipe at home. When he goes out tomorrow, it won't be too late to come in and look for it.

After making up his mind, Zhang Yu walked out the same way and slowly returned to the small building on the side.

Wen Qiong and Xiaoxia were waiting for him in the room. Seeing him coming back, Wen Qiong immediately asked: "How is it? Did you find anything?"

"Maybe I can find it if I go there again tomorrow morning." Zhang Yu then said, "Auntie, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" Wen Qiong asked.

"You said that Pan Chonghai has a grandson who has septicemia. Is this child dead now? If not, where is he?" Zhang Yu asked.

"I heard that the treatment was in the United States." Wen Qiong said.

"How long have you been there?" Zhang Yu asked again.

"This... I can't remember, it must have been ten years ago." Wen Qiong said.

"Can't he be cured after ten years? Have you seen him?" Zhang Yu asked.

Wen Qiong shook his head, "I rarely come here and have never seen him. But I heard that he never came back."

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "I understand."

Pan Chonghai became so discouraged about his son and grandson that he never left home. While his grandson was being treated in a foreign country, Pan Chonghai would shut himself up at home, which was obviously abnormal.

At noon, Pan Chonghai came back alone, looking very lonely.

Zhang Yu had been sitting in the yard waiting, and sure enough, Pan Chonghai still held the bamboo tube in his hand.

Liu Gu went to deliver food to Pan Chonghai as usual, and Zhang Yu wondered in his mind whether Pan Chonghai would go out again after lunch. If he went out, he would be able to give him a free hand once he didn't have the bamboo tube.

While he was thinking about it, suddenly, a scream "Ah" rang out in the distance.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Yu stood up suddenly, and Wen Qiong, Xiaoxia, Pan Chi, and Pan Cuicui who were preparing to eat in the villa also ran out.

"What happened?" Wen Qiong said worriedly.

"I don't know, let's go and take a look." Zhang Yu said and ran out first.

The other people also ran out of the yard and ran in the direction of the screams.

Halfway through, I met several villagers who heard the sound and rushed over to check.

They were running very fast, and in a blink of an eye, they saw a group of people at the intersection in front of them.

"What happened?" "What happened?" Everyone asked together.

"Something happened to Pan Cai. He was bitten by a monster." A junior said loudly.

"Monster?" "What monster?" Everyone asked again and again.

Zhang Yu quickly pushed his way to the front and saw Hou Sheng lying in the crowd. The left side of his neck was covered in blood and flesh, just like the Pan Ming he rescued yesterday.

A junior student nearby said: "I just heard the cry and rushed over. When I saw a disheveled monster biting Pan Cai, I shouted and went up to help! When the monster saw me coming, he hurriedly Ran."

"How could there be such a monster?" "It's my fault where I came from." Everyone present couldn't help but become nervous after hearing this.

Zhang Yu came to Pan Cai's side in two steps. He first used acupuncture to stop Pan Cai's bleeding, and then said, "Quickly find a doctor to bandage him."

"I've already gone to look for him," a man said.