Chapter 3986

This house is out of tune with the decoration style of the whole apartment and has a great sense of the times.

The old furniture painted with red paint is mottled and messy where the paint has fallen off, and the worn edges are worn out. It makes people feel depressed after watching for a long time.

"What did she tell you?"

"She said your granddaughter was killed by Zhao Sheng."

"She's lying!" Grandpa suddenly knocked hard on the ground and his voice trembled. "Don't believe her."

"What about you? How do I know if you're lying?" dyed white smiled at the corners of her lips.

Grandpa was silent for a long time, stooped, took out the key and went to the hut.

When dye Bai watched the old man come out again, she held a portrait in her thin hand.

Invite her to see the portrait?

Not very good.

"Do you know who she is?" Grandpa looked down at the black-and-white girl on the portrait gently.

"Zheng Qian?"

"She is my granddaughter."

"Oh."

The old man sighed, "Xiaoqian is a very introverted girl. When she was a child, her parents divorced and she separated from her sister. Later, her father had an accident, leaving me and Xiaoqian dependent on each other in Ping an apartment."

"That time was not bitter. It would be good if it had been like that all the time."

Dye Bai sits on the sofa and looks at the girl in the portrait.

That face looks like her.

"You feel like it, too. I was surprised when I first saw you. I almost thought Xiaoxi came back to me."

"Am I her sister?"

The old man stared at ranbai for a long time and said in a deep voice, "you're not. I told you to stay away from these things in order to live a long time."

"Do you think I can go now?" ran Bai smiles.

"Why did you come?" his tone was cold.

Ranbai said rent collection, and his answer was quite careless.

"You are all outsiders. It has nothing to do with ping an apartment..." the old man stared at the girl on the portrait. "Xiaoqian's disappearance... I'm very sad. Zhao Sheng is a good child. He is really good to Xiaoqian, Xu Nuan... Just don't believe what anyone says."

"What you see and hear here is not necessarily true." the old man stretched out his hand and pointed to his head, "don't be deceived."

Ranbai looked at the old man's movements and said, "I have a brain. Don't worry."

“……”

Obviously, it is a very serious and depressing atmosphere, but ranbai's opening ruined a 7788. The old popularity doesn't know what to say.

"However, is it true that Xu Nuan said you were dead?" if you don't die, you won't die. Dye Bai jumped repeatedly on the edge of the rampage of apartment residents.

The old man was stiff for a long time and slowly twisted his head. The vicissitudes of his seventies were all turned into wrinkles and written on his face. He stared at dye white silently. There were many white eyes in his eyes. The vicissitudes were strange and strange.

hoarseness.

"What do you think?"

"I think..." ran Bai pondered for two seconds and thought about lifting his lips. "You are a good man."

Suddenly a good man card came, which blinded the old man. His face was very strange. Finally, he urged ran Bai to leave.

"Wait until I bring you some fruit."

"No!"

Stranger: have you heard from two strangers?

In the mobile phone, Mo Lin suddenly sent a message to ran Bai. Ran Bai glanced at it and typed with one hand: HMM.

Stranger: How did you choose?

Ranbai: I influenced them with love.

Gu Lanxi also sent a message to dye Baifa. The time was 12 o'clock last night.

Gu Lanxi: little sister, how did you reply to those two people? I'll learn from them.

Ran Baihui: it's useless. You can't master the essence.

Just on the fourth floor, ran Bai knocked on the door of Mo Lin.

The door was opened, and the slender figure leaned against the door, wearing white and soft home clothes. It looked very warm and human like, "Yo, rare guests."

"Have you been stolen?" ran Bai didn't go in, stood in front of the door and looked at the chat record for Mo Lin.

"It seems so." Mo Lin narrowed his eyes and raised his thin lips: "I didn't expect that your love for me has been so deep that you can tell whether it's me or not."

"It's not love, it's IQ." ran Bai's fingers knocked on his forehead. "Obviously, you didn't."

They probably felt uncomfortable when they didn't stand up for a day. Melin youyou sighed, "the knock on the door of the whole apartment was ringing last night. What did you do?"

"Funny." ranbai said casually.

Mo Lin sorted it out slowly: "the purpose of adding 502 and 603 is for my choice in the daytime. Do you want to go out to find a stray cat at night? It's either purely personal choice or unified, but I prefer the first one. What about yours? Overnight?"

Ran Bai looked up at the roof, "you guessed right."

"It seems to be a personal choice. How did you get back?"

Ran Bai pondered for two seconds. "Rely on words?" he asked, "you?"

“……”

I knew she was unreliable.

"I added both of them, returned some nonsense, and went out to find some stimulation at night." Mo Lin smiled. "Obviously, there is no right choice. Whether you believe one or the other, you will encounter something..."

He said in dyed white, "little surprise."

Ran Bai smiled low and said, "well... I think you've learned the essence."

"Can't you get in?" Mo Lin turned sideways.

"No."

The refusal was crisp.

"I really don't give face."

"You didn't have much face. Relax."

Each Tasker has received 502 and 603 messages, but the contents are different, but they all have a general direction.

That's two very different choices.

Practice leads to truth, and the Tasker draws a conclusion through blood lessons.

No matter what you choose, you will encounter danger. If you don't return, you will always think about the news and get retribution in the end. If you only return one, you will offend the other. If you want to step on two boats, you will provoke two at last.

#Mental haggard

Ranbai thought for a moment, slowly swayed to the fifth floor and knocked on the door of 502.

There was no response for a long time, so she kicked the door violently.

The room was empty, dusty and empty.

Ranbai kicks open the bedroom door again.

A mobile phone was quietly placed on the bed and began to tremble slightly.

Dyed white voice is gentle.

"Don't be afraid. It's not good to talk too much. I'll teach you a little lesson."

Five minutes later,

Ranbai came out of the room, took a rent and greeted other tenants on the fifth floor. The tenants scolded 502 bloody, but it's none of ranbai's business.

She was carrying a large bunch of keys. The cold sound sounded in the corridor and walked up to the sixth floor step by step.

Four tenants on the sixth floor panicked.

"It's over!"

"Here she is!"

"She's here to collect the rent!"

"Help me!"

603 mobile phone tenants hid in the room and didn't dare to come out. Finally, they were dyed white and taught a lesson. They couldn't cry, "didn't you say you believe me?!"

"Do you believe there is any inevitable connection between you and beating you?"