Time flew by so fast, they were only delayed for a while, and it was already twelve o'clock.
Manshu yawned in the car and didn't speak much.
He leaned his head on the seat and fell asleep.
Only when he reached the gate of the community did Yan Zhan push him awake.
Manshu woke up in a daze and found that her schoolbag had been left in the small foreign building.
"Third uncle, I'm afraid we have to go back."
Yan Zhan saw her yawning profusely and frowned.
"I'll go back and get it and deliver it to you at school tomorrow morning?"
It was too late at this time, and it would take more than half an hour to go back there.
"Why don't we go together? It just so happens. I see there are a lot of things in that small foreign-style building that the crew won't need, so I can put them away."
Manshu said this because she had been thinking about the things in the small foreign-style building.
After renting it out, I felt like I was in debt.
"Okay." Yan Zhan knew he couldn't defeat her, so he took the person back.
The two returned to the small foreign-style building again. The entire old city was quiet, except for the occasional cry of a wild cat.
After Manshu went in, she took her schoolbag and didn't leave in a hurry.
She subconsciously pushed open the study door.
The owner of this house used to be a professor, and there were many books in the study room.
The books were bulky and difficult to move. After the house was sold to Manshu, the family also said they wanted to get rid of the books and just hoped that Manshu could keep them well.
It is said that many of those books are unique copies collected by the old man. Now that Manshu has taken over the house, the books can be considered as gifts to the destined people.
Naturally, Manshu would not refuse such a thing as a book.
Some valuable items must be put away to prevent the crew from not knowing their importance and getting them into trouble.
Yan Zhan couldn't let Manshu sort it out by herself, so he accompanied her into the study.
The study is spacious and bright, and is the room with the best lighting on the entire second floor except the master bedroom.
The bookshelves inside are all made of mahogany, and there is also a row of antique shelves.
Judging from the dust marks on it, I think that these shelves were filled with things before.
Manshu didn't pay attention to the row of bookshelves and only turned to look at the books.
These books made Manshu feel more and more strange the more he read them.
They were all "red" books, which were must-haves for everyone in that era.
There are very few masterpieces from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. After all, that special era did not allow such books that could mislead people's minds to exist.
However, Manshu always felt that something was wrong when she remembered what the person who sold the house told the original owner.
Didn’t you say that you have collected many unique copies?
The books are all commonly used books, and there is even a Chinese dictionary. No matter how you look at it, there are no so-called unique books.
Could it be that it was stolen by someone else?
But the door to the study was locked, and there was no sign of the door lock being broken before.
When she wanted to come in just now, Yan Zhan broke the door lock.
When I came in, there was a lot of dust in the room, and there was no trace of anyone having moved it.
If it is said that someone took something away in advance, it is absolutely impossible.
Manshu flipped through a few books, but there was no special information in them.
Manshu told Yan Zhan his doubts.
Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Maybe the book is still at home, but not on the outside."
Yan Zhan doesn’t understand that era, but I hope he does.
He also said that wealthy families in that era had some means of hiding things.
If your home is smashed into something, usually the really valuable things will not be found easily.