The house number was nailed to the green wooden door, and Fu Nian was nailed to the dark concrete floor.
He reached out and slowly touched the handle on the green door. There was a light layer of dust on the door handle. It was obvious that no one had opened it for a while. Various small advertisements were piled on top of each other, covering the keyhole.
Strictly.
Fu Nian's expression was a little relieved. When he felt the breath behind the door, he already knew what was silently attracting him, and where the expectation came from.
In his mind, he gradually recalled the girl who once gently touched his forehead in the tunnel. The smell on the door and the smell in the room were exactly the same as hers.
"Jörmungandr?!"
Fu Nian gently wiped the dust off the door handle and hesitated whether to go in.
The other party seems to be no longer here, leaving only the breath of life left behind, and this breath is slowly dissipating over time. Fu Nian hesitates, because he does not have the key, and the only way to get in is violence.
While Fu Nian was hesitating, the sounds coming from next door gradually became clearer, the sound of cooking, laughter,
And the sound of slippers scraping the ground.
Fu Nian slowly turned around and looked at the old lady who appeared behind him.
"Are you Xiaomi's classmate?"
The old lady held a kitchen knife in one hand and looked curiously at Fu Nian who was standing in front of the door. She had an apron tied around her waist and a pair of reading glasses on her fluffy and slightly messy hair. But her rickety posture made her unable to do anything but
Seeing Fu Nian's chest.
Fu Nian curiously looked the old man up and down, and after confirming that he was an ordinary person,
Nod.
Xiaomi should be his sister Jörmungandr, Fu Nian thought.
"She hasn't been back for a while. Is she still coming back to live?" The old man seemed to be trying to straighten his bent waist and look at Fu Nian. Occasionally, the sound of crunching bones could be heard in the air.
"Has Xiaomi lived here for a long time?"
"It's been a long time. When I was a child, I saw her coming here often by herself, staying for two or three days and then leaving again. But this time she didn't come back for a long time.
By the way, are you here to help her pack her things? If she doesn't come back, can you help me ask her if the house is for sale? My grandson is getting married soon. Please help me ask if she can sell it to me. I also
It can save this old bones..."
The old lady finally straightened the stiff old bones in the back of her neck, and her eyes finally saw the face of the young man in front of her.
It was a face that was loved by fate. That moment of amazement also amazed her. She seemed to see the boy next door whom she treasured deep in her memory. That was when she was young, and he also looked like a teenager.
So radiant.
only……
Why is this light so dazzling?
Her voice became weaker and weaker, and her bright face gradually became dull, so that in the end she stared at the boy opposite her almost incredulously. The right hand holding the kitchen knife in her hand began to tremble slightly.
The sunlight in the corridor was already so dark that the faded sunlight hid Fu Nian's entire body in a semi-dark corner.
But the light did not end there. On the contrary, it reappeared in the corner of the stairs in another way.
Fu Nian's originally round black pupils suddenly popped up like a small snake, and the majestic golden color was as dazzling as the oil paint that refracted the light, rendering every corner of the corridor in a light golden color. Unparalleled pressure was mixed with it.
Mixed with a touch of arrogance.
Bang!
The kitchen knife in the old lady's hand rolled to the ground. The crisp sound made Fu Nian wake up suddenly.
He frowned slightly,
"Too careless!"
Originally, he just wanted to explore the old man's memory about the man named Xiaomi, but the arrogant Long Xing just now seemed to affect his emotions, making him instinctively regard the old man in front of him as a lowly slave. Long Wei was naturally released
.
Not bad, not bad. Fu Nian looked at the frightened old man and let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I woke up in time and did not cause any major consequences. Otherwise, if my identity was exposed in this dark forest with unknown circumstances, I would be extremely passive.
He didn't know if other people had it, but he himself had a seemingly convenient ability, which was that he could influence other people's memories through mental suppression.
There seems to be a limit to ability, but the current old man is far from meeting the requirements to limit Fu Nian.
Fu Nian found the memory of Xiao Mi in the other party's memory, but unfortunately, the old man did not have much memory of Xiao Mi in his memory.
After picking and choosing among the few, he finally found out that the girl's full name was Xia Mi. She had studied in a high school affiliated with a local university.
But then the other party seemed to have transferred to another school, and the old man didn't know anything about it more specifically.
"Xia Mi?" Fu Nian murmured.
Then he turned and walked towards the corridor outside, giving up the idea of going inside the room.
no need.
It wasn't until long after Fu Nian left that the old man recovered from his sluggishness. He picked up the kitchen knife that had fallen on the ground in a daze, looked around and turned around in confusion and walked into his room.
But what she didn't know was that her originally completely gray hair was actually showing signs of turning black.
While the dragon brings death, it also brings hope.
.
Fu Nian walked out of the community and walked towards a place with sparse population and weak lights.
Although he is quite eager to find the sister named Xia Mi, on the one hand, the existence of the other party will point out the direction for his soul, and on the other hand, it will also give him a more thorough understanding of the world.
But after losing the clue, he had no clue for a while, so he had to put it aside for now.
He now wanted to see what the little thief who knew how to pity him had stuffed for him.
After searching around, Fu Nian walked into a small alley without cameras, came to a blind corner, and took out the soft thing in his pocket under the faint orange light.
Under the weak orange light, the things in Fu Nian's hands became more dense.
A piece of withered yellow brocade exuding a sense of age lay quietly in Fu Nian's palm.
This is brocade silk.
Fu Nian looked at the yellowed thing in his hand. The softness and coolness of the silk fabric gave people a very comfortable feeling.
But this thing seems to have been specially processed, and there is a faint special smell hanging on it. There is a faint smell of rot and earth, as if it has been marinated in the soil for a long time.
Produced by Tufuzi?
Fu Nian turned it over with a strange look on his face. The thing was actually very clean, and there was no dirt or mud as Fu Nian expected.
After searching around and finding that there was no special message on it, Fu Nian opened it with confidence.
but,
The first thing that caught his eye were two huge ancient characters. However, these two ancient characters made Fu Nian's eyes look weird.
On the far right side of the brocade silk is written vertically,