Lao Nuo watched Yun Yeyao and Xie Yunmeng leave the house and warehouse, walk up the lakeside walk to the pier, and then turn around and prepare to go back to the warehouse. He seemed to have nothing to do in the warehouse. Between his rubbed hands, small things like fish scales kept falling.

Stepping into the warehouse door frame, Lao Nuo looked at the dock again, determined the location of the actors and the detectives, and then he entered the warehouse with confidence. After a while, the voice of Kang Chen talking to him came from it.

Yun Yeyao and Xie Yunmeng both ignored one thing, that is, the male voice they considered Kang Chen during the quarrel. In fact, the voice sounded very unfamiliar. The two of them talked with Kang Chen last night. Although the environment and hearing affects at that time, just think about it carefully and you can find the flaws.

Especially Xie Yunmeng, who had contacted Kang Chen before because of the case handling, Lao Nuo's temporary appearance was not about explaining to the two, but about attracting their thinking to Kang Chen. It is difficult to see what he and Kang Chen were covering up. However, when Yun Yeyao and the others walked to the place where they could not notice the sound in the prefabricated room, the quarrel stopped immediately.

On the inside of a window on the second floor of the prefabricated house, a man looked out and disappeared.

At this moment, the two people in the warehouse were huddled in the corner blocked by goods, whispering. Although it was daytime, because there were too many things piled up, the sunlight could not transmit where they were hiding.

The wind outside the window blew into the warehouse, making a harsh whistling sound, blowing away the unpleasant fishy smell. Kang Chen asked: "Lao Nuo, you didn't say much to them, right?"

"No, don't worry. Fortunately, the actor thought he understood everything and took the initiative to discuss his opinion with me. The detective was impatient and did not ask too much. The young actor did say the same thing as you, and he might just be in a secret crush on the detective. You can make good use of this, but be careful, the young actor is not stupid, don't be able to see any flaws by him."

"I know, no," Kang Chen asked: "Let's discuss the little actors later. Have you arranged the kitchen? The detectives and actors have been there in the morning, so they won't see anything, right?"

"No, everything is placed in the warehouse behind the stove and is covered with cloth. Besides, there are fish and shrimps everywhere, and they are dirty, so they won't go in."

"That's good, I'll go over and see now, you're here to keep them from going back to the hotel too early."

"Okay, go, the two of you probably won't come from the dock in a while. I want to remind you to be careful of the sick master. She can still move. You must prevent her from getting the Bifang umbrella again. Do you understand?" Lao Nuo warned Kang Chen.

Kang Chen nodded, then hurriedly flipped out of the warehouse window, walked along the narrow gap between the railings by the lake and the warehouse walls in the direction of the hotel. Although there was some danger here, it could perfectly avoid the sight from the dock.

Lao Nuo lit a cigarette as if nothing had happened, and then leaned against the warehouse door to kill time leisurely. At this moment, he never expected that Kang Chen would turn back again with panic in no time...

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In 2011, in the fourth room on the second floor of the hotel.

Quietness sometimes cannot be exchanged for peace of mind, just like the old woman lying in bed now, she has experienced a sharp decline since she was 55 years old, and any way can stop her.

The originally rich body has become thin now. Why did everything develop like this? The old woman is very clear in her heart, but she can't resist, nor can she resist. Because this is the curse brought to her by Bi Fangshan.

Her fingers like dry matchsticks kept tapping the bed board. She hoped that someone could hear this kind of tapping and understand the secret that she could not tell, but this smart person had been waiting for 15 years but still had not appeared.

The old woman thought of the young man and woman who came to the island in her mind. The old woman couldn't help but sigh. The sigh seemed to be bonded to the phlegm in her throat, suppressed and turbid, wandering in the void and unable to dissipate for a long time.

She didn't know the year calendar. The old woman now only knows the difference between day and night. No one cares about her life and death. Since all the people in the past were buried at the bottom of the lake, she has given up all hope because she believes that there is no more smarter visitor than the young man 15 years ago.

If he could correctly understand the meaning of taking out the Bifang umbrella, the ending might be a different way. Perhaps today, the old woman is still living a comfortable and comfortable life, rather than being imprisoned here and waiting for death.

The only difference between 15 years ago and 15 years later was that the visitor changed from a man and a woman to two men. The old woman heard what they said through the open window last night. The wind was very strong on the lake, and the only thing the old woman could do now was to listen to the information conveyed to her by the wind, although this information was often very little and incomplete.

The disease tortures the miserable white body. Even though he is so painful that he wishes to die, his fingers are still knocking on the bed board constantly. The wind blowing from the window spreads the sound to the surface of the big lake and lets it fly. Maybe someone can hear it on the other side of the distance, but what's the use of this? No one who is close enough can analyze it, let alone the strange road on the other side.

Hope may be gone, but action will stop without it, because over the years, action has become a habit, and the habit will disappear unless the owner of the finger stops breathing.

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"Knock...Knock...Knock...Knock...Knock...Knock!"

As soon as Kang Chen stepped into the hotel gate, he heard the knocking sound coming from the upper floor. Every day when everyone rested before lunch, the sick man would always knock on the bed board like this. Kang Chen frowned and felt a little irritated. He could understand the pain of lying in bed for many years and unable to do anything, but repetitions every day made people bored.

Ignoring the annoying sound, Kang Chen turned around and walked towards the kitchen, but as soon as he took a step, he stopped again because the knocking sounds on the upper floor changed and the rules also changed.

"Knock...Knock...Knock...Knock!Knock...Knock...Knock...Knock!"

'Why did that person suddenly change his habits? Was something happened, or was she recovered her memory?' Kang Chen walked upstairs with confusion on his face. It was not that he wanted to make a fuss, but that Lao Nuo said that the patients in the room had not changed their habits for more than ten years. There were suddenly some changes today, which was enough to make Kang Chen worry about her and wanted to see if there was anything needed to help.

'Things in the kitchen can be slowed down.' Kang Chen thought, and soon came upstairs. When he wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, suddenly, the sound of falling things and falling to the ground came from the next room, and the angrily scolding of a man.

Kang Chen was startled and looked at the source of the sound, but only saw a closed door. Kang Chen recognized that the man living in this room was a rich man who always liked to buy Chongming umbrellas, and had a very bad temper.
Chapter completed!