Zhao Jiayuan looked over immediately.
Zhao Ke lowered his voice and whispered again: "Don't look at it too directly."
[Hahahahaha, this really puts my stupid son in a difficult position. He wants to watch it, but he can't watch it too directly.]
My son is so sneaky when he looks at his dog. Damn! I'm afraid he'll squint.
What happened to your arm?
"What's wrong with his arm?" Zhao Jiayuan took a sneak peek at the man's arm in the yard, looking confused and not understanding.
Zhao Ke gritted his teeth and whispered, "In the family photo hanging in Bai Zheming's house, there's a red birthmark on the father's left arm. This man has it too."
[Fuck!]
[Don't scare me, it's broad daylight, and I'm getting all goosebumps!]
Didn’t Mom and Dad die? Didn’t they burn to death?
[But Jiang Mingxi didn't die when he was three years old. This... Shit! Could this be Dad?]
[Oh my god! If this is really Dad, why doesn't he go home?]
[I still want to digress. Isn't this show "Survival Challenge"? ]
[Isn't this enough of a challenge to survival? This is a direct challenge to life and death.]
After Zhao Ke finished saying this, Zhao Jiayuan was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out. He took a step back. In extreme shock, his breathing became heavier. He fumbled in his pocket to take out his cell phone.
The comments were full of questions about why the artists didn't hand over their phones when they were on the show. Zhao Jiayuan found the photo he had taken when he ran into the house.
Enlarging the photo, one can gradually see Bai Zheming's father's left arm. There is indeed a red birthmark shaped like a triangle just below the exposed elbow.
It's exactly the same as the one on the man's arm that we just saw inside.
Same position, same shape.
And the man's face was obviously burned by fire.
Zhao Jiayuan's heart was pounding like thunder, and his hand holding the phone was shaking. He almost dropped the phone. He swallowed the empty saliva in his mouth and looked at Zhao Ke, "Call Xiaoxi over?"
This sentence has not been finished yet.
Crunch~
The wooden door next to it was pushed open, and the old lady in the yard poked her head out.
Zhao Jiayuan was so frightened that he almost jumped up. He bowed to the old lady in panic and said, "Hello, grandma."
The old lady looked at him kindly, then at Zhao Ke, "Didn't you say you were going to sweep the yard? Why aren't you coming in again? Are you scared by the scar on Dalong's face? Don't be afraid, his face is burned by fire. It looks scary, but he's an honest man and won't hurt you."
The old lady spoke gently and lovingly.
Zhao Jiayuan's heart was pounding and he couldn't react for a moment and didn't know what to say.
Zhao Ke, on the other hand, was a little calmer. He smiled at the old lady and said, "No, no, grandma, you misunderstood. Our headsets just fell off, so we came out and put them back on. Now we have to go in and sweep the yard."
Why lie?
Didn't they just ask Jiang Mingxi to come over? Why are they saying they want to go in and sweep the yard now? What are they doing?
[Why do I feel like this episode started off so strangely?]
[Me too, and I've always had this uneasy feeling in my heart, like something's about to happen.]
[Maybe it was too shocking before. After all, it was a live broadcast of the pursuit of the murderer, and it was not a script.]
The old lady smiled and opened the courtyard door completely, beckoning everyone inside. "Come in quickly. The village chief said yesterday that a production crew is coming to record a program and asked us to cooperate. I specially steamed some osmanthus cake for you. When you're done, I'll serve it to you."
As she spoke, the old lady looked outside again.
A puzzled look appeared on his face. "Why is that child missing? The one with the extremely fair skin, big eyes, and slightly curly hair?"
Zhao Jiayuan and Zhao Ke looked at each other immediately.
If it were any other time, Zhao Jiayuan would have immediately said with a smile: You're talking about Jiang Mingxi, blah blah~
But now.
The man standing in the yard might be the same person as Jiang Mingxi's father.
Zhao Jiayuan's brain was as clean as if it had been licked by a dog. It was so clean that he couldn't have any thoughts. His heart was pounding like it was about to jump out of his throat.
Just as Zhao Ke was about to speak, Teacher Zhou, who was standing in the yard, smiled and said, "Auntie, you are talking about another artist among them, right? They seem to be divided into groups. The one you are talking about is not here. I saw him just now when I was waiting for Xiaoxi in the kindergarten."
Zhao Jiayuan, whose brain had been licked by a dog, couldn't control his mouth and blurted out, "Waiting for who?"
Teacher Zhou was a little puzzled by his reaction, but still said politely with a smile, "Xiaoxi." He tilted his chin towards the man in the yard, "That's his son."
Zhao Jiayuan: ...
Zhao Ke: ...
His arms are the same as Jiang Mingxi’s father’s arms, and his son’s name is... Xiaoxi?
Zhao Jiayuan turned around and looked at Zhao Ke: Go find Xiaoxi!
However, the man in the yard looked at his mother with some confusion.
His mother has always had a bad temper and doesn't get along very well with the people in the village. She doesn't have much patience with him, and she's never very nice to his wife. She's even lukewarm towards Xiaoxi.
Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic about these program crews today?
And there is osmanthus cake, how come he doesn’t know that his mother steamed osmanthus cake?
While the man was puzzled, the old lady had already grabbed the broom from the wall and looked at Zhao Jiayuan and Zhao Ke enthusiastically, "Let me sweep with you. How can you, at such a young age, sweep the floor?"
Zhao Ke originally wanted to say that he suddenly remembered something and went out for a while. He wanted to find Jiang Mingxi quickly.
But the old lady grabbed the broom and started sweeping the floor, and Zhao Ke couldn't say anything.
He could only give Zhao Jiayuan a look: Quick and decisive battle.
Finish sweeping here quickly and go out to find Jiang Mingxi. It won’t take a moment anyway.
The two looked at each other, reached a consensus, and quickly started sweeping the floor. As they swept, Zhao Jiayuan said, "Grandma, we can just sweep, don't...Grandma!"
"mom!"
"Auntie!"
Just as Teacher Zhou was about to push the door and enter the room, the old lady suddenly lost her balance and fell backwards.
Several people in the yard were so frightened that their faces changed drastically and they rushed to help.
The old lady fell to the ground and grimaced in pain.
Zhao Jiayuan was the first to rush over and help her.
After supporting Zhao Jiayuan's arm, the old lady leaned almost half of her body on Zhao Jiayuan, "Oh, but I'm old, I didn't pay attention and lost my balance."
[Old people are afraid of falling. My mother fell last year. It was a light fall, but she broke a bone.]
【really. 】
[But how did she fall just now? Why did it feel like she was standing perfectly fine and suddenly fell backwards?]
[No! Holy shit! This old lady looks exactly like Su Hui's mom! ! !]
【???】
【who? 】
[Su Hui and I used to live in the same neighborhood. If this old lady wasn't so old and her age didn't match, I would have thought she was Su Hui's mother. She really does look like her.]
[Didn't Bai Zheming mention in the previous livestream that Su Hui's mother, Su Zhanglin, worked as a servant in his household? Damn it, my hair is standing on end. There might be something fishy going on here!]
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