"Well, there is something else in the bureau. I have to go back." Yang Le scratched his head and said to himself, pretending to have nothing to see, turning around and walking out the door.

Looking at Lao Yang's face, you can tell that he is not in a beautiful mood.

"You're back." Old Yang snatched the cigarette in his hand and said calmly: "Move a stool and sit down. I have something to say to you."

Yang Le had no choice but to find a stool to sit down, and sat away from Lao Yang.

Old Yang glanced at Yang Le. He was in his early twenties and was in his prime, and his eyebrows looked very similar to that woman.

Sighing.

"Go to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of wine, let's have some drinks."

“…”

What kind of wine is drinking? Yang Le doesn’t understand what this old man is going to say today? What’s wrong with the photo? I’ll take my mother’s photos to see what’s wrong with you?

He rolled his eyes, thought for a while, but got up and took out the wine.

I went to the kitchen to get two wine glasses.

Pour on.

White wine rippled with crystal hops in the cup.

"How long has it been since we both drunk together?" Old Yang sighed deeply.

Yang Le rolled his eyes and said angrily: "It's been quite long, probably the day before yesterday."

If you have something to say, what are you doing?

Old Yang seemed to be particularly thick today, and he didn't care about Yang Le's teasing. He slowed down his tone and asked, "Have you been to my room?"

Yang Le shook his head and said, "No."

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

"No."

“…”

Lao Yang thought to himself that the photo is still on the table, why is this child talking lies with his eyes open?

"Look at this photo." Old Yang pushed the photo to Yang Le and said, "What do you plan to explain this photo?"

Black and white photo, gentle woman.

Yang Le's eyelids twitched, and she sat down without moving. She glanced at the photo and said, "This is the first time I have seen this photo, is it her?"

Tell lies with your eyes open.

Lao Yang nodded and said, "Yes."

"Why did you suddenly want to show me the photos? You are drinking and looking at the photos? You are so sensational, there is no intention, right?" Yang Le said, holding the photos in his hand and looking at them carefully. Although he would take them out every night for these nights, his heart would still be empty at this time.

Just pretend to be stupid.

"The first time you saw this photo?" Old Yang gave him a blank look. The child had been hiding everything since when he started talking. This made Old Yang very dissatisfied, making himself look like an outsider. He said helplessly: "You have been to my room, took this photo and placed it under your pillow. I found the photo under your pillow. The photo was taken away when I was away. Are you right?"

"How is that possible!" Yang Le firmly refused to admit it.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Don't worry, I don't plan to pursue you about taking photos. I have thought about something for a few days and didn't plan to ask you, but I've been struggling for a long time and I still want to ask clearly."

"You ask."

Yang Le breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't ask about the photos.

"This question is actually not complicated." Old Yang looked at Yang Le inadvertently and said, "It's just... how did you get the photos?"

"..." Isn't it still a photo?

Yang Le smiled bitterly and looked at Lao Yang and said, "I said I didn't take it. Why don't you believe me? You said the photo was found under my pillow. Could it be that you put it in? I forgot when the old man will get Alzheimer's disease when he is old, you won't have it."

A few days ago, Lao Yang was cut by the theater troupe and had been resting at home, but he didn't tell Yang Le.

Yang Le is busy dating and investigating cases, so he naturally has no time to care whether Lao Yang is at home every day.

Lao Yang is at home every day, but his photos are lost.

How did it lose it?

He couldn't figure it out. He could only think of the possibility that the water appeared on the floor, the moving bench, and the lost photos.

But Yang Le didn't want to say what else he could do.

You can't want this son.

"I'm so bad." Old Yang poured the wine into his stomach. He knew that Yang Le had made up his mind and refused to say it, "Okay, if you have something to do in the bureau, go and do it."

"Suddenly, the bureau is no longer busy." Yang Le smiled awkwardly.

Just kidding, the temperature below zero outside is so idle that the genius goes to the bureau.

"By the way, is there a bathhouse opened in the south gate of the community? Let's take a bath after drinking later?" Yang Le said.

"Don't go."

Lao Yang is in a bad mood and is too lazy to go.

"If you don't go, I'll go by myself." Yang Le drank the glass of wine in one sip, went to the house to pack up a few clothes to change. It was a particularly pleasant thing to drink some wine and take a bath in winter.

Old Yang looked at Yang Le going out of the door, looked down at the photos on the table, and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The bathhouse on the south gate of the community has just opened not long ago.

Well,

Some places are also called bathrooms.

I bought a ticket, changed my clothes, and soaked in a large pool. It was so sour and so refreshing.

A few children were waving in the pool, splashing water.

Anyone who has washed the large pond knows that it is actually quite annoying for children to play in the water, but adults cannot care about children, so they usually let them play.

Yang Le didn't say anything.

The mist rose and the beads of sweat remained along the forehead.

When he turned his face, he saw a chubby bald fat man taking a bath beside him. Yang Le immediately didn't want to take a shower.

Damn,

You are a pig demon, you can go to the bathhouse to make a fortune.

It’s like when I was eating, I suddenly saw a cockroach in the rice. It was disgusting or not. The most disgusting thing was to see half of the cockroach, just like Yang Le. After washing halfway, I saw a bald pig squatting beside me.

Disgusting.

He came out of the big pond, rushed to the bottom of the rain, and walked out.

The bald pig's eyes were still dripping and looking at the children.

Yang Le walked to the dressing room, wiped his body, changed his clothes, ordered a bottle of soda and a plate of radish, and lay on the bed. Anyone who has been there should know that there is a kind of bed in the bathhouse.

By the way, I asked a massage technician to help me press it. I have been sitting for a long time recently and my back hurts.

The technician is very skillful.

Very talkative, too.

Someone chatted with Yang Le in a mess.

Yang Le was chatting, but in his mind was thinking about the purpose of Lao Yang's question today. Logically, a photo should not make Lao Yang react. What was he suspicious about?

He has been silent about the woman in the photo for so many years. He obviously cherishes it very much, but pretends not to care. Why?

While thinking,

A man's scream came from the pool in the fierce bathhouse.

"Where is my child, why is the child missing?"

Yang Le quickly turned around and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The technician frowned slightly, and said with no certainty: "It seems... it's someone's child who lost it..."

The child is lost?

Lost a child in the bathhouse?

That pig demon just now?

His left eye moved slightly.

Ten minutes ago, the water was filled with mist in the large pond and the crowd was surging. The pig demon took advantage of the man's inattention and captured the little boy. As soon as the magic came out, the people around him found no abnormality.

Yang Le reached out and wanted to pull the little boy down.

Who knew that he had just passed away, and he was stunned as he watched his palm pass through the little boy's feet.

sweat,

Can't you take away the things you passed by? Why can't you catch the little boy this time?

Can't you live?

The pig demon did not notice Yang Le's existence. He wrapped the boy in his clothes and walked out of the door and walked to the right.

Yang Le quickly closed his blood pupils.

At this time, the bathhouse was already in panic. He hurriedly put on his clothes, paid the technician's money, and chased him out of the door.

Turn right out,
Chapter completed!