"Is this taken on the road in the small county before lunch?" Mao Shan asked as he stared at the photo.

"Yeah, is there anything wrong?" Changyu asked.

"You can see the fork in the road where we turned left here," Mao Shan flipped the enlarged photo upwards, revealing a blurred road in the upper right to point it to Changyu, "Look, there are obviously road signs here."

Changyu took the camera over and looked carefully at the place where the shank pointed. Because it was a long view, it was enlarged by the shank again. The part of the photo was a bit hazy, but it could still tell the wooden sign in the shape of an arrow on the telephone pole. The sharpened end of the wooden sign pointed to the right side of the fork road.

"I remember it very clearly that there were no street signs when we got there." Changyu said strangely.

"Yeah, there is really not." Mao Shan rubbed his forehead and whispered, "Maybe it was taken away by someone."

"Construction team? It's not that coincidental. As soon as we go, the street signs are removed. Could it be..."

"I always think it's not a coincidence that we're here." Mao Shan looked at the camera in Changyu's hand, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were invisible.

After coming back to her senses, Maoshan saw the worry in the eyes of the fish, and realized that she shouldn't say this to her. After all, it was just her own guess. She quickly comforted her: "Okay, don't think too much, don't worry, with me, no matter what happens..."

"Maoshan, the TV cannot be turned on..." Yan Lifu's aggrieved voice interrupted Maoshan with a weak crying voice, and stood pitifully next to the socket of the TV.

"Go and help her see." Changyu saw the little girl's pitiful appearance and couldn't help but pat the indifferent shank.

Mao Shan walked over, "Where is the remote control?" His tone was still as cold as ever.

Looking at Yan Lifu shaking her head, she glanced at the bedside and stool again, squatted down and fiddled with the buttons under the TV.

Mao Shan and Yan Lifu studied the TV together for a long time. The old Changhong TV ignored them. Changyu lifted the quilt and looked at it. He looked under the pillow again, but there was still no trace of the remote control. He turned to the two people next to the TV and said, "I'll go down and ask the boss where the remote control is."

"I'll go." Mao Shan took the lead and opened the door and went downstairs.

There were originally two lamps in the stairs, but maybe the man turned off one in order to save electricity. Now there is only a dark energy-saving lamp left. The fragile light is shaking in the dark, making the low stairs even more depressing.

There was no light on downstairs, and I saw the rigid outlines of neatly arranged wooden tables and chairs, and the dark and deserted appearance. There was no sign of a man at the counter. I vaguely saw light coming in in the backyard. Mao Shan walked over there without thinking.

The cement on the dark gray walls was applied unevenly, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and there were still many traces left by the cement boards. At first glance, it looked like countless monsters and monsters with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks were opening their teeth and grinning to tear the people entering the corridor.

On the right side of the cherry tree, there is a small brick house, and the light comes from the small brick house. The door of the brick house is not closed, and a part of the room can be vaguely seen from the crack of the door.

There were two tables put together, and the table was filled with all kinds of debris, bowls, food, wine, tobacco leaves, etc., and a wooden bed, where a person was lying on the bed, and the man was wrapped in a thick quilt and could not see his face.

There is a small blade on the edge of the bed, and under the bed is a big red iron basin with colorful prints. It is a very common style in the countryside. The basin is obviously something that has just been used to burn, and it is still smoked inside.

The sound of TV came from the room, singing nursery rhymes and humming strange tunes. It seemed like the stormy waves, but it was long and long.

The man walked out of the part blocked by the door and entered the sight of the syrup. He picked up the blade on the edge of the bed and placed it on the table, and then stood by the table and began to fiddle with his tobacco leaves.

I saw this small brick house in the afternoon. I just thought it was an ordinary wood house and didn't look closely. Now I realize that it was a living person.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, I lowered my head and found a fluffy and fluttering thing at my feet. I squatted down quietly and picked up the thing on the ground.

It is a bunch of fine hairs wrapped around each, each of which is about an inch long, and it feels a bit dry and frizzy, like a ball of malnourished hair. However, this group of hair is light white, white and impure, and some are obviously yellow invisible. Some are also slightly bright white dots on it, just like the ice mouth on white jade. In short, it gives people a feeling of bad color and low quality.

If you look closely, some of the fine hairs are colorful on the tips, red, green, green, indigo, blue and purple, colorful but so shallow that it cannot be any more shallow.

Such fine hairs are not only a little under the feet of the safflower. Walking towards the middle of the yard, and you can still find them even further. It seems that someone has taken a lot of these fine hairs through here and fell off as he walked.

The shank followed the fine hairs and walked forward a few steps, all the way to the edge of the yard. In front of it was a fence door made of wooden boards. A few thick wooden boards were sparsely nailed across the fence. One end of the top wooden board was loose and hung swaying on the wooden stakes on the fence.

When you open the fence door, there is the river outside. A large flat stone slab was embedded in the dark soil. The large stone slab spread out and extended to the surface of the river. The last two fine hairs seen by the pine trees were on the large stone slab.

