As soon as I told Chen Xiaoqiu about the matter, she immediately agreed. After taking her cell phone out and making a call, she decided. I also called home and told my parents that I would work overtime.

I heard that my mother was hesitant and worried, but I couldn't refuse this situation.

I didn't know what was wrong in my mind in an instant, so I blurted out and asked my mother about our situation.

"My grandparents, grandparents and the others... haven't visited the grave for many years, right?" I asked, and I could only finish it with a slight gut.

Mom was silent on the other end of the phone.

"I haven't heard you and dad mention them much..."

I remember that when I was a child, I met four elderly people, and my parents also had brothers and sisters. Perhaps when my sister and I were still young, the family had conflicts and never had any contact.

There are many brothers and sisters who are alienated after their parents' death and even refuse to interact with each other when they die.

After doing the job of demolition, you can see many cases.

However, there was no such quarrel in my memory. Maybe it was because I forgot Xiaobai and my childhood, I forgot this kind of thing together.

When I think of Xiaobai, I was stunned.

I don’t know if Xiaobai has reincarnated.

If it hasn't been reincarnated yet, maybe now...

My heartbeats pounded.

At this moment, my mother sighed, and my heartbeat that made me feel regained and stepped on a stress.

"It's not a good thing. They left sick. In the last two years, they took care of patients every day and paid for medical treatment, and they were too... quarrels or something..." Mom said vaguely, "Always quarrel. When people die, they quarrel again. Everyone stared at some things left by the old man, a gold ring and gold teeth. That's it."

I heard my mother's tone, so it was hard to continue asking.

She didn't seem to be lying perfunctorily, she really didn't want to recall or talk about it again. That kind of unspeakable tone made me, a son, stop asking questions.

Perhaps the quarrel was very fierce at that time, and everyone teared their faces and said a lot of unbearable things.

Mom asked uneasyly: "What happened to you? Did you encounter something at work?"

"Well, there is an old lady who remembers that her parents' ashes were still in the house when she moved. Now she is a little bit of a problem..." I roughly talked about Song Xian's incident, without mentioning Song Xian's damn behavior.

My mother immediately felt relieved and felt relieved.

After saying a few more words, I hung up the phone.

When I returned to the office, Shouzi and the other three also said they wanted to go and see. Shouzi looked scared and his eyes didn't blink, very deliberate.

I can't refuse them.

We had supper together and arrived at the meeting place with Aoba's people.

Wu Ling and the others actually had no idea, they just needed to see it with their own eyes. They were also dispatched. Gu Mo's expression was fine, but Nangong Yao showed obvious fatigue.

I'm not sure whether Nangong Yao's condition is because he is tired of searching for information this day, or because of his brother's mischief that he didn't figure it out.

After a little greeting, we drove away.

No one spoke in the car. The scenery on the street has changed from bustling and bustling to deserted.

There were no people in the area where the machinery factory was located. After the machinery factory was closed, it was even more impossible for people to be there.

The factory area is pitch black, but the road administration is doing well and the street lights are very bright.

I looked at Chen Xiaoqiu.

Chen Xiaoqiu stared at the factory, and as the car drove around the factory, she kept staring all the way.

The car stopped and everyone on both sides got out of the car.

Wu Ling looked directly at Chen Xiaoqiu.

"I saw something. The center there was darker in color than other places and was particularly dark." Chen Xiaoqiu pointed to the factory area.

I looked at Nangong Yao and Gu Mo.

Gu Mo's face was not good-looking, and Nangong Yao even took off his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"What's wrong?" Guo Yujie asked. She was the kind of person who couldn't see anything, and she was like that, without any fear or worry.

The thin man has shrunk his head and is afraid to look at the factory.

"Very, very bad." Nangong Yao said, "There are too many things. They are things that I have never seen before, and I don't know what they are. I can't explain clearly now. It's equivalent to suddenly seeing a foreign word, and I can't interpret it."

Gu Mo no longer has this kind of "language barrier".

"Many people. No, they are a lot of things. They have noticed us, but they seem... not interested." Gu Mo said, "Like a vegetable market, I am chatting by myself. The voices are mixed together, so I will probably hear a few words. Well... it is really similar to the vegetable market, and the aunts are communicating their family situation."

I remembered the cemetery that October took me to see, "Isn't that similar to the kind I saw?"

The souls sitting on the tombstones also have this atmosphere. They are like a group of old men and women basking in the sun, communicating gossip, talking about family matters, showing off their descendants, and blaming their descendants.

This is really very lifelike.

"You last time...oh, it's almost the same." Gu Mo thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

I was a little overwhelmed.

"What should I do now? Find someone from them to inquire about the situation?" asked the thin man.

"They are too many." Wu Ling did not agree with this approach.

If you accidentally stab a hornet's nest, or the grave of a hundred ghosts, it is indeed unbearable.

"If we can find Song Xian's parents, wouldn't it be easier to communicate?" said the fat man.

This is also very difficult.

Wu Ling looked at Chen Xiaoqiu, "Is there any other difference besides the color?"

"It's so far, I can't see clearly, so I just saw a rough one."

"Then you still need to get closer." Wu Ling pondered.

"It's been closed here for so long and no one takes care of it. It should be easy to get in." Liu Miao is an action-oriented style and has already looked at the iron railings. "Try the power grid above and you will know if there is power on."

"It's better to pry the door. The power switch must be inside. There are ghosts inside." Gu Mo said.

"The factory area here has been cut off from water and electricity," said Nangong Yao.

"If you want to turn on this, you don't need to really provide water and electricity." Gu Mo Zhen said something.

After saying this a few words, they are ready to pry the door.

Wu Ling, who didn't speak, expressed his default.

This rhythm of doing things caught the five of us off guard.

I can be sure that none of us have done anything illegal or criminal. The way to pry the door is definitely not within our thinking.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Do you really have to pry the door?" The thin man stopped.

"What about that?" Gu Mo asked back.

Liu Miao also smiled, "Don't worry. I saw it when I passed by just now, and the door was an ordinary lock."

This sounds really awkward.

"Where did you learn the technique?" the thin man complained.

"Study by yourself." Liu Miao replied.
Chapter completed!