The old man was nearly sixty years old, wearing a pair of reading glasses, squinted his eyes, and holding a sharp crutch in his hand, as if I had a slight answer, the stick was about to poke my face. I knew that because of Master Yu Mohan's death, they were panicked and had a strong sense of defense. I didn't keep it in my arms at that time, and directly revealed my identity and said, "Uncle, I am Master Yu's friend, and I know Nannan too. When I learned about the Master, I came here to worship him."

When the old man heard me say the name "Master Yu", he was even more nervous. His hand holding the crutch tightened and said angrily: "You have found the wrong person. There is no Master Yu or Nannan here. Leave quickly, otherwise I will call the police-the police station is at the intersection in front of the alley!"

The old man came over to chase people with a crutch. I saw that his body was not very strong, for fear of hurting him by pulling, so I didn't argue with him. I stepped back. At this time, a low voice came from the room: "Master Ma, I know him, he is my grandfather's friend."

The old man stopped. I stood at the gate of the yard and looked into the room. I saw a cold young man sitting quietly in the darkness in the door without lights, holding a sharp carving knife in his hand. I squinted my eyes. He was Nannan, different from the little boy back then. At this moment, he had grown up and was not much shorter than me, but his temperament was still the same. He was combing a small braid, calm and calm, only his eyes were like a baby, with pearl-like light inside.

"Nannan, I'm here," I said to the young man in the room. He nodded and said to me: "Come in. I'm afraid of light recently and dare not go out."

With Nan Nan's testimony, the old man did not make things difficult for me anymore. I left the little white fox in the yard to accompany him, and then walked into the wing room. But when I saw Nan Nan sitting in a homemade wheelchair, I couldn't help but be stunned and asked subconsciously: "What's wrong with your legs?"

Nan Nan said calmly: "My grandfather lost his life, but I am more lucky, just losing my legs..."

He seemed very calm and a little scary, as if he was not talking about himself, which made me sigh in my heart. I always knew that Master Yu had a wish, that was, that his grandson could be happy. However, judging from the current situation, this young man in his twenties had experienced too many changes, and his mind would probably become more depressed. There was no way to smile happily like what Master Yu Mohan wanted, right?

I nodded and stopped asking questions, but changed the topic: "Where is your grandfather's spiritual position? I'll go and worship it."

Nan Nan's hand didn't move, and the wheelchair under his seat automatically turned around, and then took me all the way through two rooms to bring a room to the west, where there was a shrine, and three incense sticks were burning in the incense urn on it. In the light of the fire, I saw the portrait of Master Yu Mohan. The halo of the weapon refiner during his lifetime was never seen again. At this moment, he was just a calm old man, looking ahead with kindness. When I wanted to take this photo, he was probably thinking about his taciturn grandson in his heart, right?

Nan Nan refused to obey the arrangement of Liu Laosan and Yizijian, and naturally ignored me even more. I took the incense handed over from him, bowed respectfully three times, and then inserted it into the incense urn, stared at Master Yu in the photo for a long time, then turned around and said seriously to Nan Nan: "Nan, I came here this time to investigate the cause of your grandfather's death and find the murderer behind the scenes. If you have any clues, you can find me."

In the case of Master Yu's murder, Nan Nan was one of the ones who was affected by Chi Yu. However, because he was protected too much by Master Yu, he was not very clear about the origin of the murderer. Liu Laosan and others had already checked this matter, so I didn't want to ask more questions, mentioning his sadness. When Nan Nan, who had been silent, raised his head and looked at me. There seemed to be a flame flashing in his eyes. Then he nodded seriously and said two words with a little excitement: "Thank you."

This is the first time I saw Nan Nan again and heard his voice vibrato. I knew that he still had a lot of concern for his grandfather's death.

I didn't stay here for long, and Buyu quickly called me and told me that there were some changes in the old house of Cheng's family, asking me to come as soon as possible. I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone, so I stopped stopping, but hurried away with the little white fox. Before leaving, Nan Nan asked me, where is the fat girl now? This was the first time he asked me a question. I also knew that his feelings for the fat girl may not be lighter than me, and I did not dare to say that the fat girl might be taken away by Maitreya. I didn't know us anymore, but said that it was not bad and naughty.

