Once an answer is found, all kinds of doubts in the memories will be overwhelming in my mind

Especially the scenes of fish scattered all over the floor, how could a normal family buy so many fish? A half-palm crucian carp, 5, 6, and a big carp-like family of three. How many meals do you have to eat after these?

What's more, because of his wife's health, he doesn't have children! Instead, he raised three dogs at home, and the couple loved each other as children.

Dog? I had cold sweat on my forehead. Where did the cats come from when I keep the dogs at home? In my memory, there was no cat at Director Mao’s home, and he always felt cold.

And I also remembered a detail. Director Mao has a good cooking skills, so he occasionally asked me to have dinner with Lao Zhou, but one of the most profound things about eating at his house is that each dish is either not enough or just finished.

The reason is that Director Mao’s wife controls economic power and gives Director Mao a very limited amount of money to buy vegetables. She said that she cannot be wasted, so how could she ask Director Mao to buy so many fish?

In addition to fish, I remember that there are a lot of things in the bag, and even milk is imported. Director Mao’s wife?

I felt creepy again in my heart, and then I grabbed my clothes and put them on my body, and was about to find the yellow cloth bag I had with me. Then I realized that it had been hanging in Lao Zhou's house, with my natal formation seal in it.

It is impossible to delay saving Lao Zhou, and I didn’t have time to clean up anything. Although I felt cold in my heart, I decided to go to visit Director Mao’s house. But I was not stupid. I knew that the final answer might be about to reveal that my power alone was limited. The moment I closed the door, I called the phone number that Lao Bei left to me when he left.

"Laobei, I think I found the cat demon and the place where I am." The elevator was down, and I was the only one in the elevator in the middle of the night. My voice echoed in the elevator, looking a little dull.

"Really?" Lao Bei's voice was obviously a little surprised. Before I could speak, he asked me: "Tell me, I probably have a direction of doubt. Can I get the right one?"

"Ha, an unexpected answer. The person I found was the director of Lao Zhou's department, a kind of cowardly old man, and the cat demon seemed to be hiding there." I leaned against the elevator wall and said with a tired voice.

After all, my life these days is like riding on a rolling train, and the ups and downs make people feel never calm.

"People from the hospital? Your answer is the same as I doubt it. Well, I'll immediately." Lao Bei's voice seemed a little excited, but at the same time it was a little depressed.

"Don't bring people on a large scale, this is not a matter in the ordinary world." I interrupted Lao Bei's words.

Lao Bei laughed in surprise and said, "Don't I know this yet, you guys have educated me."

At this time, I had already come out of the elevator. When I walked out of the corridor, I didn't expect that on a rainy night, the wind blew me and felt a little chill. I was not in the mood to say anything more. After all, Lao Bei agreed to come and answered, and he didn't doubt my answer, which made me feel much more at ease. So I casually said Director Mao's address and said, "I'll go there first, and you can hurry up and hang up the phone."

The car was running on the street to Laozhou Community. The wet water traces on the street were crushed by the wheels, making a regular sound of water. It sounded like a urging sound to me. The speed couldn't help but get faster and faster. The original ten minutes' journey was compressed by me to within ten minutes. When the car parked in the community, I realized that my back was covered with cold sweat.

At this time, the entire community was already very dark and in several tall buildings arranged in a row, there were almost no lights on. I subconsciously glanced at the location of Director Mao’s house, which was also pitch black and not as blood-red as in the world I felt.

This kind of quietness gives people the illusion that world peace is actually quite normal.

My footsteps echoed on the road in the community. I took out the phone and dialed Qin Hainian's phone number. After several times, Qin Hainian's confused voice came from the other end of the phone. It was obvious that she was asleep.

"Are you okay?" I calmed down a little when I heard her voice. The disappearance of an old Zhou was enough to drive me crazy.

"Brother Third, I'm still worried about us so late. We're very good. Grandma Wen and I are already asleep." Qin Hainian's voice was deeply tired.

I really want to say that I found the murderer, he is in Lao Zhou's community, do you want to come down? After all, she is a gangster, and it may be helpful to fight when the time comes. But I didn't say anything, just said on the phone: "That's good, then go to bed quickly, I'll just ask."

