"Dad, I'm back."

Musisi opened the door and shouted into the room.

In the living room, a middle-aged man in his forties was sitting in a wheelchair. There was a drawing board in front of him, and he was painting without any distractions.

On the canvas is a beautiful woman with long hair.

After changing into the slippers and entering the living room, Musisi looked at the canvas, and her nose was slightly sore.

Dad is painting her mother she has never met before.

She restrained her emotions, put the ingredients in her hand in the kitchen, walked to her father with a smile, and said excitedly: "Dad, I paid my salary today, more than 2,000! Look."

As he said that, Mu Sisi showed her father the crossbody bag and was about to take out the salary in the bag.

Who knew... there was a ten-cm-sized hole on the crossbody bag that was cut by a sharp weapon.

She hurriedly checked the money in her bag.

The more than 2,000 yuan I just paid today is gone, and only a few coins left are left.

Her necklace and cell phone are gone.

Mussi was immediately anxious.

It is secondary to the money, and you can buy it if you lose your phone, but you can't lose that necklace. She usually doesn't want to take it out, so she only wears it at home for fear of losing it. She will only take it out when she is sent to a jewelry store for cleaning.

Who would have thought that after this cleaning, she had just retrieved it from the jewelry store and put it in her bag, and someone stole it.

My father was immersed in his own world and focused on painting, and did not see Musisi's abnormality.

Maybe it was because Mu Sisi didn't even know that she entered the door.

Mu Sisi didn't have time to tell her father that she immediately changed her shoes and went out.

While walking, I recalled the people and things she met on the way she came.

She went home from get off work, went to the jewelry store to pick up the necklace, walked to the vegetable market, and when she was buying vegetables, her crossbody bag was still intact. So... the place where the accident could only be the journey home from leaving the vegetable market.

Mussi ran quickly towards the vegetable market.

The place she lives in is an urban village, which belongs to an old residential area. When she comes out of the vegetable market and walks through this residential area, she arrives at her home.

The advantage of old houses is their liveliness, and the disadvantage is their large number of people.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the road, so she didn't remember any suspicious people coming close to her.

Many elderly people will sit and enjoy themselves at the gate of their own courtyard.

Mu Sisi ran anxiously, looking around with her eyes, and she glimpsed a kind and kind old man in her 60s enjoying the cool air in front of her home yard. She seemed to see a light. She walked up, bowed to the old man, and said respectfully: "Hello, grandpa."

"Hello, child, is there anything wrong?" the old man on the recliner replied cordially.

Mu Sisi said truthfully: "Grandpa, you are an old man here. You should know that the villa area on the east side is a settlement for some gangsters, right?"

"Child, why are you asking about this? You can't go there, there are no good people there." The old man kindly warned.

When Mu Sisi heard this, she said, "Grandpa, can you tell me the names of some gangsters? Especially the names of bad young people with records of theft."

"Child, why are you asking about this?" The old man has experienced a lot and cannot watch Musisi do stupid things.

Musisi told her loss of finances, and she begged: "Grandpa, please tell me your personal name. I'll go there secretly and will not take risks. I just want to see if my things are in the hands of those people. If there is one, I will call the police directly."

Unable to resist Mu Sisi's repeated prayers and persistence, the old man told Mu Sisi the name of the person he knew who was good at stealing.
Chapter completed!