When he knocked on the door, Chen Qing felt much calmer than before.
He originally thought he would be a little disturbed or impulsive, but when he actually stood at the door, everything seemed to be insignificant.
That is the past after all.
The memory he wants to get back is because he wants to see the future.
"Who is it?" After knocking on the door for the third time, a young child's voice came from the door. The voice was a bit sharp, and it sounded like a boy, and his voice had not changed yet.
"Is it their child?" Jiang Wan asked.
"Yeah. So..." He hesitated: "Cousin? Or cousin."
"It's up to you." She murmured softly twice and replied to the door: "From the police station, police number F160002, I have some information that I need to know from you now."
"Police officer?" The voice seemed to hesitate for a while, and then replied: "My parents are not here! Get out of here!"
Jiang Wan's expression changed, but before she could speak, there was a heavy slamming of the door, followed by footsteps that began to get farther and farther, presumably entering the back room.
"This kid..." She frowned, her face somewhat displeased.
"What should I do?" She turned her head and asked Chen Qing: "Are they really not at home at this time?"
"Are you there..." He shook his head: "You can't break in by force. Go back first, and you can summon them directly to the police station later."
"That……"
"Let's file a case to transfer a large amount of special property."
She glanced at Chen Qing, saw the indifferent look on his face, and finally nodded.
After coming to a conclusion, the two of them started to prepare to leave, but before taking a few steps, Jiang Wan suddenly turned around and stared at a certain corner in the corridor.
"What's wrong?" He looked at Jiang Wan's solid place, curious.
"It seems...something's wrong." She pointed to the surroundings and added: "It's like...it feels like being in the back room.
Very strange. "
Chen Qing looked at the direction of her finger. Before he could speak, Bu Zhaozhao floated out: "This place has had an extraordinary influence."
She looked a little confused and a little curious. She flew up the steps and stopped at the resting platform of the corridor on the upper floor.
"Chen Qing? Come up." After she called, she followed Chen Qing up the two steps, leaning down and staring at the corner.
There, the originally dry wall was covered with moss, and the blue water marks looked a bit old.
"An extraordinary creature once stopped here." She said, and Chen Qing relayed it to Jiang Wan.
"Will it affect ordinary people?"
She thought for a while, and when she was about to nod, she shook her head.
"I don't know. I'll have to look again."
Listening to Chen Qing's reply, Jiang Wan felt depressed in her heart: "The world is getting more and more chaotic."
He listened and laughed freely: "Maybe the world has always been such a mess, but you just saw the truth."
Before he finished speaking, and he didn't know what he thought of, he hurriedly ended what they were talking about, and began to urge Jiang Wan to leave. They walked all the way out, telling Jiang Wan that he would be later. He also wanted to go to the villas when he was there, saying that he would go looking for Karans late at night.
There's a lot going on today.
He said he still had a lot to do.
When he saw Jiang Wan get into the car and waved her off, the look on his face became more solemn.
He took out the hand that had been hidden in his pocket. On his fingertips, there was a six to seven centimeter long, curly and dyed golden hair.
The hair was rough and oily.
"Is entering their home considered a stranger's family?" He didn't look up, but Bu Zhaozhao knew that he was talking to him.
"You take out the non-relic. When you use it, it will tell you the answer."
This answer is useful, but obviously it does not completely answer Chen Qing's question.
He turned around, walked around a bush, and took the human skin in his pocket into his hand.
He raised his head, looked around and put the hair in his hand into the dough.
He wrapped it around twice, and the face began to change. It squirmed little by little, swallowing the hair into it. It curled on one side, and the facial features began to change slightly.
The bridge of the nose is collapsed and the forehead is high.
Then a familiar face appeared in front of Chen Qing.
"Do you want to go to her house now to investigate?"
He shook his head and replied to Bu Zhaozhao: "Later. At least not now."
He put the human face in his pocket, stood up, and behind him, a familiar figure stepped into his field of vision.
"Oh? Just came back."
He took his hat out of his pocket, lowered it slightly and transformed into an ordinary passerby.
He walked towards the figure. The distance between the two was still far away, but he heard waves of swear words coming from far away.
"It's so hard to put the whole family's stuff in two bags! How dare you put water on your mother's scale!
Your mother got cancer because of your greed for money and deserved to die. "
The sound became louder and louder. Even when she got closer, her voice didn't lower a little. It was so noisy that the nearby residents stuck their heads out.
"Seven fifteen..."
He whispered softly about the current moment, and after the two of them staggered side by side, he slowly turned around.
"I wish I could come earlier tomorrow..."
He looked at his theoretical family members walking away, wondering what he was laughing at...
The next morning, 7:49.
When the students were walking to the classroom, he got on the bus and drove all the way to the suburbs.
"Eh? Have you heard that someone died again on the southern ring road of the city?"
"It's true... I said the same thing last week, but Mao didn't even see one."
"It's true! Hey! It is said that death is ugly!"
"Hey, tell me carefully! That's where my guy always goes after get off work."
"I don't know - that's what I heard from people. I heard that half of the face is gone... dead... tsk."
…
He looked out the window. He couldn't sleep for too long, and the noise in his ears would wake him up. He turned his head, and the vegetable baskets in the hands of the aunts were still dripping with dew, and they were still chatting.
"Eh? I heard that all the people who died were men. Could it be..."
"That's not right. I heard that the one who died today was only in his early twenties... A young man might not be that hungry."
"Who knows, young people nowadays are having a lot of fun behind the scenes."
As they talked, their eyes drifted to Chen Qing.
They looked up and down at this student who was not wearing school uniform and walking against the flow of people. The meaning in their eyes was very obvious.
