Qiao Yan did not answer. She and Xie Quan retreated while thinking, if the woman was Grandpa Lu's daughter, then the child the other party was referring to should be Grandpa Lu's grandson?

It makes sense that his daughter has passed away, but Grandpa Lu probably doesn’t have any grandson, right?

After much thought, Qiao Yan felt that this line of thinking was wrong, but for a moment, she couldn't analyze it any further. The hair continued to emerge, covering the toilet and making a subtle move towards the outside. The woman's crying became more shrill, while the man's voice disappeared.

Qiao Yan quickly closed the bathroom door, but the door was not tight, and her hair still squeezed out from the gap.

"Let's go." She said, and she and Xie Quan ran to the door, turned off the flashlight and went out.

It was still so quiet outside, and not a single sound of the woman crying could be heard from inside the house. There was a half moon in the sky tonight, emitting a faint glow.

Qiao Yan walked in front and Xie Quan was at the rear. It would be better for them not to stay on the fourth floor any longer.

The two climbed up the stairs, and the broken lamp suddenly came back to life, flashing a white light, just like the flashing headlights in a photo studio. Both of them frowned and stopped for a moment.

It was during this pause that they opened their eyes again and saw a woman standing at the stairs five floors above.

Her hair was about waist-length and looked shiny in the night due to the moonlight. She was wearing a black dress with a red drawstring at the waist and an inconspicuous bow tied at the back.

She sat with her back to the stairs on the small wooden chair that Qiao Yan and Xie Quan were very familiar with, and there seemed to be something in her arms.

It's a child.

Her short black hair fell down, falling on the woman's pale forearms. The little forehead that was exposed matched the woman's skin color. On the other side, the child's feet dangled halfway down the chair legs, a pair of small brown leather shoes covering their tiny feet.

"Baby, baby, baby, lie in your mother's arms and sleep quietly..."

"Baby, baby, baby, lie in your mother's arms and sleep sweetly..."

A breeze blew, and the dark clouds slightly covered the moon. The woman's body seemed to be blown by the wind, and began to sway gently, humming a ballad.