"Is it the wedding photo of Grandpa Lu and his wife?" Xie Quan spoke in a whisper, his eyes not fixed on the photo, but looking to both sides of the room. The petty-thieving look of Qiao Yan made him look so upright.
Even though they are doing the same thing now.
Qiao Yan nodded and handed him the photo: "Keep it."
"Isn't it bad?" Xie Quan took the photo and hesitated.
"I've already lost something once." Qiao Yan said, "Let's just treat it as a photo."
Xie Quan had no way to refute it. Anyway, the incident with the chair today seemed to have come to nothing, so he stuffed the photo into his pocket.
Grandpa Lu died of natural causes, so there were no traces of blood or fighting or struggling in the house like in crime films. Even the signs of his "life" did not seem that obvious.
"Is this... not checked?" Just as Qiao Yan was about to leave the room, Xie Quan suddenly called her and pointed at the bed in the room.
The bed was not big, the quilt was spread very flat, and the two pillows were neatly placed. It didn't look like there was anything else. She had just looked under the bed and there was nothing. As for the bed, she really hadn't turned it over.
Thinking of this, Qiao Yan stopped.
The gray quilt was lifted up, and a smell of dust hit me in the face. The old white sheet under the quilt was exposed, and it was already pilling.
But there was indeed nothing on the bed. Qiao Yan picked up the pillow and checked it, and there was nothing hidden in the pillowcase.
"There." Xie Quan pointed, and Qiao Yan shone the flashlight over there. The place Xie Quan pointed was the backrest of the bed, where it connected to the mattress, forming a small shadow. The part near the other end of the bed seemed to have collapsed a little.
Qiao Yan frowned, but Xie Quan was smart and immediately said he would go over and take a look.
I saw him walk around to the other side of the bed, bend down and try to pick out the thing in the shadow. After a long time, he pulled out a black object.
Xie Quan took a closer look and asked, "Why is there a little bow?"
He had long arms, and he stretched out his hand and handed the bow to the palm of Qiao Yan's outstretched hand, while holding up the flashlight with his other hand to illuminate Qiao Yan.
"This bow..." Qiao Yan frowned. She felt that this little bow looked very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.
"Maybe it was an ornament or a decoration that fell off the clothes?" Xie Quan guessed, but he also felt strange: Grandpa Lu is so girly?
Judging from the style of his house, obviously not.
"Is there nothing else?" Qiao Yan asked. Xie Quan reached out and touched it again, then pulled the mattress aside a little and probed deeper. It turned out that there was something else.
"It's stuck." He pulled his hand out and used a little force to drag the mattress back a little, and the stuck object was quickly removed.
"Doll." Xie Quan had a strange expression on his face. These things that he discovered one after another did not seem like they would appear in this house. The style of the paintings was incompatible with the house, but they did exist in this house.
It was a cleanly washed teddy bear doll, a little faded, with a small bald spot on the right ear and some glue marks. Overall it looked a little old, but not damaged.
When Qiao Yan took the doll from Xie Quan, her face looked a little strange. Xie Quan noticed this and asked her, "Is there something wrong with the doll?"
"..." Qiao Yan placed the small bow on the bald spot next to the bear's ear, and it fit perfectly.
She had seen this teddy bear before, in Chen Meng's house, exactly the same one, which was why she felt that the bow looked familiar just now.
So the question now is, why does Grandpa Lu have a bear that's the same as the one in Chen Meng's home? Is it just a coincidence?
Qiao Yan’s answer is more inclined to be “no”.
"Let's go." Holding the teddy bear, Qiao Yan said to Xie Quan. The latter exclaimed and hurriedly followed her.
But as soon as she walked out of the room, Qiao Yan realized something was wrong.
There's a sound...
Xie Quan also heard it and instantly grasped the flashlight in his hand. He opened his mouth to say something to Qiao Yan who was walking in front of him, but as soon as the first word came out, Qiao Yan turned around and put an index finger in front of her lips, signaling him to be quiet.
The sound of dripping water was not pleasant, like the very natural sound of water leaking from a faucet that had been used for a long time. Under normal circumstances, no one would pay attention to this sound at all, but there was clearly no such sound in the house when they came in before.
Cold sweat slid down Xie Quan's forehead. Starting from that chair, he felt that the whole world had become mysterious. At one moment, he even wondered if he had stepped into another parallel time and space.
Both of them walked with extreme caution, trying their best not to make any noise, and walked slowly in the direction of the dripping sound.
After all, there are only a few places with faucets in the house, one is the kitchen and the other is the toilet. They are located on two different sides of the house, so it is not difficult to distinguish them.
Xie Quan turned off the flashlight. In the darkness, he saw Qiao Yan pointing in the direction of the toilet.
The toilet, a place that is absolutely taboo in horror movies, made Xie Quan suddenly nervous, but even though he was scared, he still chose to walk in front of Qiao Yan.
[Very brave.]
It would be better if my legs stopped shaking.
[Sister Qiao: No, why is he blocking me? ]
「You guys are really...thank you! I was a little nervous and scared at first.」
【Atmosphere terminator, barrage teacher. 】
【Shh! Speak softly! 】
This has already been brought in. (Quietly)
【You are no less capable (whisper version).】
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