Chapter 312

People are always curious about the unknown.

Right now, this basement feels like this.

After looking at each other, Lawyer Liu first turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, "I'll go down and have a look first."

"What if there's any poison gas down there? I remember it was like I had to put a chicken in it. If I didn't die a day later, I could go in. " Manna gripped his arm nervously.

Next to Ruan Tang couldn't help turning his eyes, "that's a biogas digester. It's obviously just a basement. Who will put the biogas digester under the living room? It stinks."

"Really?" Gan Lu scratched her head, but her worry still didn't subside. "You should be careful. What if you suffocate?"

"But there are no chickens in this place." Lawyer Liu raised his head blankly.

Huo Tinggui didn't speak. He just went to the nearby kitchen and found a candle and handed it to Ruan Tang, "this can also be checked, right?"

The condition of flame combustion is the need for sufficient oxygen.

If the lighted candle goes down and goes out for no reason, it means that the oxygen below is not enough. We should also be careful.

But the final inspection results tell us that it is very safe below.

Through the weak light, I also roughly understood the following situation.

That's a basement. It's simple. There's a bed and a small table. There seems to be something on it. Unfortunately, the light is too dark to see clearly.

"Lawyer Liu and I go down first, and then be careful. I'll catch you below, okay?" Huo Tinggui said.

I nodded, pressed his wrist again, with worry in my eyes, "you should be careful, too."

Huo Ting returned and gave me a faint smile, which made him jump into the basement.

Lawyer Liu is the second.

Next, it's me.

Ruan Tang and Ganlu protected me above. Huo Tinggui and Lawyer Liu caught me below, steady and steady.

But when all of us entered the basement, the space became narrow.

Ruan Tang quickly found the light switch.

With a slap, the warm yellow light scattered all over the basement, like a small room under the setting sun.

Vaguely, with a warm feeling.

The details of the whole room are also presented in front of us.

The reason why we couldn't find any trace of easy to know and difficult to live just now is that he didn't live in the villa at all.

This basement is where he really lives.

A few short sleeves were piled on the bed with gray sheets, and a stack of clothes were stacked at the end of the bed. They were neat and could vaguely smell the smell of washing powder.

Many letters were written on that table.

The white pieces of paper were folded and spread all over the table.

On each one, there are five words Su Xiangyang Qinqi.

When you open it, it looks like a diary, or a primary school student's diary, recording three meals a day, whether you are happy or happy today, or how much you miss him.

After reading two or three letters, I suddenly couldn't read them.

Often the most simple words can move people the most.

When you look at these letters, you will unconsciously come up with the appearance of easy to know and difficult to write these letters on the table under the dim yellow light.

"Shall we give all these letters to Su Xiangyang?" Ruan Tang came over and asked me.

I thought about it, but I still shook my head hesitantly.

"Maybe it's easy to know but difficult to know. I don't intend to let him know at all?" I said.

Otherwise, why hide in such a basement.

The whole building belongs to him.

He just hid himself in the dark basement.

When he got out of prison, the first person he thought of was su Xiangyang, but Su Xiangyang just hid him in this remote place.

He knew he couldn't see the light, so he was even more hidden than Su Xiangyang hoped.

Until Su Xiangyang needed him to stand up, he was covered with scars in the sun.

Those wounds were bleeding from the intense ultraviolet light.

I put those letters away and put them in my bag carefully.

Then he found a shopping bag, put away the clothes that are easy to know but difficult, and planned to burn them for him.

But unexpectedly, he found something else under his pillow.

It's a peace symbol.

How can people who still want to pray for peace die in such a hurry?

I wanted to pick up the peace symbol, but my hands trembled. I tried it several times without success.

Huo Tinggui picked it up for me and stuffed it into my palm. "Burn it to him, too."

"I want to give this to the old Dean." I said.

"OK." Huo Tinggui nodded and agreed with me.

Having packed everything up, we left the basement and put everything back as it was.

When we returned to the funeral home, manna stopped us in the parking lot with a strange face.

"I seem to have seen this car somewhere." She pointed to a white BMW and said.

Ruan Tang didn't think so. "This model is all over the street. Don't be surprised. I remember sister an's former slag man husband and another one."

When it comes to Liu Cheng, Huo Tinggui and I are very calm and calm.

After all, the past has passed, and there is no need to keep it in mind.

There is no need to be angry and suspicious for people who don't want to do it.

As long as Manna is still shouting, "no, the model of the car can be the same, can the license plate number be the same, it's not a fake car!"

"Do you know this license plate?" Ruan Tang also became serious.

Manna nodded, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't remember when she saw the car.

"Maybe it's just because the license plate number is too special. You look at it more on the road, so you remember it? Come on, we have a lot of things to do. "

As soon as the voice fell, someone came towards the parking lot with a very familiar sound.

Manna subconsciously pressed our heads, "come on, get down quickly."

I was angry and helpless, "this is the peep proof glass. She can't see us."

Hearing the speech, manna withdrew her hand, "I'm too nervous for a moment. I'm sorry."

And the people outside the car have arrived.

Through the glass, we all saw the people in front of us.

I couldn't help staring at each other. I didn't know what the situation was.

It was su Jingbai who came to the underground parking lot!

The impressive white BMW mentioned by Ganlu just now is just good, that is, Su Jingbai's.

This is a funeral home.

What is Su Jingbai doing in such a place?

I guessed that I had a bad idea in my heart, but my teeth trembled and I didn't dare to say it for sure.