Soon, I entered the community through that door, and I had a stronger feeling telling myself that this was my own world! There were familiar flower gardens, old street lamps, and a restaurant that was open until late at night all year round.

Small clinic on the floor!

Cheng Hao suddenly ran upstairs. The familiar place was here! The remaining small advertisement on the door was still the same after cleaning it. Tears instantly moistened his eyes!

Biting her lower lip, she patted the iron door gently with trembling hands. In my memory, she only had to pat it three times and my mother would open the door for me...

Once, again, and again... there was no movement, and my excitement suddenly made me feel a little uneasy. Is this true? Am I really in the original world?...

With a creaking sound, the sound of the iron door ringing came. Cheng Hao felt happy and quickly raised his head. His smile froze instantly. A voice came from behind: "Young man, who are you looking for? This family lost their house a month ago.

All sold”

Cheng Hao, who was struck by lightning for a moment, almost lost his balance, turned around and said tremblingly: "Aunt Zhang, what did you just say? Are you kidding me? I am Xiao Haozi, you don't recognize me anymore?"

Aunt Zhang rubbed her drowsy eyes, looked at Cheng Hao carefully and said, "I don't know you, young man. I've never seen you before. What nonsense are you talking about? It's so late at night, disturbing your dreams...", she said

The door slammed shut.

In disbelief, Cheng Hao looked at the door in front of him. What? His grandmother died half a month ago... That was when something happened to him!

Cheng Hao mobilized his spiritual power, suddenly opened the iron door, and kicked the second door open with one kick. The loud noise caused the people on the other side to get up one after another, and they all gathered around muttering.

come over.

Aunt Zhang also glared angrily and cursed fiercely: "Where did you come from, this little brat dared to break in the door! Quick, Lao Zhang, call the police! Arrest him!" When the people around heard this, they immediately agreed.

Cheng Hao came in and ignored those people. He turned on the light in a familiar way, and it was still a familiar warm light. His mother said that warm light is good for the eyes. If he studies under such light, his eyes will not be damaged...

Moreover, there should be a black sofa here, a clear green desk there, a dark red bookshelf there, and the wall should be covered with my certificates...

But now, there is nothing. The empty house only smells of fresh paint and the floors have been replaced...

Cheng Hao, who was a little confused, opened the door and saw a group of neighbors who were all familiar with each other. This Aunt Zhang usually likes herself. She will give her a portion of whatever delicious food she cooks at home, her grandmother joked.

She said she wanted her to be her godmother, but now she was calling herself the most fierce thief.

What's wrong with this world? Does grandma exist? Am I an illusion or real? If it's real, why do I know these people but they don't know me? If it's an illusion, why can I call each of them by name?

I know exactly what happened in my family...

The frustrated Cheng Hao was pushed to the ground by a group of angry neighbors. Some old men even pulled their belts and tied Cheng Hao tightly.

Soon, the police came. After understanding the situation, they handcuffed the tied up Cheng Hao, untied his belt and handed it back to the uncles. They also recorded the names and phone numbers of the onlookers and let them go.

.

A forty-year-old policeman with a 3mm bald head walked into the house and took a look. What could he steal in an empty house? He also said in surprise, "For a thief like you, I am the first person to steal."

See you next time!

Then he saw the iron door being violently opened, and he sighed in surprise before being handcuffed.

Soon, Cheng Hao was pulled to the police station. Since it was late at night, only the policeman on duty was left.

The two policemen were worried about the long night, so they came up with a case, and the trial started in a hurry.

Name:

Cheng Hao

address:

Room 401, fourth floor, XX community, T city

The bald policeman slammed the table. He was kidding me, to be honest! Because the address Cheng Hao mentioned was the place where he was arrested just now.

Cheng Hao raised his head, glanced at the policeman with a dull look, and then lowered his head again. The bald policeman's heart trembled, but he quickly calmed down with the ups and downs he had experienced over the years. This incident was full of evil!

Soon another police officer was asked to take Cheng Hao's fingerprints and facial photos and send them to a specialized agency for screening. Upon hearing this, Cheng Hao suddenly said: "Check the name Cheng Huifen."

Seeing that the policeman didn't know whether he should listen to Cheng Hao's words, the bald policeman glared and scolded: "It won't take much time to investigate together, go quickly!"

When the bald policeman saw someone running away, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Hao. Seeing no response, he lit one himself, exhaled a stream of smoke and said quietly: "Young man, don't do evil things anymore."

Go and touch it, there are some monsters and monsters that we ordinary people cannot afford to offend..."

Cheng Hao was silent, motionless like a wooden man.

At Xia Ling's house in City Z, Xia Ling was burying her face deeply in the quilt at this moment, but her exposed ears were red.

Xia's mother, who walked to the bed and climbed into the bed, saw her daughter like this. Needless to say, she must have a boyfriend. She couldn't help but said happily: "Isn't it true that she has a partner? She is already a girl in her twenties."

