Yang Le walked to the convenience store on the street and bought a pack of cigarettes.

Instead of panic and fear, he was unexpectedly calm and stood at the entrance of the convenience store and lit the cigarette.

Since I ran into that file last night, everything has started to become messy.

Blood pupils.

You can see the past and monsters.

What other functions?

The air was a little turbid, and the haze was spreading in the air, blocking every pore in the body. Yang Le felt that his breathing was a bit blocked.

Riding on a little sheep.

Passing by People's Square, several old men were leisurely practicing Tai Chi.

The old man with crane hair and a young face has straight waist and legs and arms like a knife. Why does he look so much like a mantis?!

Mantis fight Tai Chi?

The aunt dancing square dance kept twisting her waist, revealing the green snake skin around her waist, shining in the sun.

Yang Le was very puzzled, why didn’t he notice it before.

Is this my eyes open?

God wants to subdue demons?

Hoho.

I had a good life when I couldn't see it before, but I still know how much he has. These monsters have nothing to do with him, so why bother meddling with others with rats?

accelerate.

The little sheep whizzed past the old man and the old man.

His family lives in Loumen New Village.

Broken tube building, a house divided by Lao Yang's unit theater ten years ago.

It’s not easy for Old Yang. A big man took Yang Le to shit and pee, and his hair was much whiter than Uncle Zhang next door.

Dongdong.

"I'm back."

After a long time, there was no movement.

strangeness,

This is Lao Yang, who should be at home.

Yang Le took out the key from his pocket and was looking for which one was opened, but the door opened.

Lao Yang stood inside the door, his face was very bad and covered with dark clouds.

Endocrine disorders early in the morning?

Yang Le changed into slippers and looked up, but found many people in the room.

"Aunt Liu, why are you..."

Aunt Liu Yun, a colleague at Lao Yang's Theater, has been widowed for many years.

"Uh... I'm here to find Weiguo... Your father was rehearsing. The theater was urged tightly, and we didn't understand the script."

Hoho.

Yang Le didn't bother with their affairs and asked directly: "Old Yang, is the key to the old house here with you?"

"What old house?" Lao Yang's tone was very bad.

"It's my mother..." Yang Le paused, "It's that haunted house."

Old Yang was stunned for a moment.

Frown.

He turned around and went back to the room, and then walked out with a piece of paper full of words.

"This is a demolition agreement. The house was demolished last month. I originally planned to tell you in a while so that you won't be too bad... I've paid 20 million yuan. Do you think you want the house or cash..."

Demolitioned?!

How could it be dismantled?

House?Cash?

What's the use of those I want!

Without that house, do you know if you can still see what happened on the day my mother died.

He tried overnight,

Only in a fixed space can he see what happened in the past in this space.

Without that old house, is there any use for this ability?

It's better to see the future.

At least you can see the winning numbers for tomorrow's lottery.

Then, buy one hundred bets in a row with the same number.

Ma Dan,

Are you short of money? You don’t have to, and you say 20 million in black and white.

"Who asked you to agree to the demolition? If you agree to it, just demolition it!" Yang Le yelled, with a hint of hysteria.

It's just a little bit, if you don't dismantle it, you can see everything.

His hands were trembling.

Lao Yang's face looked even more ugly.

"I will demolish my house as much as I like."

"Can you two stop arguing? You quarrel as soon as you meet?" Liu Yun hurriedly persuaded.

Silence fell in the room.

Silence was like a huge hand stalking Yang Le's neck, suffocating him.

"Dingdong, Alipay received 100,000 yuan..."

Liu Yun quickly took out his cell phone and was embarrassed to find that it wasn't his cell phone ringing.

Yang Le silently took out his high imitation apple X from his trouser pocket.

"Hello……"

His voice was weak.

"Yang Le, come to Huanghe New Village, I found something very strange."

It's Su Luo.

...

...

Yellow River New Village,

Room 303, Unit 2, Building 38, Kangsheng Home.

The lights inside the house were dim and the curtains were tightly drawn, and there was no trace of sunlight.

A middle-aged woman walked out of the kitchen, with a pale face and holding tea in her hands, and walked to the sofa.

She is the reporter Yang Le and Su Luo who are going to meet today, Liu Yinglan.

"Two police officers, drink some water."

She was pouring water, and the kettle and teacup collided from time to time, jingling.

Yang Le frowned slightly.

Liu Yinglan seemed to be too nervous. Her fingers holding the teapot handle exposed the blue veins on her hand because she tried hard.

Just pouring water, as for how hard it is... Is it a feud with the teapot?

"Officer Yang, I just told Officer Su that I really didn't report the case." Liu Yinglan put the teapot aside, let go of her five fingers, as if she had confidence in her whole body. She straightened her back and said.

"No report?"

Yang Le was stunned, a little surprised, and turned to look at Su Luo beside him.

Su Luo shrugged.

I look like I don't look at me like this, and I'm very depressed.

Could it be... the archives are just a prank?
To be continued...