Qin Hainian was still a little worried, and couldn't help asking how things were going. I just perfunctorily said, and then it went over.

Then, to be on the safe side, I turned off my phone even in the middle of the night, and I was afraid that my familiar relatives and friends would call me, and I was worried that I would not answer it for a long time, so I might as well turn it off.

I don’t know why I still care about these details at this time, but when I think back, sometimes the warmest dependence and greatest forward action come from this? Relatives, friends, and lovers are less worried, and it is also a kind of subconscious cherishment. I don’t know others, but I am like this.

There is a kind of stubborn "selfishness", just like I didn't let Qin Hainian help me just now, and I would rather carry it myself and my relationship with Lao Bei, who is not very close, come here. Maybe this is a narrow "selfishness", because although I know awe, I will not think that I am a hero who saves the world and cannot achieve that kind of great love.

I just love everyone around me and want them to be happy and peaceful.

With these messy thoughts in my mind, I had already arrived at the building where Director Mao was and took out the key. Under the cold night, the keys emitted the cold luster of metal. Thinking about it, everything is still a coincidence. Is it destined to be just for today?

That was the "access control" key in the community unit building. At that time, Lao Zhou and I went to have a meal. Director Mao gave me and Lao Zhou and I a handful of Director Mao at that time. It should be fine, right?

Suddenly I found that life is like a dream?

I opened the access control of the unit building and approached the lobby in the building. I originally wanted to go to Lao Zhou's house and get my yellow cloth bag back, but I haven't been there until now. My biggest reliance is the set of hand techniques that I only remember three and the strange natal array seals.

The rest is not very useful for me. In a limited environment like the unit building, I can’t set up the array, and it can be said that I don’t have time to set up the array. Lao Zhou is very dangerous every minute. In my heart, Director Mao has been labeled as an equal sign that cannibalism.

So, what yellow cloth bag should I take? The natal array seal brought me this mark, and I subconsciously didn't want to use it.

Director Mao lives on the 22nd floor, and the elevator speed is not slow. He soon arrived at the floor where he should go and Director Mao lives in the room at the end of the corridor of this floor.

The corridor was a little dark, and I walked out of the elevator without hesitation. The voice-controlled lights in the elevator began to cool down one by one with my footsteps, and accompanied me to the end of the corridor, Director Mao’s home.

I stood at the door of his house. I didn't have the ability to break into the door. So how should I let him open the door? I had a lot of thoughts in my mind, but in terms of movement, I subconsciously raised my hand and knocked on the door one by one.

I didn't use much strength, and the knocking sound of the door did not seem abrupt on such nights, but it was very clear.

But what I didn't expect was that I just knocked on the door a few times and opened the door in front of me. A man in a sweatshirt and pajamas stood in front of me, without the ridiculous old-fashioned glasses, with a calm expression but an indescribable gloom and weirdness.

"Are you here? Do you want to come in?" He suddenly grinned at me, with some red marks on his teeth.

Why is this? Did you know I'm coming for a long time? I frowned slightly, then looked up at him without hesitation, met his gloomy gaze that was not as normal as a human, and the dark room behind him, and said, "Do you think I have a choice?"

"Yes, it depends on whether you want Zhou Zheng's life or your own life? Hehehehe" His laughter was like a serene mouse hidden in the darkness of the corridor, making people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Lao Zhou’s life? My life? My brow suddenly stretched out, and I looked at Director Mao and said, “Since I want me to come in, don’t you let go?”

Director Mao smiled mysteriously, as if he had expected this answer, just like a clown in a circus, he made an invitation gesture to me, looking up at me with his eyes, and there was a mysterious smile that could not be dissipated.

I sneered, since I came, I had thought about everything, what else am I afraid of? I raised my legs and walked closer to the room that was not ordinary dark. As soon as I came in, I felt like I walked into a black cloth bag, and I could not see anything, but there was a clear smell of this room coming from my nose.

It was a mixture of fishy smell, a mixture of fishy smell and bloody smell. My heart tightened suddenly, bloody smell, is it Lao Zhou?

Moreover, I was secretly guarding. Since Director Mao has become like this, his wife has no reason not to know. Could it be that his wife is a cat demon?
Chapter completed!