"Why are you still so shy? Tell mom how you met and what your character is like. Let mom give you some advice."

When Xia Ling heard this, she raised her head and buried Qiong's head in Xia's mother's arms. She hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to speak.

Xia's mother's face was stern, she patted her back with the hand holding her daughter and said: "What can't you tell your mother? You have been hot-tempered and strong since you were a child, and you always get into trouble with the boys in your class.

Children fight... Mom hopes that you will experience this as early as other children. Well, your mother is also curious, which man with the heart of a bear and the courage of a roe deer would dare to touch this thorny flower in our family!"

Xia Ling was so angry that she beat Xia's mother, as if your daughter was a giant insect!

After waffling for a while, I came up with a suitable excuse, saying that I met him during my summer internship, and he was an engineering college student... But what I thought of was someone in Yaoming Mountains, who had a broken arm, holding him with one arm.

The moment when he ran for his life, holding a flower in his mouth, lowered his head and forcefully kissed her!

Her face was as red as a monkey's butt, and she buried her head deeply into Xia Ma's arms. It was so embarrassing!

After listening to this, Xia's mother was surprised and said: "It doesn't sound like anything special. Can you lose my daughter's heart?"

Xia Ling was stunned, and quickly used the super invincible and unreasonable method to offset Xia's mother's suspicion. She couldn't tell her about the weird things in Zhenhun Street. Besides, who could make it up in a hurry?

A perfect reason.

Xia's mother was so troubled by her that she believed nine out of three out of three. She finally stopped Xia Ling's fussing and whispered something unknown in her daughter's ear. Xia Ling suddenly jumped out of her arms.

He broke free and said with shame and annoyance: "Is your daughter so casual in your eyes?"

As soon as Xia's mother saw this reaction, she knew something. Besides, she was very confident in Xia's father's education.

Smiling, she pulled the embarrassed Xia Ling into her arms again, saying that she should be wary of men, don't be fooled by his sugar-coated bullets, and pay more attention to a man's details: whether his fingernails are clean, his clothes

Isn’t it neat and tidy, so that food is not wasted…

Xia Ling listened with seriousness on her face. Her mother was right. Only from the unconscious details can we really see the person's specific cultivation and quality, such as family education since childhood, personal thinking ability, three views, etc. She silently compared it in her heart.

Someone found that he had indeed overlooked a lot of things, and his heart secretly mentioned that he must pay more attention!

When Xia's mother saw her daughter who was listening with rapt attention, she couldn't help pinching her nose and said: "Mom has told you most of the things. Can you show your mother what this heart thief looks like?"

When Xia Ling heard this, she immediately trotted from the bed to the luggage rack, blocking Xia Ma's sight with her body, took out the bell and took out the painting, and then trotted back to the bed.

Xia Ma grabbed it, crawled under the bed lamp, and looked at each piece carefully.

It was in Mingjing Village that I painted the painting.

Xia Ma looked at their costumes and said, "You guys are yin and yang, and you're in ancient costume!"

Xia Ling blushed and said weakly: "This is a costume sketch."

Xia Ma said happily: Young people nowadays are really good at playing! After quickly looking through a few pictures, she pointed at Cheng Hao in the painting and said: "Is it him?"

Xia Ling nodded and secretly glanced at her mother's reaction.

Fortunately, Xia Ma's face showed a smile, and she seemed quite satisfied. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then explained to Xia Ma one by one.

As the night progressed, the mother and daughter enjoyed it. After watching it over and over again with great interest, Xia's mother said: "Let him come to the house in the next two days. He has to see it with his own eyes and let your dad taste it properly."

"Jian."

Xia Ling's face turned red and she exclaimed in annoyance: Mom! She hasn't even written her horoscope yet!

Xia Ma poked her white forehead with her finger and said: "You, you really don't think your mother can see that the painting is all about him! It's better to let your father control the eyes first, so that we can rest assured

No, what's the matter, I don't have confidence in your little man!"

Xia Ling exclaimed in annoyance and quickly went to grab those paintings...

…

When it was almost dawn, the little policeman ran in and gave the result to the bald policeman who had also spent the whole night. At this time, a black shadow snatched the report away. The two of them were stunned. Cheng Hao didn't know when he got out of his chair.

He ran over and was about to speak when Cheng Hao opened his hands and pulled off the handcuffs. A gust of wind blew by and disappeared, leaving only the two stunned policemen and two pieces of paper slowly falling down.

The bald policeman who came to his senses picked it up and took a look. Cheng Huifen died of illness in xx Hospital a month ago. She had no children and was buried in... Cheng Hao: Fingerprints and facial information were not found for this person.

…

Early in the morning, a figure rushed into the hospital, startling passers-by and yelling at him.

Cheng Hao rushed to the counter, pushed away the queue, and said to the little nurse inside: "Check Cheng Huifen's treatment records for me!"
Chapter completed!