Fang Ting'er was gone for a long time, so I asked the bar manager. He looked at me hostilely and said, "What's wrong with you when you look for Mr. Fang?"

"I am a good friend of her. Please help me contact her. I have important things to do if I need her help."

"It's so funny. She's her friend, she doesn't even have a phone number? Brother, this has been in 1996. Since she is Mr. Fang's good friend, you won't even have a phone. Do you think I'm stupid?"

I had no choice but to take out a stack of money from my body and say, "I won't ask for it in vain, tell me, this money is yours."

After seeing the money, his expression was not as decisive as before. He hesitated for a while and said, "To be honest, I don't know her mobile phone number. Mr. Fang has a mobile phone, but I don't have a mobile phone. I can't afford this luxury product now. However, I have sent her back and know where she lives. I don't know if this news is useful to you?"

"It's all the same. As long as you can tell me, the money is yours."

The man wrote the address on a piece of paper without hesitation. It was an old-fashioned community in Lucheng, located in the center of the city. I put the money in front of him, picked up the note and walked out of the hotel and folded it back. He started to make a fuss from the bed. He said sleepyly: "What are you doing, it's early in the morning."

"I want to go out to do something, and you may need to use your special skills. Can you help this?" The so-called special skills refer to the lock-picking skills of Daluo. He is a completely self-taught lock-picking expert. He has unlocked countless locks since childhood. Of course, he has no chance to get in touch with a high-tech lock with real technical content, but the various models of door locks used by ordinary residents cannot help him.

I seriously suspect that it may be because he has voyeurism that he has worked hard on this craft.

Hearing me say this, he was immediately excited. After washing up, he took out the long-sealed tool kit and said, "Let's go open the door of which house?"

"You will know when you go with me."

I took a taxi and arrived at the community where Fang Tinger lived. I found the house number where she lived. I knocked on the door first. Sure enough, she was not at home. This made me feel that bringing big radish was definitely a wise decision.

In fact, I should have waited here until she came back or went to the bar to find her in the evening, but for some reason, I had a strong desire to know Fang Ting'er. This unprepared house must have a lot of information on Fang Ting'er, and I should be able to get the information I want.

Her room door was the oldest security door, followed by a wooden door. These two locks were not worth mentioning to the big radish. After a few minutes, the two door locks were opened without any harm. I pushed the door in and saw that this was a small two-bedroom and one living room house. It was cleaned up inside. There were photos of two elderly people hanging in the middle of the main hall. It was probably the portrait of Fang Ting'er's parents.

The house maintains the unique decoration style of young people. The furniture is simple but creative, and the tones are warm and lively. There is a computer room and a bedroom. Fang Ting'er's enlarged photo hanging on the bedside of the bedroom. Big radish walked over and looked carefully and said, "It's really a beauty. Swallow, what are your intentions to enter her home? I won't help you do that kind of timid thing."

"Can you stop making such jokes during my father's first seven days?" I was a little dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, I should hit my stinky mouth." Da Luobu said, pretending to slap himself a few times.

When I closed the door, I walked around the room carefully, but didn't see anything unusual. Could it be that I was going to rummage through the cabinet? I subconsciously looked at her bedside table and was about to open it. Suddenly, a subtle sound of music came into my ears. This was a very strange piece of music, but I heard it was struck by lightning, because this was the music released by the dragon-headed and snake-body monster when the monster-headed and snake-body appeared after the mechanism of the Demon-Suppressing Hall was triggered.

I still haven't figured out how music will appear in that environment? I even suspect that the Demon-Suppressing Hall was built by modern people, but there are indeed strange ancient creatures in it. That scene is like a typical movie scene. When a horrible plot appears, the background music sets the atmosphere and increases the audience's three-dimensional feeling of enjoying the film. And after that, I searched for many short music segments, but I didn't find the same melody. I didn't expect to hear this music at Fang Ting'er's home.

I returned to the computer room and saw that the big radish opened a small square wooden box. At first I thought this wooden box was filled with paper, but it was actually a music box. After opening it, there was a wooden carving similar to a Buddha statue, which was exactly the same as one of the statues I saw in the Demon-Suppressing Hall, and there was even a round ring on my fingers.

Daluoche smiled while fiddling with her, "This music box is definitely not given by her boyfriend. The tone sounds gloomy and makes people feel goosebumps."

The shock in my heart was not something he could imagine. After looking carefully for a long time, I said, "This girl has a big problem."

"Where did you get the judgment? Is it this music box?"

"Yes, it's this music box."

After hearing this, Daluoche laughed a few times but didn't say anything. I knew he didn't believe it, and I didn't intend to convince him. At this time, I found a passage she wrote on the calendar above the computer. Because the font was too small, I looked closer and said: Luo Hainan was ill-hearted, you have to be careful.

This seems to be someone reminding her to beware of a person named Luo Hainan, but who is the person who left the message? Why did she enter her room?
Chapter completed!