As soon as the two policemen left, Fang Xuan dragged Tang Xiaoman into an ambush outside the living room where Zhang Yichen's mother usually stayed.
I heard Zhang's mother scolding Zhang Yichen with a hint of anger: "How crazy were you last night?
You didn't go home and didn't know how to call me.
I spent the whole night looking for you, you know?"
"Oh, Mom, I'm such an old man, what can happen?"
Zhang Yichen's tone was still carefree.
"How could it be okay?"
Zhang Yichen's mother's voice suddenly sounded an octave higher, "Don't forget that you were the one who went to the emergency room the night before yesterday, and the two people that night also said that there was something unclean around you recently.
You, son.”
Later, she changed to a serious tone: "You'd better avoid it for the next two days."
"How can you avoid me?"
Tang Xiaoman and Fang Xuan were nestled outside the house, not daring to let out their breath, but they heard Zhang Yichen shouting in the room, "If someone wants to harm me, where can I hide?"
"Someone is trying to harm you."
Mother Zhang suddenly became nervous when she heard this.
"Son, have you heard anything about who is trying to harm you?
Tell your mother, she will never let him go."
"Hey, why am I telling you this?"
Zhang Yichen could be heard obviously getting impatient, and then he walked out of the room like a gust of wind, and bumped into Tang Xiaoman and Fang Xuan who were squatting outside. .
Tang Xiaoman smiled at him awkwardly.
After all, eavesdropping was not an aboveboard matter.
Fang Xuan stepped forward and slapped Zhang Yichen on the forehead, saying in a scolding tone: "Why are you talking to your mother?
No matter what you say, she always cares about you."
"I'm just annoyed that she always uses the excuse of caring about me to interfere in my life."
Zhang Yichen frowned and said, "If I had known this, I might as well have stayed abroad and not come back."
"What are you talking about?
You deserve a beating, right?"
Fang Xuan glanced at the living room and found that Zhang Yichen's mother was sitting alone inside crying secretly, so she couldn't help but hit Zhang Yichen's forehead again, " You are so heartless, stop talking about this and take us upstairs quickly."
After Fang Xuan's reminder, Zhang Yichen finally remembered the purpose of everyone coming to his home, and hurried back to the main hall, guiding everyone to his room.
Because it was not their first time here, Tang Xiaoman and others did not feel unfamiliar.
As soon as they stepped onto the corridor on the second floor, the oppressive feeling from that night came over again, and she couldn't help but turn to Mu Yunbai and ask for help.
"The look.
Mu Yunbai was also secretly surprised.
That night, he felt that something was haunting Zhang Yichen, which was why the atmosphere in this corridor seemed oppressive and strange.
Therefore, he didn't think much about it that night.
But now, it's only eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the gloomy atmosphere in this corridor has not dissipated, but it feels like it is getting stronger and stronger.
He looked around calmly, only to find that this corridor was unusually clean.
Except for the thick pile Persian carpet, there were almost no other decorations.
Even the walls on both sides of the corridor were empty, not like Other people still have to hang one or two decorative paintings.
The floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor was also half-open at the moment, and the breeze was constantly fluttering the milky white gauze curtains
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