The task of sleeping in the seaside villa came to an end for the time being. Ermiao and I took Lao Chen's car and drove towards the city.

Lao Chen was humming old-fashioned songs from his era while driving, and seemed to be extremely happy.

I felt strange and asked Lao Chen why he was so happy?!

Lao Chen told me with a smile that when he left the villa just now, he added Tang Jia's WeChat account, so he was in a very happy mood.

Just now I saw Lao Chen getting close to Tang Jia for a long time, and it turned out that the work was not in vain, and they actually added the beauty on WeChat.

Lao Chen touched his mustache and said: "In the past two days, when I was fishing at work, I checked online what type of men mature women like, that is, men with stubble like me, stubble.

Only in this way can you feel manly, and the beard is not just for looking at, it can also be used for many other purposes..."

wipe……

Mature ladies all like men with stubble, is this really what Lao Chen said?

I used to think that women only liked young and handsome guys like me?

Ahem...

I feel like I'm going to be trolled again, so I'd better change the topic quickly!

On the way back, everything was normal and there was nothing to say.

An hour and a half later, Lao Chen sent Ermiao and I to the gate of the community. We got off the car and Lao Chen went back to the store.

When I passed the Ermiao canteen, Ermiao stopped me, and then he took out two large cardboard boxes of instant noodles from the store, all of which were Laotan pickled cabbage flavor.

Ermiao said, I'm afraid these instant noodles can't be sold, so just give them to me.

I thought, although the sauerkraut can't be eaten now, the noodles can be eaten, so I happily accepted Er Miao's gift.

hey-hey!

These two large boxes of instant noodles are enough for me for half a month.

Then, Ermiao started to retreat and make short videos, and I returned to the rental house with instant noodles in my arms.

As soon as I entered the house, I felt that the house seemed tidier and cleaner than when I left before. I wonder if Jasmine came to visit my house again?

After entering the house, I took a shower to get rid of bad luck.

Maybe it's because there have been deposits in the card in the past few days, and the total amount is 70,000 yuan.

Now that I have money, I may be a little too lazy, so I didn’t think about making a short video right away. Instead, I turned on the computer and copied all the photos taken on my phone into the computer. I wanted to look at those photos again.

Mobile phones are convenient, but after all, mobile phone screens are too small and cannot be compared with computer monitors.

When looking at pictures, it is naturally more convenient to use a computer monitor.

Originally I just wanted to take a casual look, but unexpectedly, when I enlarged the photo on the monitor, I suddenly discovered an important detail in a photo!

My heart trembled inexplicably!!!

That picture is still one of the photos on the basement wall. It is a landscape photo. The content is of Dr. Park standing in front of a museum display case.

The person in front is not the focus, the focus is the glass showcase behind him!

To explain this clearly, I must mention some of what I have written before.

Here, I will briefly describe it and bring you some memories...

That was just after Mr. He died. I was curious about Mr. He's missing amulet, so I drew a picture and used my computer to collect clues online.

As a result, I found a photo on a travel friend's website. At that time, I saw that a travel friend traveled to Southeast Asia and visited a local folk museum in a small village on the border of Malaysia and Thailand.

In the museum display case, there is an ornament that looks very much like Mr. He's amulet.

Why bring up these old stories now?

That's because the photo posted on the ALICE website is almost exactly the same as a photo I took in the basement.

The reason why they are almost exactly the same is because the photo posted on the ALICE website only captured a scene without anyone, while the photo I reproduced shows a person standing in front of the display window of the Nanyang Folk Museum.

And that person is Dr. Park.

Who uploaded this photo to the website, whether intentionally or unintentionally, I think these are not important. What is important is that Dr. Park has also been to that museum...

You know, Dr. Park likes to travel or inspect places with rich mysterious culture, such as pyramids, Mayan ruins, and ossuary churches.

In other words, the seemingly unattractive folk museum in Nanyang seems to be a place with a rich mysterious culture.

When I think of this, my head starts to hurt again!

Because what is the causal connection between this, even if I rack my brains, I still can't figure it out to death.

Therefore, the whole head seems to be stuffed with a mess!

But the more this happens, the more eager I am to find a thread and sort out this mess...

…

Maybe my mind was too messed up and I couldn't help but think about random things, so I couldn't sleep that night.

I was lying on the bed baking pancakes, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Maybe it was late at night before I fell asleep in a daze.

However……

It seemed that I only slept for a short while before I was woken up again?

Because I heard some strange rubbing sounds coming from the windowsill outside?

It's like leaves tapping against the windowpane!!!

However, there is no tree under my window, and there are no branches extending over it. So, what is tapping on my window glass?

That rustling sound is still ringing...

I could only try to open my eyes, sit up, and look out the window...

Looking at it this way...

I saw something flash by in a trance!

I woke up immediately!

However, when I opened my eyes and continued to look outside the window...

But there’s nothing left?!

Could it be that I was suffering from sleep hysteria just now and saw it wrong?!

I got off the bed, walked slowly to the window sill, and looked out the window. It was obviously windy outside, and there was indeed some whistling wind.

The rustling sound just now doesn’t sound like the wind, does it?

However, when I lowered my head, I saw a few leaves scattered on the windowsill, dark green, thick, round leaves.

Do the leaves look familiar?

Like leaves on a holly tree...

Paralyzed!

Holly again?!

At this moment, my ears moved, and I felt a "squeak" sound coming from my back, and with the sound, a gust of cool wind came from my back...

Look back!

It turned out that the door was blown open by the wind?!

I was so sleepy that I never turned around for a moment. How could the door be blown in by the wind?!

Still walking to the door in confusion, reaching out to close the door...

Looking down...

A few leaves actually fell at the door, the same leaves of the holly tree!
Chapter completed!