The stall was exposed to 60 million

"Uncle Fat, great. This book is a good thing. I will accompany you to my hometown when I have time."

"Come on, then I'll go back to my hometown and call you."

At this time, guests came again, and they were busy greeting others.

After eating, scanning the QR code to pay, and saying hello to the fat uncle, he hurried to the old house.

Another night after this delay, Zhang Jingchun was also worried.

Seeing that a shared electric car had come here, I swept a ride over.

Hey, this is much more comfortable than a shared bicycle. A brand new electric car with very sensitive parts. It will arrive at the place within a short time after turning the switch.

Other places are busy, and this place is still deserted like a dead city.

He walked in quickly, and just walked two steps, and felt his feet soft, thinking that he had stepped on shit, he quickly jumped aside.

However, it was only then that it was not some shit, but a small snake with a broken head.

Who is so cruel?

But he couldn’t control that much anymore. He quickly picked up the trash can with a small stick and walked inside. After only two steps, he found a dead snake, about 50 cm long, and another small snake, which seemed to be A litter.

A litter?

When he first thought of a nest, Zhang Jingchun's heart twitched.

I couldn't help but remember that when I visited the old house last night, didn't the room with 8 million cash hide a nest of snakes?Is it possible...

Scared that he hurried over.

When he walked to the wooden door of the old house, he was instantly dumbfounded.

The wire was gone, and the broken lock was thrown on the ground.

The wooden door opened wide, and there were obvious traces of drag on the ground.

It's over...

Zhang Jingchun's heart twitched and rushed in. The doors of all the rooms were open. The piles of cans in the previous rooms and rooms, like plastic bottles, were gone. The main thing was the mattress standing in the pile of debris. ……Gone.

When he saw the empty room, Zhang Jingchun's mind went blank.

"what!"

Zhang Jingchun screamed madly and hit the wooden door with a kick. The wooden door was thrown down by this foot and fell inside, turning up billowing dust.

At this time he even hated Zhuang Yiran, if she hadn't had to go to see the broken company, he would have got the 8 million cash.

"Who is it?"

This abrupt voice scared Zhang Jingchun almost sitting on the ground.

Turning to see the old woman with a 90-degree waist, she gave a bitter smile.

"Grandma, you... why are you walking silently? You scared me to death."

"Hehe, I'm old and light, don't I want to see who it is? This house, why hasn't it been cleaned yet, or should I help you shovel?"

"No need, grandma, I want to ask, when and who opened the door of my house, I twisted the wire and put the lock on it. When I came over today, the door was open and everything inside was taken away. Up."

"I don't know, what else do you have in it?"

"Yes... and nothing, some cans, plastic bottles, oh, and a few pieces of old furniture in that room-room are not served now? I still want to repair it for my own use?"

"Ah, wasn’t it you last night? When I come to ten o’clock tomorrow night, I see there are lights in it, it seems that there is more than one person, I think you should find someone to clean the room together, I’ll just I went home without seeing it, why? Is it a thief?"

"No, grandma, when you watched it yesterday, how many people."

The old lady cut her white-white hair at this time, and thought for a while: "I look like a couple. It looks like someone is in her 50s? But there are young people's voices inside. , I thought it was you?"

"Great, do you remember what the couple looked like? That thing is really important to me. I have to find those things?"

"Oh, lad, don't worry, let me think about it, oh, look at this man is old, his brain is not very good, I think about it."

The old lady was leaning on a stick in her hand, bending over and thinking hard.

"Yes, yes, the man seems to have short hair, it's very short, close to the scalp, but the hair is all white. The woman, the short hair, is also pale-white, wearing a flowery palm. It's the kind of clothes worn by the elderly, wide and wide, and the kind that flutters and flutters when the wind blows."

"Oh, is it a set of 25 in the night market?"

"Yes, yes, on the top, it seems to be all flowers anyway, the wine red seems to be, yes, the wine red, the same color as the red wine."

"Then where did they go, do you know?"

The old lady shook her head at this moment: "I've walked around the alley and went back, I didn't see it clearly."

"Okay, thank you grandma, then I will look for it."

"Okay, don't worry, young man, the two seem to be collecting waste. You can find a waste station. Maybe there is a clue."

Hearing what the old lady said, Zhang Jingchun nodded, yes, this is a train of thought.

At this moment, he hurriedly looked at the tire marks on the ground, but took a picture and looked out.

You can still see some wheel marks in this alley, but you can't see anything on the road outside.

After all, there will be water spray trucks every morning on the road, as well as cleaning cars sweeping the floor. It is almost impossible to find by car tire marks.

Now I can only see where there is a waste recycling station.

After all, I had never done this business before, and I didn't know where it was, so I opened the JCDecaux map to search it.

Not to mention, I found a recycle bin called Xingwang.

He quickly rode on the shared electric car and passed.

After a while, I arrived at this prosperous waste collection station. This place is close to a river, surrounded by various iron sheets and iron nets. It is estimated that it was illegally occupied because it was desolate.

However, the environment of this place is pretty good. Standing by the river, at the gate of the waste collection station is a large banyan tree that is hundreds of years old, with luxuriant branches and a head of about ten meters.

The big branches are densely lined, hanging down neatly, forming a natural decoration, and it is very shady when it blows.

Under the tree, there is a bamboo Xiaoyao chair with an old man sitting on it, swinging there.

There is a small tea table next to it. On the table is a set of old teapots made of red sand mud.

The small pot is not big, just wrapped with one hand, and looking at the spout is quite clean, and the rest is oily, you know that this is a personal tea-sucking chaise pot.

There was a radio on the tea table, which is almost invisible now, but it still contained Shan Tianfang's "Sword of Three Heroes". When he heard the voice of Teacher Shan Tianfang, Zhang Jingchun couldn't help but stop.

That was a memory of his childhood, as if it took him to a childhood...