Arrive home,
close the door,
Lock the door.
Mao Sandao leaned against the door panel and adjusted his emotions to the maximum extent.
Go into the bathroom.
Turn on the faucet.
Wow…
He picked up a handful of water and poured it on his face.
He looked up at his water-stained face in the mirror, reached out and rubbed his face:
"Mao Sandao, what evil did you commit in your last life?"
He took off the towel, wet it, unscrewed it, and wiped his face.
He turned his head slightly and touched a piece of heart-shaped brown skin near the base of his right ear and his chin, with a look of disgust on his face:
"God is indeed fair. With such a handsome face, he had to give me a birthmark. It's disgusting!"
Snapped!
The towel was thrown into the pool with a splash.
He walked into his grandfather's room and prepared to clean up his room.
Grandpa never let him enter his room before, but now he can enter freely.
After looking around, it seemed like it was nothing.
Grandpa's daily clothes have been collected by neighbors. According to custom, after a person dies, the items he used and the clothes he wore during his lifetime are basically burned.
In order to let him remember him, the neighbors only left a photo of his grandfather on the counter.
The grandpa in the photo is still so serious and world-weary.
Taking down the photo, Mao Sandao carefully wiped the dust on it, and his heart became heavy again.
"Grandpa, can you tell me why you died?"
…………
The weather was gloomy and rainy, just like Mao Sandao's mood, shrouded in thick haze.
Grandpa's funeral was finished, and it was time to appoint the man in the secret room.
According to the instructions, working hours are from 5 pm to 3 am.
Mao Sandao didn't know why he chose this time, but after thinking about it, maybe because the job was "disgraceful", he didn't care too much.
Looking at the blue "No. 9 Jingyuan Road" hanging on the lintel, Mao Sandao felt a sense of disgust in his heart.
After clearing his mind and taking a deep breath, Mao Sandao adjusted his mentality to the best.
Push door.
Squeak...
The light was still as dark as ever, and the furnishings inside were still messy.
However, the lights no longer flickered as violently as before.
It seems that everything is calm.
The place of work should not be a bookstore. Mao Sandao did not hesitate and walked directly towards the secret room.
The candlelight in the passage seemed to sway more and more in order to welcome the arrival of the new owner.
The reflected shadow of Mao Sandao covered the rusty iron gate at the end and started to beat.
Thumb thump…
The iron gate was opened by Mao Sandao.
Bang bang!
Mao Sandao wiped the rust off his hands.
Bang!
Close the door with your foot.
"coming?"
Hearing the "familiar" but not pleasant voice, Mao Sandao ignored it and walked directly to the sofa.
"I thought you wouldn't come on time. Not bad, I wasn't disappointed."
"none of your business!"
Mao Sandao sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and responded in the fewest words.
"What, you're not happy?"
Mao Sandao put his left leg on his right thigh, crossed his legs, and rolled his eyes: "Your grandpa is dead, can you be happy?"
"Yes, yes, he is quite filial."
"none of your business!"
He didn't know where the source of this sound was, or who this person was, but Mao Sandao was very sure that he didn't like this sound very much.
The man seemed to be used to Mao Sandao's "strong" way of speaking and didn't care about it.
In other words, "he" wanted something from Mao Sandao, so he had to endure it.
"Did something indescribable happen at the funeral?"
"Hmm! How did you know?"
Mao Sandao was a little puzzled. He was not present at the time. How could he feel that he knew so much about the situation at that time?
Before the man could speak, Mao Sandao seemed to have guessed something was wrong. He threw the cigarette butt hard on the ground and stood up from the sofa:
"I'm just going to tell you why this happened to my grandpa all of a sudden. Damn it, it turns out it was you who did it!"
"I say it again, please pay attention to your wording!" The man seemed to be suppressing his inner anger, "I don't have the extra time to disturb the funeral scene, so don't throw dirty water on me!"
In the excitement just now, Mao Sandao didn't think much about it. Now after listening to this person's dictation, he changed his mind and analyzed it and felt that what this person said was not a lie.
The purpose of bringing him here was to serve as the master of the bookstore. From the fact that this thing first urged him to take up the position as soon as possible, it can be seen that he should be in a hurry.
Correspondingly, it is impossible to go to the scene and act like a monster to delay your employment time.
Otherwise, for him, it will definitely be more gain than loss.
So, did you misunderstand him just now?
"Oh, that's right." Mao Sandao slowly sat back on the sofa, "You didn't do it, so how did you know about my grandfather?"
"How I know is not important. What is important is that I helped you solve the matter."
oh.
Um?
Mao Sandao was stunned: "Don't take credit for me. You helped me solve this matter. What problem did you solve for me?"
"If I hadn't appeared, do you think you could calm your grandpa down with just a few of you?"
"You mean..." Mao Sandao suddenly remembered the black wind behind him, "You mean that the evil wind is you?"
"It seems that you are not so stupid as to be heart-warming. What I want to tell you is that as long as you learn to be obedient, not only will I not kill you, but I will also help you deal with the difficult things you think and protect you by the way. Dear people."
Mao Sandao curled his lips: "Then I have to thank you."
No wonder grandpa seemed to be afraid of something in the end. Only then did Mao Sandao realize that he had encountered something called a secret room.
"No thanks, just apologize."
"Bah!" Mao Sandao spat on the ground indifferently, "Apologise? Do you want to save face? I'm so old that I don't even know how to write an apology! Don't forget, you killed my grandfather, and you are me Kill relatives and enemies!”
"Then I'll wait for you to take revenge and see if you have the ability."
Perhaps knowing Mao Sandao's temper, the man felt that continuing to talk would be asking for trouble.
During the whole process, Mao Sandao was either scolded or scolded, and he immediately urged:
"The place where you work is up there. Guests will come to your door in the evening. Register clearly in the visitor's book. Get the secret room before you go home. Take the instructions and get up there!"
"I thought I was waiting for the guests here." Mao Sandao stood up and walked impatiently to the entrance with the instructions, "Also, please use the word "please" next time!"
"Treat others in their own way. If you don't respect others, how can others respect you?"
"I'm too lazy to argue with you!" Mao Sandao walked up the stairs. After just a few steps, he paused and asked without looking back, "Can you tell me why you killed my grandfather? I want to know the reason. .”
"That's not the question you should ask!"
"My grandfather is dead!" Mao Sandao suddenly turned back and stared at the secret room, "So what if you tell me the reason! Aren't you very confident? Are you still afraid that I will seek revenge on you?"
After a moment of silence, the secret room replied: "Your grandfather is nosy and insists on finding out the cause of Ji Yichen's death. I don't like him, so I will kill him."
"Okay!" Mao Sandao continued to walk upstairs, "Thank you for your answer today!"
The voice was as cold as ice, echoing throughout the secret room.
