dandy anti-possession

Difficult parted from Xie Jingyao, barely coped with it after being interrogated by the old man at home.After waking up from a tired sleep, he felt that he couldn't continue to be helpless like this, so he thought that he might as well go secretly to see how Xie Jingyao's mother was doing.

The biggest difficulty was how to know the nursing home where Aunt Xie was in. After turning on the computer and searching for information on the search engine, they did not find any news about Xie's family.That is to say, that matter was extremely hidden, and the Internet had not risen rapidly back then, so it was an impossible task to search for clues on the Internet.

He was still a little worried about asking Xie Jingyao, he didn't want to tell Xie Jingyao about the secret visit, so he casually sent Xie Jingyao a text message saying that he was not going to play with him on the set these days.

Putting down the phone, his face was full of confusion, but while holding his chin, he suddenly thought of a habit that the master has had for many years.I am used to recording the days, especially the period before my mother's death, but the master carefully kept the diary. If I read the diary, I might be able to see the truth.What happened must be recorded on it, and he might be able to find out everything without having to investigate further.

He tiptoed open the door and carefully observed the movement downstairs.

"Master?"

He shuddered in fright, turned around to look at Uncle Zhong, and patted his chest, "Uncle Zhong... You frightened me by making such a sudden noise. Where did my old man go?"

"Of course the master is out busy with family affairs, so he can't just sit and eat." Uncle Zhong handed him the bread he was carrying, "I was about to deliver breakfast to the young master, but I didn't expect you to wake up now."

He casually took the bread, took a few bites casually, the walnut bread tasted pretty good, he tore it up and bit slowly.After receiving the soy milk from Uncle Zhong, in the weird combination, he finished his breakfast and handed it over to Uncle Zhong.

"By the way, when will the old man come back?"

"It will probably take a few hours."

He smiled, "I see, thank you Uncle Zhong." I am relieved now, the old man has been away for so long, he will definitely turn his life around.

Watching Uncle Zhong go downstairs, he quickly turned around and went to the old man's room.The old man's room has a completely old-fashioned design style. If you don't know it, you can think it is the period of the Republic of China.He looked at the bookcase that looked very old, rummaged through it, took out the envelope and opened it carefully, and there were messy banknotes inside.

After searching for half a circle, there were only books that seemed to be very experienced, but they couldn't understand them at all and could only be used for display, so he simply put them back according to the original arrangement.And he put it in another place that was not placed in the bookshelf, but it was a thick photo album.He dusted off the dust, pushed open the window, leaned against the window to observe the movement outside, saw that there was no figure, and quickly opened the photo album.

The first photo in it was a black and white family portrait, with people he had never seen before, and his mother was standing at the front.He has never seen his mother, but the old man often flips through his mother's photo album, and he has already remembered what his mother looks like.

He glanced around and found that it was useless, and turned to the second page. What he saw on the second page made his expression change suddenly.Touching the person standing next to the young old man with his finger, it was Mr. Xie who said the sarcastic words to him that day. When he was young, Mr. Xie seemed as weird as he is now, facing the camera only the expressionless Sen Cold, those dark eyes stared straight at him.

Thinking of what Mr. Xie said, I felt uncomfortable all over.

Enduring anger, glance from the innermost side on the far right.In the past, the pixels were too low, especially with photos of many people, and many people couldn't guarantee that they looked very similar to themselves.But the woman holding the child in her arms can make him feel clearly that this person is Aunt Xie who has gone mad.

Completely different from what the old man described, this Aunt Xie didn't feel like a shrew at all, but was extremely gentle, and she could feel the pampering feeling while holding the child in her arms.

This child is probably Xie Jingyao. I didn’t expect that the pervert was quite cute when he was a child. He lay down obediently but couldn’t see the details clearly. own children.

Turning another page was blank, and there were no other photos in the next thick album, only these two photos remained with me.He tried hard to observe the background behind the photo, and found that it seemed a little familiar. He seemed to have been there before, and the old man passed by that place on the way and pointed out that their family lived there before.

As for why he was asking why he moved, the old man when he was a child couldn't tell, so he waved his fist and threatened him not to ask any more questions, so he didn't continue to ask.

There are no clues in the photo album, just knowing Aunt Xie's appearance is not enough, what he needs is a diary.Putting the photo album back in place, he stood up, stared at the books in the cabinet, hesitated for a while, stood up and searched in the cabinet over there.

