Chu Ping swayed on the door handle. Under the action of force, the old door handle made a "creak" sound, just like an old woman groaning in a hospital bed, making a constant moaning sound.
"You can get into this house with just a hammer and a little force, but it's completely useless."
Chu Ping shook it hard again, but the doorknob became louder and louder, so he didn't dare to use any more force. Chu Ping was really afraid that the doorknob would be pulled off with a single force.
Chu Ping hesitated for a moment and looked around. After making sure there was no one around, he took out a piece of wire from his pocket, inserted it into the door lock, and shook it back and forth.
With a clear "click" sound, the door to Lao Xie's room was easily opened.
Chu Ping did not enter the room immediately, but waited in front of the door for a while, and after confirming that there was no movement in the room, he quietly got in.
"My hand is still raw. Hey, I haven't done it for so long, so the sound seems a bit loud."
The noise Chu Ping made when opening the door just now made Chu Ping's heart jump into his throat. He was afraid that the people inside would hear it, so Chu Ping did not enter immediately, but waited outside for a while. There was something slightly wrong in the house, and Chu Ping was able to escape from here immediately.
It's half past eight in the evening, but the room is dark, and it seems that the people inside have fallen asleep.
"Go to bed so early? Still not at home?"
Chu Ping was unsure of the situation, so he didn't dare to act rashly or turn on the light. He just groped gently and then moved forward slowly.
This is the refrigerator, this is the sofa, this is the bookshelf...
Chu Ping touched a door next to the bookshelf. The door was ajar. Through the street lights outside, he could vaguely see a bed inside and a few old books scattered on the bed...
When Lao Xie came out of the police station, it was getting dark soon, and the street lights on both sides of the road had just turned on.
Lao Xie Tou has no wife and no children, and he is still a bachelor. Anyone in the police station who has chased his stall knows this, so they did not wait for anyone to claim Lao Xie Tou. They just gave him a lecture and told him He wanted to respect science and not be superstitious, and then let him go home.
Wearing a Taoist robe and wearing a Taoist crown crookedly, the slovenly old man didn't care about his eye-catching attire. He casually found a roadside stall and ordered two bottles of beer and a plate of peanuts. So he started eating there.
Occasionally, he would say a few words to passers-by to test his marriage luck and fortune.
But if a passerby sees a sloppy old man carrying a beer bottle, wearing a monk's robe, and muttering some crazy words, anyone will think that this man is a lunatic.
Lao Xie didn't care about other people's weird looks. After eating and drinking, he walked towards No. 328 Wufu Street with only half a bottle of beer left.
"I don't know how that kid is doing, if he's still alive."
Old Xie giggled and pinched his fingers with his left hand, as if he felt something in his heart. Then he poured another sip of beer into his mouth, and the cold liquid went down his throat and into his stomach.
"I didn't expect that he is still alive. He is really lucky."
Chu Ping didn't know that Lao Xie was still there caring about his life and death, because Chu Ping was hiding in the closet, waiting for Lao Xie to come back.
Just now Chu Ping pushed open Lao Xie's bedroom, but found that there was no one in the bedroom. He had heard about Lao Xie's situation from Brother Mickey Mouse before.
Old Xie Tou didn't know why, but he was still single and unmarried. Even the house he lived in now was an old house left by his ancestors.
At that time, when Chu Ping heard that Lao Xie was still a bachelor, he maliciously guessed the reason why Lao Xie was a bachelor.
The diary in his arms trembled slightly. Chu Ping huddled in the cabinet and carefully opened the diary.
Bloody text emerged.
"I didn't expect you could do this kind of thing like sliding a door and picking a lock."
Obviously, Jiang Qing was bored and wanted to chat with Chu Ping for a while.
Chu Ping curled his lips.
"It's not just for you."
Chu Ping learned this lock-picking skill after his parents died.
At that time, he was severely hit by this incident. He once gave up on himself and stayed with those gangsters all day long. Over time, he learned more or less some of their "life skills", although they were not proficient. , but it is more than enough to deal with door locks in such old buildings.
"Hey, if my third uncle hadn't taken me to the police station every day to have heart-to-heart talks, I really don't know what I would be like now."
When Chu Ping thought that every time he got into trouble, he would be taken to the police station by Han Sanpin for a "heart-to-heart talk", Chu Ping would feel uncomfortable. Later, Chu Ping resigned from the police station, which was also related to him.
Damn, the impression at that time was so profound, and the psychological shadow was huge.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping shivered unconsciously.
"Actually, I can leave you here, and I'll come over to pick you up tomorrow." When Chu Ping said this, it was like he was discussing a child who didn't want to go to kindergarten.
Jiang Qing was silent for a while, and then the word "blood" appeared again.
"I don't believe you."
Thinking of his previous misdeeds, Chu Ping seemed to understand Jiang Qing's mood at this time.
Chu Ping smiled helplessly. If it were him, he wouldn't be able to trust himself.
At this moment, the door suddenly made a noise. Chu Ping held his breath, closed the diary at the same time, and then put it in his arms.
Lao Xie returned home drunk. Because the moon was dark and the wind was high, he didn't notice anything strange at home.
After Lao Xie entered the room, he took off his dirty Taoist robe and threw it away without knowing where. The Taoist crown he was wearing crookedly also fell down.
When Chu Ping saw that it was Lao Xie who had returned home, he did not dare to say anything. He only waited for the other party to fall asleep before preparing to take action.
Lao Xie staggered closer to the bedroom, fell down on the bed, and looked outside. He felt that the moon had appeared in the dark sky at some point, but the moon was curved, as if someone was squinting slightly. Looking at him with eyes closed.
Lao Xie turned over. He always felt that he must be drunk. How could the moon turn into a human being?
The street lights outside emitted a dim light, which shone through the windows in the room and onto the wall.
On the white wall, a vague figure is reflected, and the figure is fluttering, just like those strange beings.
Lao Xie turned his head away, not looking at the black shadow on the wall.
"You really drank too much, and even the shadow took notice."
The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and Lao Xie's blurred consciousness made him ignore the figure walking out of the wall.
The figure walked past and disappeared from sight again, but what Lao Xie didn't notice was that there was a reddish-brown diary under the pillow not far away from him.
