Just as Xia Meng was about to continue speaking, the fat man trembled and took out a piece of cloth from his arms.

Xia Meng stared at him suspiciously.

She looked at the cloth embroidered with rough stitches very familiar, and after a while, she realized that the cloth was placed next to the pillow on the bed.

There is one piece on each bed.

Probably because the wooden pillow is too hard, people who are not used to it can sleep on a cushion.

But at this moment, the fat man opened the cloth layer by layer, obviously there was something inside.

Chen Qiang, An Xuan, Xia Meng, all three of them stared at this place, especially the latter, who seemed to want to rush up and help him open it.

Gradually, a round pearl appeared in his hand.

He was holding the pearl in both hands, as if he was caring for a piece of art. The pearl exudes a round luster. The only drawback is that there are some cracks on one side.

It's like it was inlaid on a certain piece of jewelry before, and then it was broken off again and again.

"This is......"

"She gave it to me." Without hearing Jiang Cheng's stop, the fat man looked at the maid in the painting and slowly said, "When I moved her body, it fell off."

This is not a very fluent sentence, but at this moment, the fat man said it inexplicably and convincingly.

After all... the picture that appears on the painting is not deceiving.

Between this fat man and that maid, there must be some kind of connection that they still don't know.

Very close contact.

Xia Meng stared at the pearl in Fatty's hand, but had no intention of touching it. The mission was about to end, and she had to be cautious.

She was worried that after touching the pearl, the fat man in the painting...maybe she would become her.

"It seems to have fallen from some jewelry." An Xuan raised his head, looked at the fat man and said, "It should be a reminder that the maid left you."

An Xuan deliberately didn't use the term "little beggar" to describe the girl, because he was worried that it would irritate the fat man.

But what he didn't know was that the latter didn't care.

In his eyes, the one who helped him, trusted him, and took the initiative to take care of him asking for steamed buns... is the little beggar.

After thinking about it for a while, An Xuan suddenly said, "Go." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door. The remaining few people were obviously taken aback.

"Where are you going?" Chen Qiang asked subconsciously.

"attic."

Jiang Cheng was the second one to act, he said as he passed by Chen Qiang.

There are many women's jewelry in Young Master Huang's attic, and the owner of these jewelry is obviously a mystery.

The little beggar was caught and beaten to death after he went to the attic of Young Master Huang. Her body was just moved to the back yard.

When they want to come to Zhou Guanjia to do this, in addition to their intention to irritate them, they also want to divert their attention from the attic.

After all... there are too many secrets hidden there.

An Xuan also uncovered the real ancient book in the attic.

And the only time a ghost appeared during the day was on the bed in the attic, Shi Liao Zhi paid the price of his life for his stupid behavior.

Thinking of this, everyone no longer hesitated, and a group of people took advantage of the night and came to the vicinity of Young Master Huang's attic.

It's quiet here, but such quiet, but quiet people are flustered.

"Don't go the door." Xia Meng squatted near the wall and whispered, "Follow me. I know a broken wall can be turned in."

Everyone followed her tacitly, Xia Meng was at the forefront, and An Xuan was at the end.

Jiang Cheng followed the fat man, silent all the way.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, a few people walked in along the broken wall, and the sound of landing was almost negligible. An Xuan lowered his body and looked around with vigilant eyes.

The importance to them tonight is self-evident, either life or death.

But the same is true for Housekeeper Zhou. Since they also know the importance of the attic, then here... why is there no one to guard it.

He would not think it was negligence.

People who can spend a few years or even longer layouts will not make such low-level mistakes.

The only explanation is that there is a conspiracy.

The things in the attic...have been taken away?

Suddenly, he felt that someone touched him and turned his head. There were sharp eyes under the moonlight, "Don't be distracted." Xia Meng said in a low voice.

Under Jiang Cheng's leadership, several people came to the window where he and An Xuan Master Liao Zhi had stepped in before.

Everyone didn't know anything about the neighborhood, so they planned to leave a few people outside to look for clues.

The fat man must go in, he subconsciously looked at the doctor, who nodded.

"Be careful." Chen Qiang said softly.

The fat man opened the window carefully and looked in through the gap. The light was dim, but he could still see clearly.

Jiang Cheng gently came to the next window again, opened a gap, looked in for a while, and then flipped in.

On the first floor, there are still costumes that can be seen everywhere, only a little light shines in from the gap, and the surrounding shadows are generous, and the wind will move the costumes from time to time, as if someone is standing there.

Jiang Cheng's body suddenly paused, and the fat man was near the doctor. He immediately squatted down. He didn't dare to speak, just questioning with his eyes.

After a while, Jiang Cheng retracted his gaze, shook his head at the fat man, indicating that it was all right, and then picked his chin to face the stairs.

After swallowing, the fat man tiptoed and walked to the stairs.

When the fat man stopped paying attention to himself, Jiang Cheng's expression became difficult to look at. He turned his head and stared at the hanger in the middle of the first floor, with something flowing under his eyes.

The scarlet costume that was hanging there before... is gone.

He didn't dare to tell the fat man.

This is definitely not a good thing for him.

The wooden stairs are very old, and the handrails have been decayed in many places. Stepping on them makes an uncontrollable crunch.

In the silence of the night, this sound is like a reminder of life.

The second floor is here.

This place is very unfamiliar to Fatty. He has never been here before, but what Ling Jiangcheng did not expect is that not only is he not unfamiliar, but he also seems to have a strange sense of familiarity with this place.

He pointed to a very large screen on the opposite side, motioned to the doctor with his eyes, Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, behind the screen...there was a human skin drum.

Shi Liao Zhi died there~lightnovelpub.net~ I looked at the surroundings a little bit, and a strange feeling was fermented in Jiangcheng's heart. It seemed that something special suddenly appeared around here.

But the strange thing is that he looked around and didn't find the origin of this strange feeling.

But in the next second, Jiang Cheng stopped moving, cold sweat oozes, and instantly wets his back, and his pupils suddenly shrunk into a gap.

"Seeing her rising from a tall building, good things often fall short. How many beautiful women have mismatched a mandarin duck and puppet. The couple's fate is in a row, and it is difficult to force it. How many good graces will end?"

"How many Luanhuang phoenixes reward Luanhuang? How many purple swallows and yellow orioles mistakenly summon Tao? When encountering each other, life and happiness are always double-cultivation. Asking the gods, it will be difficult to be afraid of no distinction."

"But if you have a concentric child, die in the same hole, and live in the same home, then you will be the same as the branch, and I will be happy in the same burial..."

A weird drama sounded, and the waves turned, sad and bitter.

Right in... his ear.