Jiang Nanfeng's words shocked me. If Jiang Xiumei wasn't his descendant, then why would she know so much about Jiang Nanfeng's situation, and why were there his picture hanging in her house?
This thought made me nervous, and just as I was about to speak, Du Xiaolan suddenly pushed open the shop door and walked in. Passing by Jiang Nanfeng, facing me, she waved both hands at me and asked, "Mingyang, how is it? Beautiful, right?"
"Um, beautiful." I didn't have time to admire her manicure. I looked at the still bewildered Jiang Nanfeng and said to Du Xiaolan, "I have something urgent to take care of right now, you stay in the shop for a while, I'll be right back."
Du Xiaolan pouted and said, "I knew you weren't so kind as to let me do a manicure. Go ahead, but you're treating for lunch."
"No problem," I said, then gave a signal to Jiang Nanfeng, hastily walked out of the shop and got into the van.
Today there was no sun. Jiang Nanfeng, being a spiritual being, could move freely. After rushing all the way, when we arrived at the cylindrical building in the Wenjing Park, I looked up and then turned to Jiang Nanfeng to confirm, asking, "Are you sure you are not married with children?"
"No," Jiang Nanfeng nodded very seriously.
After going upstairs, I directly took him to the fourth floor. Jiang Xiumei's door was tightly locked. I didn't notice it the previous two nights, but this door was covered with small ads and thick with dust. Dusty cobwebs had appeared between the door frame and the door.
I had only left last night, just a few hours ago. It was impossible for so many cobwebs to appear in such a short time, and the dust couldn’t have accumulated so recklessly.
Despite my thoughts, to verify my speculation, I reached out and knocked on the door.
Perhaps Jiang Xiumei was sleeping in the room. After knocking on the door, there was no response from inside.
I knocked again, but still no response. This wasn't right; even someone sound asleep should have woken up to such hurried knocking.
Just as I was about to raise my hand to knock the third time, the creak of the door opening came from behind me.
I quickly turned my head and saw an old lady with white hair coming out. When her cloudy eyes looked at me, it felt as if my heart had been firmly grasped by a hand.
She was the old lady I had seen on the fifth floor last night. But why was she on the fourth floor today?
Before I could speak, the old lady gave me a puzzled look and asked, "Young man, why is it you again? Didn't we already talk about this yesterday? The woman who owned this house committed suicide two years ago."
"What?" I subconsciously looked up, then turned to the old lady and asked in a hurry, "Ma'am, which floor is this?"
"The fourth floor. Oh, you young people. Your memory is not as good as mine, this old lady," the old lady muttered to herself, then returned to her room, closing the door as she said, "Hurry and go back, I haven't seen anyone coming in and out of this room for two years."
Watching her close the door, I turned my head in bewilderment to Jiang Nanfeng, feeling increasingly uneasy.
I hadn't gone to the wrong floor yesterday, so why did I see Jiang Xiumei on the floor above after descending two floors? Could I have encountered the legendary phenomenon of 'hitting a wall'?
With a shiver, I looked nervously at the dusty door and asked Jiang Nanfeng, "Can you go in?"
"I can," Jiang Nanfeng said, already raising his hand. It seemed as if this door was only an illusion, as his hand instantly reached inside.
I swallowed hard and, feeling nervous, said, "Help me open the door."
"Creak." The sound of the door opening seemed to mockingly laugh like a demon in my ear. As the door opened, my heart was in my throat.
No one had lived in this room for two years, and the floor was covered in dust. All the furniture was covered in white cloth, giving it a somewhat eerie and terrifying feel.
It was so quiet that I could even hear the beating of my own heart. The decoration and layout of this room were completely different from Jiang Xiumei's house, but I was sure that I had entered this room last night and the night before.
The world was in chaos!
I quickly closed the door, feeling as if the world was spinning around me. I couldn't even make out what Jiang Nanfeng was saying in front of me. My thoughts were completely disrupted; this was beyond my imagination.
Jiang Xiumei was not a ghost, but why were such unimaginable things happening?
"Ah!" I shouted, holding my head, and hurriedly ran downstairs.
In the van, I lay on the steering wheel, constantly thinking about this matter, but there was no clue at all. When Jiang Nanfeng got into the car, he asked, "Are you okay?"
After a while, I lifted my head from the steering wheel and shook it as I said, "This is so strange. I clearly saw Jiang Xiumei in that room last night, and even saw a photo of you on the wall. But today, everything has changed."
Jiang Nanfeng asked, "Could it be that you went to the wrong place?"
I shook my head and said, "Impossible. I saw that old lady there yesterday, so there's no way I went to the wrong place."
Jiang Nanfeng fell silent, quietly watching the front of the housing complex, lost in thought.
Unable to figure out what was going on, I had no choice but to start the car and drive towards the store.
On the way, I bought two buckets of instant noodles. When Du Xiaolan, who was applying lipstick, saw it was lunchtime, the lipstick ended up on her ear. She jumped up and exclaimed, "Yin Mingyang, how can you give me this?"
"Just eat it." I tossed the instant noodles on the table and looked at Jiang Nanfeng. After glancing around, he finally sat down next to Du Xiaolan.
This guy really knows how to pick a place. Du Xiaolan is scatterbrained; if she gets scared, she might even destroy this store.
Du Xiaolan suddenly stood up, looked around in confusion, rubbing her arms, "Why is it so cold? Mingyang, didn't you turn on the air conditioning?"
"For heaven's sake, I just got in and the seat isn't even warm yet. When did I have time to turn on the air conditioning?" I said irritably. It was really strange too, being with Jiang Nanfeng, I didn't feel any chill; maybe it's because my Yin energy is too heavy.
"How can it be this cold?" Du Xiaolan muttered to herself, wiped off the lipstick on her face, then picked up the instant noodles and walked to the water dispenser.
I didn't call Jiang Nanfeng, as ghosts don't eat, and they wouldn't be interested in what we eat either.
After the meal, it started to rain heavily outside. By the time the rain stopped, it was also time to get off work.
After taking Du Xiaolan home, I brought Jiang Nanfeng back to my rented house. I thought that when I opened the bedroom, I would see the all-black cat on top of the wardrobe, but to my great disappointment, the window was not open, and the black cat was nowhere to be seen.