This time, I was able to take a shortcut and travel safely, and nothing unusual happened.
However, after this happened, Chen Xiaolin became more and more unfortable. for it seemed to him that the kind people who did not want him to encounter any danger by hindering his progress had given up their good intentions of trying to save him.
Isn't there a word for it? Curiosity kills the cat too, and good words can't convince this damn ghost.
Chen Xiaolin took Li Duaren to Zheng Yu's villa in the suburbs. He remembers that only Zheng Yu's house had an attic. He had never seen or heard of any other real estate in Shanghai.
Now, the villa is empty, deserted, and dark inside.
``How do you get in?'' Li Duanen was surprised.
When Chen Xiaolin heard this, he didn't say much. He just reached the gate access control and stamped his right thumbprint there. Suddenly, the access control made a sound and the red dot above it flashed several times, then returned to a yellow light. Then the door to the villa opened.
Li Duojin closed his eyes and said, ``Mr. Chen and the late Zheng Yu seem to have had a very good relationship.''
“Yes, it’s very good. We’ve been together almost before.” Chen Xiaolin didn’t hide it now. He just revealed it. One of the reasons why he continues to pursue the truth behind Zheng Yu's death has also been revealed.
Li Tajin calmly said: “Does Mr. Chen like Mr. Zheng?”
Chen Xiaolin did not answer, but took Li Duanen home.
``What will happen to her child now?'' Li Tajin entered the house and looked at the elegant and modest decoration of the villa. Looking at the family portraits on the wall, he admired him but also thought about the plight of the deceased's family.
``His parents are taking him there temporarily. Let's go see him later if we have a chance.'' Chen Xiaolin said there was something special about the child who first discovered something strange in the attic. He said there must be one.
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