"Tsk, the old man's anti-reconnaissance consciousness is still very strong. A diary can be hidden somewhere where I can't find it. I have turned the house upside down. I can't lift the floor and stuff the diary inside, right?"

Depressedly feeling sore all over, he moved his arms, looking for traces of the diary, and by the way returned the moved things back to their original positions.I searched three or four times, but couldn't find it. I felt my head hurt badly, so I just sat down on the floor, flattened my body, and rolled around to rest.

"Where did the old man put his things? My god, I'm tormenting me to death. I'm going to clean up the whole house of the old man."

"Okay, I'm so tired...I'm so exhausted..."

He moved his arms, tossed and turned indiscriminately, moved his arms, his legs were raised on the bed, and his fingers fumbled on the ground.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

"I don't know where it will be hidden. Could it be that I carry it with me all the time? This doesn't seem right. It's obviously a bit weird. I can't see any signs of carrying it. It's really weird. "

"Boom, boom, boom... thump thump..."

He stopped his movements, sat up strangely, and tapped the surrounding floor lightly with his fingers.

"Hum..." He changed positions again. "Boom, boom, boom..."

He widened his eyes, and quickly let the floor under his butt out, trying to find cracks around with his hands, and finally found a slightly raised abnormal arc in one place.He grabbed the corner of the floor along the arc, but he didn't expect to lift the floor off easily.The floor under the floor is not a concrete floor, but a small depression surrounded by exquisite inlays and clean white, and an old diary is placed in the center.

"Damn it, it's amazing that such a thing was designed in the house. If it weren't for my cleverness, I wouldn't be able to find such a thing even if I was exhausted."

He took it out randomly, flipped through it and looked at it for a few times, his joyful expression suddenly froze.

There are only about ten to twenty words recorded every day, and most of them are written about the mood of the day.

For example, the page he saw said that he was in a good mood.

Then there is no description. If you can see any clues from the past, you can't see it at all... If you can see it, it has to be Sherlock Holmes.

The following is written, it’s raining, I’m in a bad mood, the sun is shining today, her smile is so beautiful, I love her, working hard overtime...

With such a diary, he didn't need to exert much effort at all, and he easily read through half of it.Halfway through the point, there is no sign of any clues, and the short description is still maintained. This is not a diary at all, just a reminder of the past weather forecast...

Does this thing still need to be hidden?Even if it is put on the desktop, no one wants to read it, what kind of crap is written, it is a mess.The diary he wrote like this, and he also said that the diary compositions he wrote when he was in elementary school were waste products and could only be used as junk and thrown away.

Enduring the irritable mood of wanting to flip the table, he finally managed to see a useful sentence.

—she finally disappeared.

He quickly turned the page again.

——I heard that he lives in Xicheng District.

If he took out a paragraph alone, he would not understand any meaning at all.But from the date above, he could tell that he hadn't been born at that time, and he said in a relieved tone that she had disappeared, and coupled with the address below, he could probably deduce that she was Aunt Xie.Of course, the woman the old man mentioned earlier is her mother.

After looking through it for a while, I found that the following is still a description of mood, good mood, happy, happy, happy...

Painful until the last page he was looking at when the date was his birthday.

He took a deep breath, kept his composure, and shook his head to stop thinking about that sentence.

As long as he knew the address, he scrambled to restore things to their original positions, resurfaced the floor, and put the rug on top.He ran back to the room, turned on the computer, and searched for buildings near Xicheng District.

Searching hard on the map, he suddenly saw a remote street marked not far away, and there was a nursing home nearby.

If there is a nursing home, it is the place where Aunt Xie is. After all, there are very few nursing homes, and there are only a few nursing homes in a city. If you can bump into it, it can basically represent the sudden change in the old man. Aunt Xie who entered the nursing home.

Knowing the address, he quickly took the phone, stuffed everything into his pockets, and hung the car keys on his fingers.He ran downstairs quickly, said hello to Uncle Zhong, went to the garage to take out the car, used the positioning system to find it, and he quickly moved towards it.

It was an hour's drive, but it took him a full three hours to get there because of the traffic congestion.

He found the nursing home, stood at the door and looked at the building there, which was very dilapidated and surrounded by a group of old communities.It didn't look professional, and if it wasn't for the good eyesight, it wouldn't be clear that the small sign at the door could prove that this was a nursing home.