For the next ten days or so, Zhang Moyan didn't see Xiao Xingyu again. During that time, she'd been busy, finding a new place to live and moving. It wasn't until she'd finally finished her work and had some free time to sit down and watch TV that she saw on the local news that the "Moyan" Adventure Club had transformed into the "Mountain Rescue Team" and was heading to a certain city to participate in flood relief efforts.
Although Xiao Xingyu was not seen in the news footage, Zhang Moyan was inexplicably certain that he must have gone there.
The new residence is in a community two streets behind Yunshan Home. Although Zhang Moyan is familiar with the surrounding streets, she still chooses to live in this area. She can't accept a completely unfamiliar place from the bottom of her heart.
Just after nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Moyan bought some daily necessities from the supermarket and went home. As she walked into the community with the bags in her hand, her vision suddenly became dark.
This residential complex, like Yunshan Garden, was built at the end of the last century. However, lacking the aura of a school district, it lags far behind in popularity and upkeep. The community is predominantly elderly, and few people are out and about at this hour. The towering mulberry trees haven't been pruned in who knows how long. The dim light of the streetlights and a few lights from other houses pierces through the thick branches and leaves, leaving little visible on the ground.
After just over ten days, the scorching summer heat was drawing to a close. Even wearing short-sleeved shirts, I felt a bit chilly. The path back was getting darker and darker. The grass along the way was no longer buzzing with crickets, and it felt strangely empty. Zhang Moyan's footsteps were the only sound in the air. Every step seemed to echo, and a chill ran down my spine as I walked.
Suddenly, Zhang Moyan stopped moving. In the dim light, she stood there for a while before cautiously looking back.
There is nothing behind me.
She blinked her eyes and looked around nervously. Still seeing nothing, she quickened her pace and almost ran to the building where she lived. She quickly swiped her magnetic card to pass the access control and ran in.
This feeling of being followed by a shadow has been going on for several days. Zhang Moyan climbed up to the 6th floor of the house, closed the door, and leaned against the door to breathe for a long time. When she calmed down, she found that she was covered in cold sweat.
She put the supermarket bag on the table, sat down and poured herself a glass of water to calm herself down. As she drank the water, she thought about what had just happened and concluded that she had been overthinking it.
She was imagining the dangers that her identity as a descendant of Chen Guanfu might bring. Recently, she was always suspicious that someone was following her.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
Suddenly, the answering machine on the door rang, and someone on the first floor pressed the call button for her room.
Who would look for her so late?
Zhang Moyan stood up puzzledly and picked up the phone: "Hello, who is this?"
There was a blank on the other end of the answering machine.
All the hairs on Zhang Moyan's body stood up.
"Hello? ...Who's ringing the doorbell? ...Is anyone there?"
There was a long silence in the receiver. Zhang Moyan held the phone tightly and waited for a few seconds before she reacted and quickly hung up.
However, just as she hung up, the answering machine started ringing again.
Zhang Moyan's heart instantly rose to her throat. She stared straight at the machine that made the sound, completely gripped by an invisible terror.
When the ring rang for the third time, Zhang Moyan suddenly grabbed the phone and asked, "Who is it?"
The intercom on the first floor was still dead silent.
"Speak!"
Still no sound.
But there must be someone on the first floor at this moment. She could even imagine that there was someone standing in front of the iron gate on the first floor, staring at the button of her room 601.
Zhang Moyan suddenly realized that the feeling of being watched these days was not just an exaggeration, but someone was really targeting her!
What is the purpose of this person following me? Is he after the celadon porcelain?
Thinking of this, Zhang Moyan suddenly felt angry. She threw away the phone, opened the door, and ran downstairs without even changing her shoes.
Isn't this the person she's been waiting for? !
She wanted to find out who the man behind the scenes was who had manipulated her and Xiao Xingyu's acquaintance and who had diagnosed her and Chen Guanfu five years ago! She wanted to find out what he was trying to do!
However, when she ran to the first floor, there was no one in front of the iron gate of the apartment building.
Zhang Moyan ran out of the building unwillingly, then chased him to an intersection, but still nothing. Standing under a streetlight, panting, she thought about what had happened, wondering what the purpose of the man who rang the bell was—was it to intimidate her? Or to provoke her? Or simply to let her know she was being watched?
Zhang Moyan had no answer. At this moment, a car with high beams on turned in from the distance. Zhang Moyan reflexively squinted her eyes and raised her hand to block the view. When the car got closer, she realized that it looked familiar.
"Mo Yan?" The car pulled to the side of the road, and Jin Xueyang ran over with a flat cardboard box under his arm. "Why are you standing here?"
"Xueyang, did you see anyone passing by when you drove over here?" Zhang Moyan grabbed Jin Xueyang's arm. "This road only goes in one direction. Did you see anyone?"
Jin Xueyang looked at Zhang Moyan in a daze and held one of her shoulders. "I didn't see anyone coming towards us. What happened? You were shaking so badly!"
"I feel like someone is following me..." Zhang Moyan muttered.
Jin Xueyang was startled and immediately looked around: "We can't live here anymore, it's too dangerous, Mo Yan, you have to move somewhere else!"
Zhang Moyan was brought back to her senses by Jin Xueyang's loud voice. She froze for a moment and held down Jin Xueyang's hand as he was about to pull her away. "No, no, I must have seen it wrong. Don't be nervous."
"Did you see it wrong?"
"Yeah, Shenhai has such good security, how could such a thing happen?" Zhang Moyan looked at the thing tucked under Jin Xueyang's arm and changed the subject. "Why are you here now? What is this?"
"I just got off work, and the office is packed. This is a clothes rack I bought for you online. It just arrived today. I saw if there's one where you used to live. I'll install it for you later."
Zhang Moyan was a little surprised: "...Xueyang, you are so thoughtful, thank you."
"Oh, you're so polite!" Jin Xueyang waved his hand. "By the way, you'd better not live here. Maybe there really is some old rogue here who thinks you're pretty..."
Before Jin Xueyang finished speaking, the phone in Zhang Moyan's pocket rang. Zhang Moyan greeted Jin Xueyang: "I'll take a call first."
"Oh, oh, hello... is that so?" Zhang Moyan held the phone, "... Oh, now?... Okay, I'll come over and take a look!"
Jin Xueyang waited until Zhang Moyan hung up the phone, then hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Where are you going so late?"
"I'm going to Xiayunshan Homes. The call was from the real estate agent. They just inspected the house and said there's something wrong with my gas meter reading. Also, the mailbox key I left behind doesn't open the mailbox?" Zhang Moyan scratched his head. "I don't know what's going on. I have to go check it out."
Jin Xueyang listened and nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you!"
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