Chapter 2020 Knife

N laughed again.

I used to think he had very few expressions, but after spending time with him today, I found that he was actually quite expressive. However, the few times he smiled lacked warmth.

Especially this time, with some sarcasm and some murderous intent, a cold wind blew across the back of Tu Lanxun's neck.

She acted as if nothing had happened and chose to reopen the topic: "Let's go shopping."

N said nothing.

Tu Lanxun said sincerely: "I'll buy you a bed, otherwise you won't even have a place to sleep. I'll also need new curtains and blankets, and a new mop, or even just a floor scrubber..."

The light in N's broken eyes was unclear, but not refusing meant agreeing.

No, he didn't react when she mentioned buying a bed, but when she talked about mops and floor scrubbers, his brows moved.

Do you really like cleaning so much?

It can't be a hobby developed from cleaning up crime scenes frequently.

There happens to be a newly renovated family-style shopping mall nearby, which has everything from home hardware and lighting to restaurants. The people who come here to shop are either newlyweds studying interior design or college students planning to decorate their dorm rooms.

Tu Lanxun pushed a shopping cart, mixed in with a bunch of running kids, and headed straight for the mattress area, as if to shake off what he had said.

N followed behind, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were looking gloomily at Tu Lanxun's back, and he took a step forward to catch up.

The mattresses here are placed on real beds, and there is a corner of the bedroom set with soft lighting, which makes people feel sleepy.

The second floor of the convenience store was quite spacious, but Tu Lanxun's wallet was not wide open, and any high-end bed frame was very expensive, so she decided to just buy two mattresses. She would sleep on one upstairs, and clear out the warehouse downstairs to put one for N.

Since I don’t plan to spend money on replacing it later, I have to buy a mattress in one go and buy one that is comfortable enough.

Tu Lanxun picked out a medium-priced 1.5-meter mattress, sat on it to try it out, and found it to be moderately soft and firm with good rebound, which was obviously very good for the lumbar spine.

She looked up and saw N standing not far away, poking his head like a knife at the head of another bed, where an old man was sleeping, and he looked like he was preparing to perform an impromptu prank. He was obviously not interested in these things.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Tu Lanxun asked, "Do you want the same one?" But each of them had to pay for it.

N remained silent, and Tu Lanxun treated him as a mute with a stiff neck. He picked up the item number tag and was spotted by a passing salesperson. He approached and said, "Do you like this mattress? There's a sale going on right now."

She was surprised: "Is it a discount?"

The salesperson coughed. "Well, I guess so. If you buy that mattress, the one you're looking at is a free gift! It's on sale, so it's only slightly more expensive than buying two of this one. It's only so cheap because the entire series is getting a complete upgrade."

The "one" he was talking about was a 2.2-meter double mattress with a snow-white diamond-patterned poplin surface. It looked like a noble "white swan" among the other gray mattresses.

"It is the trump card of the old high-end series. It is both comfortable and high-quality. It can relieve fatigue and help you sleep. Moreover, it will not deform no matter how you toss it around!" The shopping guide enthusiastically invited Tu Lanxun to try lying on it. She bounced on it and found that her lumbar spine was indeed very comfortable!

For just a little more money, you can take away this "White Swan" mattress.

Tu Lanxun was shamefully moved.

The salesperson was very mean: "This is the last one in stock, could you take a look?"

There was an aunt with a child nearby who also had her eyes on the "White Swan" and came over to talk. Tu Lanxun made a quick decision: "I want it!"

She took two different pick-up number tags and felt a long-lost sense of shopping satisfaction.

When Tu Lanxun and N finally got to the checkout counter, their total bill was shockingly high. Only a small portion of it was for the mattress; the bulk of it was for the top-of-the-line new floor scrubber, carpet scrubber, glass cleaner, and other things...

Those were all very picky. His purchases were even more extravagant than Tu Lanxun's before he went bankrupt. He would just take the most expensive ones without blinking an eye.

This price is enough to hire an hourly worker who brings his own tools for a year.

"You're not going to ask me to pay with gold, are you?" Tu Lanxun asked through gritted teeth.

Her phone rang. It was a text message from her bank account, showing a six-digit increase in her balance. It was just enough to cover the floor scrubber and other items, as well as the two mattresses and everything else they'd bought.

N stood aside and asked Tu Lanxun with a not-so-kind look: What are you waiting for if you don't go to pay the bill?

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The home furnishing mall is like a time eater. It’s just afternoon when you go in and dark when you leave. It’s better to have dinner there.

He found a restaurant with private rooms in the area, closed the door and lit incense. Tu Lanxun told the waiter not to come in. When he turned around and saw a table full of delicious food, he felt that he needed to assert his right to reputation.

From the waiter's perspective, not only was she sitting alone in a private room, she also ordered eight dishes, two bowls of rice, and a dessert. Although the style of this restaurant is relatively refined, the scene was truly spectacular.

"Let's get some fresh air. Don't let anyone come in and smell the incense." Tu Lanxun walked to the window. N's figure was reflected in the glass. He was picking up sweet and sour pork ribs. "Hey, do you have a shadow? Why does it appear and disappear?"

N swallowed the rice grains before answering: "What does it have to do with you? Aren't you hungry? Eat."

"Hey, hey, hey." Tu Lanxun shuddered and hid his face behind the curtain again. "Look, that's Tang Weining. His home is in the next neighborhood."

