Chapter 65 I, I suspect that my grandfather has been kidnapped

Author: Kitten wants to become a fairy

Chapter 65 I, I suspect that my grandfather has been kidnapped

After reading this letter.

Chen Jing squatted under the eaves in the rainy night and was in a daze for a long time.

Until it gets dark.

The rain is gradually weakening.

He then stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, and from time to time he would rub his numb legs with his hands, with no expression on his face.

"Old man..."

"You have really paved a long way for me..."

Chen Jing looked at the letter with a wry smile, feeling like he wanted to cry but couldn't.

"Aji, it's almost done." Chen Jing carefully folded the letter and said to Aji without looking back, "Let those four guys come out and walk out of the yard."

"Woo!"

"You have to keep this letter close to your body... I'll wait until I find a suitable place to hide it... I won't be afraid then... Huh?!"

Suddenly, Chen Jing's expression changed.

The letter in his hand was inexplicably shattered, as if neatly cut by countless invisible blades, and turned into thousands of pieces of paper in an instant.

Haven't waited for them to land yet.

It dispersed when the wind blew.

Chen Jing hurriedly grabbed the scraps of paper that were flying in the wind, and his panicked look made outsiders think that everything flying into the sky was just banknotes.

But when Chen Jing finally grabbed most of the paper scraps, he opened his palms and saw...the paper scraps had turned into powder, just like the white ash he had seen in the old man's study.

"You really don't leave me any thoughts at all..." Chen Jing murmured with a complicated expression.

Chen Jing knew that this was the old man's method, and he also knew that the old man was afraid that this thing would be accidentally discovered by others.

He knew that the old man was doing it for his own good...

But why does the old man distrust me so much?

Did he think I was too stupid to hide this letter?

"Woo——"

Bai Aji noticed that something was not right about Chen Jing's mood, so he immediately ran over in small steps, tilted his head and looked left and right, and occasionally nudged him twice with his head.

"Woo?"

"I'm fine..." Chen Jing shook his head and scattered the white ash in his hand, his face regaining its gentle smile as before.

"Good boy, fly up."

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Although Bai Aji didn't understand why Chen Jing gave this order, he still obeyed and started to slowly flap his wings.

It seems that the holes on its wings do not leak air, and it does not make any sound during the process of flapping its wings, and there is not even any wind caused by waving the wing membranes.

Everything was eerily quiet.

At this time, the four corpses had walked out of the yard.

According to Chen Jing's arrangement.

Baiaji controlled them and walked towards the mountains without looking back.

"You should go too, it's time to eat."

After hearing Chen Jing's words, Bai Aji looked back.

Seeing him smiling and nodding, Bai Aji followed him quietly.

It was like a lonely soul wandering in the rainy night, passing through the rain curtain with a silent and cold breath, until it began to hover over the corpses.

Maybe it's because I'm very hungry.

As he dived downwards, Baiaji neighed excitedly.

Just like the cry of a real horse, it resounded throughout Sentinel Ridge in an instant...

For a moment, the four corpses stood motionless like wooden piles, resembling food placed on a dinner plate.

Although it's not that exquisite, it's still delicious.

The first dish Bai Aji chose was Qinshan.

That's right.

It hated this low-level creature who had been rude to its master.

While diving downward.

Bai Aji almost turned into a state of nothingness. Even Chen Jing didn't have time to see its movements clearly. It had already hugged Qin Shan tightly in its arms and flew high into the sky, starting to eat like a snake.

No biting.

No chewing.

It was a kind of hatred that was engraved in the bones.

"Finally I can take a break..."

Chen Jing knew that Bai Aji could handle the rest of the matter, so after collecting the envelope left by the old man, he put on his bag and walked into the old house.

After a while.

He walked out again.

However, this time he did not have an empty hand. Instead, he held a broom made of sorghum seedlings. He waved the broom while shining it with his mobile phone, and carefully dealt with all the footprints left by Baiaji outside the house.

When he finished all this.

Baiaji has also eaten up the four portions of its own delicacies.

Because it had not yet received Chen Jing's order, it did not dare to land at this time and could only hover in mid-air at a low speed, making aggrieved whines from time to time.

"Don't come down, I'm busy..."

Chen Jing shook the water droplets off the broom and put it outside the coal shed without any intention of taking it back to the old house.

Otherwise, it would be too strange to have a wet broom in a clean room.

At this moment, Chen Jing was like a parent cleaning the house, while Bai Aji became the frightened child who hid on the sofa and did not dare to put his feet on the ground.

It wasn't until Chen Jing took the relic whistle out of his bag and held it up high to indicate that it could go home that the poor Bai Aji dared to come down.

During the descent, Baiaji's body underwent severe deformation.

The closer it is to Chen Jing, the smaller its body becomes.

Until it turns into a long, thin and curved black line and penetrates into the whistle...

"Be honest, if I don't let you come out, then don't come out."

"Woo——"

Chen Jing ignored Bai Aji's voice humming in the whistle.

He used the light of his mobile phone to inspect the yard one last time to make sure there was nothing he missed, and then he returned to the second floor of the old house unhurriedly.

The bedroom on the second floor is where Chen Jing lived when he was a child.

Before entering the house, Chen Jing turned on the light and took a look.

Just as he imagined, the bedroom was in a mess.

"These dogs are so unreasonable... They just broke in and made a mess..."

Chen Jing picked up the photo frame that had fallen on the floor, wiped it with his sleeves and put it back on the desk.

The photos in the photo frames have aged and appear a bit blurry due to the erosion of time.

After all, the place where I took the photos was a photo studio in the countryside. The resolution captured by the film camera there is probably not even comparable to today's low-end mobile phones.

In the photo.

It's Chen Jing, who has just turned one year old.

White, tender and pink.

The big eyes are round and bright, as cute as a porcelain doll.

The old lady just held Chen Jing and sat on the imperial chair, her smile as kind as ever.

In order to look better when taking pictures with her grandson, she even wore a new cotton-padded jacket that she would only wear during the Chinese New Year. Her hair was also tied up with horn hairpins.

Chen Boxu was standing behind the old lady, expressionless like a human-shaped wooden stake. But now that Chen Jing looked carefully, he could see Chen Boxu's obsessive sluggishness.
To be continued...