Because time is running out.
Yang Cunhua quickly led Cheng Ye towards Zhang Dazui's home.
The village seemed dead.
Everything was silent.
Until this time, no one came out to hang out.
It seems that in this village, apart from him, there are only Yangcunhua.
It was as if the woman they met on the first day was a smoke bomb specially prepared for them by the copy.
Let them be afraid of being warned, afraid of being out, and can only stay put.
"We're here." Yang Cunhua stopped suddenly.
Cheng Ye looked straight ahead. He saw a mud house that was no different from other courtyards.
The sun sets, and the warm golden light pours on the earth, giving everything a warm illusion.
However, the sun is cold, and so is the human heart.
"Let's go." Cheng Ye said softly.
The girl's room will have more stuff, and there are so many miscellaneous things that you can't tell whether you need them or not. In short, there are a lot of things.
"Let's look for it separately." Cheng Ye said decisively.
The reason why I came to search the room was because the last thing I said with my mouth open was: "I found out last night..."
It means that she must have discovered something.
In other words, her clue was to something and she discovered some important information.
Yang Cunhua nodded and said, "Let me come to her bedroom. Girls always know girls better."
Cheng Ye: "Okay."
…
About two hours later, it was completely dark.
The last bit of light was swallowed up by darkness.
But they still found nothing.
Yang Cunhua even put all the things in categories and didn't see anything special.
Everything here looks like something a girl would normally use.
Cheng Ye also checked all the places except the bedroom. There was nothing special about the pots, pans, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
The two people stood in the bedroom silently, saying nothing.
It shouldn't be like this.
In the dark night there was only the sound of two people breathing.
Yang Cunhua lit a candle, and the faint light illuminated the room again.
Cheng Ye stood quietly in the center of the room, the candlelight reflecting in his eyes, making the light shine.
His mind flashed back to the day he asked everyone if they had checked their rooms.
There was a slight strangeness on his face with his mouth wide open.
It was tiny, but he caught it.
At that moment, he was sure that opening his mouth wide must have uncovered some clue that belonged only to her.
She must have found something.
But why did that thing disappear out of thin air?
The faint candlelight swayed gently in the dark room.
The shaking caused the shadows of the two people on the wall to lengthen, narrow, and twist.
Cheng Ye frowned slightly, his eyes as dark as ink, and looked at the room carefully again.
From top to bottom, from left to right.
There was no need to search the outside rooms. Apart from the furniture that could be seen, there was nothing special.
And that important clue must be special.
Opening your mouth wide should put it away, or even hide it from others.
Cheng Ye's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his deep eyes glanced sharply at the items he had sorted out.
suddenly.
He walked forward quickly and picked out a particularly inconspicuous piece of clothing from a pile of clothes.
It's a very ordinary, ordinary jacket.
The fabric was thin and even patched.
Yang Cunhua looked at him puzzledly, not knowing why.
Cheng Ye smiled slowly and shook the clothes in his hand: "That's it."
The whole house is filled with women's products.
However, it is a men's jacket.
Why does she have a men's jacket when she doesn't have a boyfriend?
This is the clue.
The memories of the past few days were like a whistling cold wind, blowing quickly through Cheng Ye's mind.
Every frame of the opening-mouth scene slows down.
Little by little.
Zhi...zhi...zhi...
Cheng Ye smiled.
These were the clothes of the man they killed.
"Your judgment yesterday was wrong."
She discovered that the person they killed was not Lu Hooligan No. 2.
This dress belongs to the real victim.
...
It started to rain that night.
The rain was pouring and falling endlessly.
Cheng Ye sat in the main room holding the dress, not knowing what he was thinking.
He felt very, very sleepy.
It seems that the body has become very tired, as if he is about to fall asleep again in the next second.
He felt like he was just a little bit closer to figuring it all out, but for some reason his brain started to freeze.
Unable to think.
At this time, the fence in the yard squeaked.
The slow and somewhat harsh sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.
The drowsy Cheng Ye suddenly woke up.
He raised an eyebrow and looked over.
It's his father.
Tonight he had nothing in his hands and his steps were unsteady and slow.
He walked towards Cheng Ye step by step.
Rain slid off his body.
There appeared to be a blood stain on his forehead.
For some reason, Cheng Ye felt that he was both close and far away from him.
Knowing that he was not the extra person, Cheng Ye just glanced at him and lowered his head.
He felt so sleepy that he needed a good sleep before he could think about problems.
However, Old Man Chen didn't give him a chance.
"Son." He stood in front of Cheng Ye and shouted tiredly.
The voice was full of exhaustion and vicissitudes of life.
Like a guqin with a broken string.
Cheng Ye looked up at him and said with some lag, "What's wrong?"
"Dad, Dad is sorry for you..." Old man Chen's wrinkled face showed a little bitterness.
Cheng Ye frowned, his brain started to jam like a rusty machine.
But he still noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong, Dad."
[Ding, the player "Chen Zi" has deviated from the character design, second warning. 】
Cheng Ye suddenly woke up and shook his head violently.
How could I be so lax while still in the game?
However, it seems that someone else is controlling my body and I can't resist.
Old man Chen showed a wry smile, shook his head, and finally said nothing.
Cheng Ye pinched himself hard to prevent himself from doing something uncontrollable next.
He stood up and swayed to go back to the room.
At this moment, Old Man Chen suddenly grabbed him.
Cheng Ye turned around and looked at Old Chen in confusion.
Old man Chen's cloudy eyes were as bright as stars in the sky at this moment.
He pointed to the clothes in Cheng Ye's arms.
Cheng Ye lowered his head and looked at his clothes.
Old man Chen raised a bright smile and said happily: "Son, do you like this dress? Dad bought it for you."
He began to happily pull on Cheng Ye's sleeves, holding on tightly while talking non-stop.
Cheng Ye suddenly couldn't hear anything.
Thunder rumbled, rain poured down, and the pouring rain hit the dirt ground.
He looked at Old Man Chen's mouth opening and closing.
Suddenly I felt dizzy.
The tremors and fear started all the way up from his toes, making his scalp numb.
The extra person is himself.