It’s not surprising. Whether it’s a shopping mall or a restaurant, this area is very close to Lucheng Agricultural University. It’s very normal for Tang Weining to buy a house here.

She was about to turn around and yell at N to stop eating, but she found N already standing behind her. She almost cried out as N's gaze pierced through the night sky. "There's something wrong with this building he lives in. The aura is very strange."

In the darkness, Tang Weining was leading his nephew Xiaoguang towards the unit door. Another man who looked like him came out to greet them. Xiaoguang threw himself into the man's arms. That should be Tang Pengan.

Two handsome men with similar appearance and clothing were leading a child together, which was very eye-catching. The aunties and uncles who were gathered in the community to chat all looked over. The two men stopped to greet each other, and then disappeared into the door together with Xiaoguang.

Why did the three of them go upstairs together?

This is a high-rise residential area. Tu Lanxun suddenly remembered something and stretched his neck to look in the other direction. Sure enough, there was a tall building in the night sky two blocks away with a line of red words on the top: Lucheng Second Hospital.

"So the Second Hospital and Lu Nong are so close, it makes sense for the two brothers to buy houses in the same building. By the way, what specific problem did you mention about this building?"

Tu Lanxun's words were interrupted halfway. She saw Tang Weining coming out of the unit door again. The headlights of a car not far away came on, and he opened the door and reached in to get something. The boy Xiaoguang also ran out, but was sent back by Tang Weining with a wave of his hand.

The boy jumped and turned around. Tang Weining closed the car door and followed Xiaoguang. He was holding something in his hand on the side away from the old man and the woman. It was not clear, but people would not walk with a fist in the air.

The mobile phone camera zoomed to dozens of times, and the objects he was holding were restored to clarity amid the noise. Tu Lanxun subconsciously pressed the photo button, and the picture froze, while Tang Weining himself had followed Xiaoguang into the building.

In his hand was a small, shiny silver knife.

"Let's go." Tu Lanxun almost rushed out of the private room. The bill had been settled. She asked the waiter to help pack it up and come back to pick it up later. Then she left the restaurant like a gust of wind, identified the direction, and ran towards the next neighborhood.

She took out her cell phone to call the police. She didn't want to get involved before because Bai Chao was already dead, but now, the pervert Tang Weining was following his nephew with a knife, and Xiaoguang was completely unaware. The nephew's biological father, Tang Pengan, was even upstairs!

"Hello, this is the police center. Are you in trouble?"

Tu Lanxun was about to give the address when the boy, Xiaoguang, suddenly ran out of the corridor for the third time, holding a kite. The old lady who was chatting downstairs shouted, "Xiaoguang, there are wires everywhere. Don't fly a kite so late at night. You will be shocked. Ask your uncle and dad to take you to the park tomorrow to fly it again!"

Xiaoguang is safe and sound.

The second thought was that Tang Weining was actually the older twin brother.

Xiaoguang ran away with a smile. Was it that Tang Weining failed to do it this time, or was it that the target was not him?

Tu Lanxun quickly calmed down, let his hair down, put the mask on his chin, chose an angle with his back to the street light, stood near the community information transfer station, listened for a while, and indeed attracted attention.

The old lady just now looked at her and said, "Little girl, have you just moved in? I haven't seen you before."

She said politely, "Auntie, I don't live here. I'm just here to look at houses. I'm about to graduate from college and want to rent a house. My mom and dad insisted that I go to the community first to ask around and take a look at the environment."

He said with a helpless smile, raised his phone, "Hey, didn't they call and force me to come for a walk?"

The people gathered in a circle were all elderly women and men, with both daughters and sons. They could especially empathize with the sentiment of "a mother worries when her child is away from home". Tu Lanxun was well-behaved and clean, so they all became her temporary elders and actively participated:

"Your parents are right! Little girls who have just entered society need to find out who's around them."

"Our neighborhood is pretty good. Everyone basically knows each other. There are a lot of teachers and medical workers living nearby, so they are considered a highly educated group."

The old lady, who was in her sixties but was called Auntie, laughed and said, "I live in the building behind me. There's nothing wrong with it, except..."

She was talking about Tang Weining's house, but she got stuck mid-sentence, not knowing how to organize her words. Then, a woman next to her spoke quickly and lowered her voice, "A while ago, the hostess of one of the houses was missing! She hasn't come back yet, but I guess it's nothing serious, just a family conflict at most. Don't worry, little girl, it's not a crime."

"How do you know it's not illegal or a crime?" an old man argued with her. The aunt was about to refute him when he pointed his index finger upwards, frowning and glaring. "It's not the first time that family has lost face. Other families don't lose anything, but theirs has lost two in three years? Maybe they're violating a taboo!"

The first part of the story is about the rule of law, but then it turns directly to feng shui and superstition, but Tu Lanxun understands it. The "discard" in "discard" is a real "discard", and it is probably referring to Tang Weining's family.

And from the looks of it, there's a new missing person in his family recently, the hostess.

If Tang Weining had not remarried, according to the principle that two brothers are one family in the eyes of the elderly, only one of them could be called the mistress.

The woman with a humble look in the background of the circle of friends is Tang Pengan’s wife and the mother of the boy Xiaoguang.

Did she disappear, or was she "missing"?