The cold and humid air wrapped everything on the shore. The pineapple stood on the large stone slab, and the river water was still flowing. When the seemingly calm river walked in, it was discovered that it was actually surging and unstoppable. Everything that could not be stigmatized seemed to be obscured by the river and swept away with the waves.

Suddenly, a violent but not biting cool breeze blew, and the unique smell of the soil and grass rose, mixed with a very light fishy smell. The hanging hair of the trousers was blown away and the fine hairs were blown away.

The wind quickly passed. The scle stared at the river water for a long time. At the edge of the large stone slab, the river surface was swirling from time to time. Under the surging undercurrent, it seemed that something was hidden, as if there was a force hidden in the dark being brewing.

She took a breath and squatted down, lying her hand on the corner of the big stone slab, her body reached the surface of the river, and looked carefully at the bottom of the river.

"what are you doing here?"

Mao Shan was shocked. Because he had just focused his attention in the river and did not pay attention to the situation behind him, he was shocked by the man's sudden voice.

But she didn't show it. She slowly stood up, met the man's eyes, and said calmly: "It's nothing," she rubbed her palms and rubbed off the moss on her hands. "There was no TV remote control found in the room."

"Oh! I'll get it for you right away." The man seemed to realize that he had dereliction of duty as the boss, so he immediately changed into a smile, turned around and went to get the remote control for Maoshan.

The lights on the first floor were turned on by a man, and the energy-saving lights that had just been turned on were still very dim.

"I have put away the remote control of the TV in the room. In the past, those guests always threw the remote control around, and even took it away secretly in their bags. Haha, I simply put away the remote control for easy management." The man's voice came from the counter in a muffled manner. He was squatting on the ground, opening the bottom door of the cabinet and rummaging on. The white sweatshirt was brought forward by his movements, revealing his strong back.

"Do you have any hairy pets here?" asked Maolin.

"Pet? No. Hi, why can't you keep any pets?" The man took out a greasy plastic bag of Huang Yaya and put it on the ground, untied the black rubber band tied to the pocket, and took out two identical remote controls from it. "It's been too long since anyone came to stay, and they all forgot the program, hahaha, I'm sorry, I forgot to give you the remote control just now."

"One is enough," Moshan took a remote control, "Thank you." He said that he had already walked to the stairs.

Yan Lifu sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed watching TV. The long fish leaned against the head of the bed for a while and watched the photos with Yan Lifu. The shank had just brushed her teeth in the bathroom and was about to wash her face, but she heard a slight sound of a slight cable. She stopped and stood in front of the mirror and listened carefully. The sound was very small, one after another, and it was difficult to catch.

Mao Shan opened the bathroom window and looked out. Below was the dark road and the paralyzed off-road vehicle on the open space in front of the inn. The sound rang again, rustling, as if it was not coming from outside.

Mao Shan poked her body back and closed the window. The moment she turned around, she stopped moving again.

It seems to be a sewer pipe?

She pressed her ear against the vertical sewer pipe in the corner of the wall, but heard nothing. The sound seemed to know that she was looking for it, so she deliberately hid.

"Are you still not sleeping?" Changyu glanced at Yan Lifu who had already fallen asleep in the quilt, raised his head back, and gently pecked the cheek of the person behind him.

Mao Shan was holding Changyu and watching TV. The kiss in her arms was not enough. She lowered her head and grabbed Changyu's lips with her mouth. After biting and sucking, she held Changyu's face in one hand and said lovingly: "You sleep first, I'm not sleepy yet."

The soft hair of the syrup fell beside the long fish's face, causing her to feel numb.

Changyu shook his head and hurried in the arms of the shank and said, "No, I'll wait for you to sleep together."

"Since you don't sleep, it's better..." Mao Shan smiled wickedly, and put one hand on Changyu's waist, preparing to continue the incident that was interrupted by Yan Lifu before.

"Rogue, alfalfa is next to you." The long fish noticed the danger in the smirk, remembered the embarrassment just now, and a faint glow burned out on his face, and he reminded him with a angrily voice.

"She is asleep, let's just whisper a little." The shank whispered in the long fish's ear, her face getting closer and closer to the person in her arms.

The long fish fell a little, and was about to avoid the tung tung that wanted to make the bad. When the back was completely pressed on the bed, I realized that I had been pressed under the tung tung. Wouldn't it be just right for the tung to fall down like this? I thought to myself, the red glow on my face had already burned to my neck.

"Want to hide?" Mao Shan's mouth was filled with a prank smile, "Do you think you can hide?" She supported one elbow on the side of Changyu's face and touched her hair with the other hand, looking at her intently, as if she wanted to lock the Jinxiu of the person under her and her, and locked her in her heart, and never let it go.

"I can't hide. Since I met you again at the Public Security Bureau that day, I was destined to never hide in this life." The long fish raised her arm and hooked the slum, and her warm breath was particularly tempting.
Chapter completed!