Maifan's grandfather Maimantun is missing.

Just under Maifan's nose.

The incident started five minutes ago, when Maimantun was busy working in the kitchen.

In order to celebrate the employment of his eldest grandson Mai Fan tomorrow, the dishes prepared by his grandfather were very rich.

When Maimantun picked up the lid and buckled four or five swallow skin wontons with thin skin and big filling into the bowl...

‘Bang!’

With a crisp sound, the wisted lid fell directly to the ground.

Mai Fan, who was placing bowls and chopsticks in the dining room, heard the sound and pushed open the kitchen door, but only saw a bowl of steaming wontons, a handful of bridles falling on the ground, and the empty kitchen without grandpa.

"Master? Mr. Mai? Mr. Mai? This is not fun! Stop making trouble?"

His grandfather is usually pretty unstoppable, but he never jokes about his own safety.

Mai Fan anxiously searched up and down the kitchen, confirming that there was no sudden black hole, and the cracks that were torn open inexplicably. After that, he immediately turned around and ran towards his grandfather's room.

It was a strange room, and for Maifan, there was mystery everywhere.

Maifan's grandfather came up with many strange things from somewhere and kept them in this room.

Some of these strange objects are like antiques from the old age, some are like high-tech products, and some are even painted with mysterious totems and carved with inexplicable symbols.

When he was a child, Mai Fan accidentally broke in, and was suddenly blinded by Linlang on the antique shelf.

But before he could appreciate it, he was pulled out by his grandfather who was in a panic.

From that day on, there was an extra padlock outside the door of this room.

The curious Maifan tried to open the very simple padlock many times...

But the lock that looked like a joke was blocking his way to explore the secrets like a wall of iron.

Now, he can try it with confidence.

Maifan, who ran like a gust of wind, was already standing at the door of the mysterious room.

He also had a toolbox used in his home at his feet.

The tools he tried for this lock were small in the past, but now he can finally get a lock breaker.

Who would have thought that Mai Fan had just pinched the lock, and the originally indestructible lock actually opened.

‘Click’

With this lock opening together, there is also the slightly mottled door.

Mai Fan hesitated a little, and he pushed forward, creaking, and the door opened.

The sun shines into the room, and what catches your eyes is the still chaotic world.

This room has more than the previous number of ancient shelves, and the collection on the shelves is more dense.

The tall and short shelves are intertwined, which looks a bit messy at first glance. If you tell me it carefully, you can easily find half-old and half-new ones.

But no matter how many rare things on these shelves are, they don’t attract Mai Fan’s eyes.

Because a table is placed alone among the layers of shelves, which is particularly conspicuous.

It was an ordinary desk with the most popular atmosphere for the older generation.

There is a round pen holder on the table, and a notebook is spread out in the center.

Mai Fan swears that when he broke in when he was a child, it did not exist.

Maybe this is the reason why his grandfather disappeared inexplicably.

With this idea, Maifan came to the table and opened the ordinary diary that could not be more ordinary.

As soon as he started, Mai Fan noticed something strange.

This is a very old diary. When you open the inner page, you only wrote a few words on the first page. The remaining pages are blank and very new.

An address is recorded on the first page.

‘No. 521, South Small Street, Zhongding Village, Xitieying’

This address is very close to Maifan's house.

But Maifan is very sure that No. 521 has never existed in the South Street of Zhongding Village.

The street was a dead end, and the family at the end of the alley was only ranked No. 8.

Maybe… Just an address is not enough.

Maifan's eyes moved to the three drawers that he brought to the desk.

He needs more.

‘Brush’

The three drawers were opened one by one, and a key was lying flat inside the draw in the center.

Brass, long handles, old style, very similar to the things from the Republic of China period.

Maifan picked up the key and placed it on the first page of the diary.

There is an invisible dent on the page, which is more accurate than the point... It can be confirmed that it is a trace caused by pressing the key.

Mai Fan searched the table carefully and confirmed that there were no extra clues. Then he put the diary and key under the creaking nest. He didn't bother to look at the rare things next to him and turned around and left his grandfather's room.

It's strange that Mai Fan had just left before his feet, and soon the padlock half-hanged in front of the door was locked again.

When this strange thing happened, Mai Fan had already reached the intersection of Zhongding Village in Xitieying.

Zhongding Village is a street with years and time.

Ancient trees on both sides of the road cover the blue bricks in the middle of the road.

In this not-too-long alley, all the only courtyards are left with unique doors and single-family houses.

Behind these small courtyards are towering tall buildings.

It seems that only this street is special and has been preserved intact.

In Maifan's impression, this is more like a place about memory retention.

The housing here is all bungalows, heating, power supply, and even the network and a series of modern facilities all have problems, which has not increased much due to the beautiful environment.

It's suitable for hide and seek.

When Mai Fan was young, in order to avoid his grandfather's pursuit, he ran to the end of this alley to try to climb over the wall.

But the result was not wonderful. Mai Fan turned halfway, his pants were hooked by the iron hook on the wall, and he hung them on the wall for a long time until someone passed by here and was relieved.

"How could there be a No. 521 here?"

Mai Fan, who was already standing at the end of the alley, was stunned when he looked at the sudden appearance of the broken house in the middle of the alley.

Not a hell, right?

"There is really a No. 521 here!!!"

Mai Fan looked at the street lights above his head. It was not so dark that it could be haunted.

He looked at the broken house that was inexplicably crooked and twisted... as if he was about to collapse when he was about to breathe, and found that a large rusty lock was also hung on the door of the rotten wood.

"Is this?" Mai Fan took a step forward and tentatively inserted the key into the keyhole...

The lock is opened.

He then used the tip of his shoe to top the door panel, and creaked... the door opened.

‘Cough cough cough…’

The dust smells very strong in the broken house, and the inside should be over for many years without cleaning.
Chapter completed!