"All the two sets of clothes we had were bought by my aunt for her...the son who died prematurely."

"Oh." Lu Yun sighed unconsciously.

"Okay, don't think about it." Su Muzhe slapped and pointed to the things on the table. "Just divide the things and put them in your backpack."

Lu Yun looked in the direction of his finger and saw the pile of items piled up like mountains. He laughed out loud and joked at Su Muzha: "Master, you might have robbed someone else's supermarket, right?"

"Nostalgia." Su Muzhe gave her a thrill in the head, "If I went to the supermarket, you wouldn't see me here now."

Lu Yun laughed too low and fell to the sofa.

Su Muzhe was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he asked Ye Xuanling to pack up his things.

Su Muzhe himself stood up and went to find his backpack. He remembered that he put his backpack in the bathroom.

When he arrived at the bathroom, Su Muzhe saw his backpack at the bathroom. The backpack is waterproof and will not be wet after being wet after rain. You just need to wipe the outside.

He reached out to carry his backpack, but when he got it, he was stunned for a moment because he found that his backpack seemed to have been moved.

——The zipper of the backpack opened a little from the side—this was pulled by Su Muzhe when he took things. However, the one placed on the first floor was originally a daily necessity, but at this moment, there was an extra compass.

The compass is placed in the waterproof pocket on the side of the backpack. It now appears here.

Su Muzhe looked at it for a while, and quietly put the compass back to its original place.

He knew that neither Lu Yun nor Ye Xuanling would touch his own things, so who did this? The answer was self-evident.

He pulled the backpack, then carried all three backpacks in his hand and took them out of the bathroom.

"Your backpack." Su Muzhe threw the other two backpacks into Lu Yun and Ye Xuanling's hands respectively.

"After packing up, go to bed early and get up early tomorrow."

"Remember."

"There is another thing. When you go to bed late, you're more alert." Su Muzhe lowered his voice.

Both of them all looked up at Su Muzhe, and Su Muzhe nodded slightly to them. The tacit understanding that had been developed long ago made Lu Yun and Ye Xuanling understand what he meant in an instant.

They also nodded slightly to Su Muzhe.

Although Old Mrs. Fang is indeed very nice to them, they are a little bit heartless when they are on guard against them. But they believe more about their master/senior brother. After all, there is nothing, and their lives are even more important.

The three of them quickly packed up their things, carried their backpacks, and planned to go to their respective rooms to sleep. As soon as they stood up, a muffled sound suddenly came from a room inside. The sound was really not at all. It was not a sound that something could fall to the ground.

All three of them heard the sound, and everyone looked at each other, and Lu Yunsheng said: "It seems that the sound is still from the previous room...."

There is no wind now, so it is impossible to blow anything down again.

Su Muzha and his friends were hesitant, not knowing whether to go and see. The door of Mrs. Fang's room opened with a "click" and the old lady in her pajamas walked out of the room.

She saw Su Muzhe and the others standing in the living room, smiled at them, and explained, "My old man may be feeling uncomfortable again, and he is losing his temper now. I'll go see. Are you going to bed? Don't play for a while?"

Su Muzhe shook his head, "No."

He remembered what the supermarket owner had said to him, and was a little worried about whether the violent husband of Mrs. Fang would attack her, so he asked the old lady, "Auntie, do you need me to help you?"

Old Mrs. Fang's expression was slightly surprised. After reacting, her smile became more gentle. "No need, I can handle it alone. Su, go and rest quickly. Wait until I get up tomorrow morning to eat the breakfast I made. The old woman is too lonely to eat breakfast alone."

"Okay." Su Muzhe patted the shoulders of the two beside him, "Go and have a rest. Good night, aunt."

"Good night."

****

When the only old lady in the living room was left, the originally gentle and amiable expression of her face disappeared instantly and became cold and cold.

She took out the key, opened the locked door in front of her, and after entering the room, she locked the door from the inside.

As the night entered, the room became even darker.

The old lady didn't turn on the light, picked up the flashlight and took it on the ground. When she saw the person who was originally lying on the bed, she somehow landed on the ground. Her lower body had long been paralyzed and could not turn over by herself, so she could only fall to the ground in a frustration.

Old Mrs. Fang sneered and limped towards him. When she heard her light and heavy footsteps, the man lying on the ground trembled uncontrollably.

This is no longer fear, but deep fear.

Old Mrs. Fang walked to him, stopped, and did not reach out to help him, but stood in front of him and looked down at him condescendingly.

The man was still sobbing in his throat, but after feeling the long dead silence, his whimper became more and more, and finally disappeared.

"Are you dead?" The old lady kicked him with her feet, feeling the person at her feet, her body moving like a dead dog. She smiled sarcastically, "Why, I think it's too hot, right? The ground is cool, then you can lie on the ground for a while."

She walked around the man on the ground and walked to the bed where he was originally lying. She took the flashlight and found that the pillow and the sheets on both sides were stained with many sticky things - this was a mixture of porridge and vomit, which looked extremely nauseous and emitting a strong smell.

Most people may have been unable to help avoiding this scene when they see it, but Old Mrs. Fang doesn’t frown at all.

She turned her head and looked at the person on the ground, and said to him in a heavy tone, "You always love to cause trouble for me. Now, when I was young, I always vomited all over the room every time I got drunk. At that time, I could only clean up the room while enduring the nausea. But now, I can't do it anymore."

Then, she put the flashlight aside, then took off the bed sheets and pillow covers and wrapped them. She took a few garbage bags from the drawer, packed them layer by layer, then stuffed the bed sheets of her hands into it, and tied the garbage bags to a dead knot.
Chapter completed!