Nan Nan told me that if you have the chance next time, remember to bring Fat Girl with me. I haven’t seen it for a long time, so I’m very imagining.

Xiaobai Huer and I felt sad. At that moment, we stopped talking and rushed to the old house of Cheng's family. As soon as we jumped onto the wall, the fish emerged from the shadows and whispered to me: "A man came just now, unlocked from behind, and cleaned the room alone in the dark, which was very strange."

I frowned and said, "Where are people now?"

Bu Yu pointed to the black room and said, "I'm still inside. It's been about forty minutes. I keep cleaning and scrubbing. It's dark and weird at night."

I pondered for a while, and then ordered my left and right, "Okay, take that person out and ask me, maybe all my doubts will be solved."

As soon as I finished speaking, Buyu, who had already been ready to go, rushed into the house with excitement. At this moment, he was no longer the shiny bald head that year. He looked like a literary young man with a wig. However, the fierce feeling at this moment made people wonder. I was afraid that the person inside would be a master or a non-human creature like a supernatural, so I immediately let the little white fox jump onto the roof to guard it, and I hurriedly followed.

However, it was unexpectedly simple to capture the mysterious man in the room. Before I could reach the door, Bu Yu had already brought the person over to me. When this kid just joined the special service group, he was still an honest child. At this moment, his methods were already affected by the recklessness of those rough people. He pressed the man to the ground, causing the man to keep calling, which was very noisy.

I looked down and saw that this was not a mysterious person. He was just an ordinary old man. He was trembling with a rag in his hand.

Seeing that something was wrong, I quickly stopped Buyu and told him not to hurt others first. Then I helped the man up and said in a deep voice: "Don't yell, just say something."

The man stopped talking when I was like this, and said in horror: "Which are you two? I only have more than ten dollars on my body. If you want it, just take it, I don't have anything else. Don't hurt my life..." I was angry and funny, saying, don't get me wrong, we passed by, and saw you sneaking in this house. I heard that there are always haunted here, so I came here to meddle in other people's business. I didn't want to make the few dollars you want.

When the old man heard us reveal his identity, he stopped frightened and was furious. He blew his beard and said, "Who said this house is haunted? Didn't you see the old man? I'm not a living person? You are really messing around!"

Bu Yu helped him up and said with a wry smile: "Old man, you are late at night and you are running to wipe things in this uninhabited house. Isn't it a misunderstanding?"

The misunderstandings on both sides were almost resolved. When talking about the old man's strange behavior, he told me that he was an old friend of the owner of the house and lived nearby. He turned out to be the gatekeeper of the college. Later, he got a job and came to the old house of Cheng's family to clean the house every week. This was quite good. He gave the money kindly, but the request was a bit strange. He couldn't come during the day and had to do it at night. It was really a headache. However, he used to watch the night night and there was no taboo. He continued to do it once and again.

Bu Yu was a little strange. Mr. Cheng has been dead for more than three years. Who invited him to come?

Hearing Buyu ask this, the old man in the doorman glanced at him and said gently: "His son, he has enough money anyway, and he can be transferred to the post office every month. I will do it. Life is difficult, so where can I choose so many places, right?"

Bu Yu asked him how long he had been working. The old man said impatiently for two or three years, what are you doing? If you beat me up, you will have to pay for medical expenses!

After learning that we had no intention of being a vicious person, the old man was chaotic and we did not stay any longer. We left the old house of Cheng family. Looking at the closed back door, I said to Bu Yu: "This old man is a bit weird. If you keep staring at him, there should be clues."

Bu Yu responded. Although the old man's appearance explained why the house was haunted, I felt that there were still many things hidden under his simple surface, but what exactly was it? We still had to continue investigating. As he was talking, Lin Hao called and said that he had already obtained the portrait. He asked me if I was in the old house of Cheng's family. He was about to arrive. I asked him to come directly to the back door. Not long after, Lin Hao rushed over with his waist, handed me a portrait, and said with a bitter face: "Boss, the little nurse is so enthusiastic. She even ate me before leaving. Do you think this is considered an industrial injury?"

I kicked this guy who was cheap and was pretty, and took the portrait over and took it, and I was stunned.

I saw that the people painted on this paper were, except for being dozens of years younger, and they were 70% similar to Professor Cheng Yang, the big master of archaeology. What was going on?
Chapter completed!