Uncle Cao, who had just passed by Ning Yitao, suddenly turned his head and stared directly at the door along the direction of her hand.
He stopped in his tracks and stood still.
Duan Yushu tightly grabbed Uncle Cao's arm, fearing that he might suddenly attack Ning Yitao again.
Duan Yushu exerted force, trying to pull Uncle Cao back, but no matter how hard he tried secretly, Uncle Cao just stood there without moving.
No one in the crowd said a word. Then Duan Qinghuai spoke up. His thin lips pursed slightly as he explained the reason:
"That house used to be Uncle Cao's residence. Just now, the person taking care of Uncle Cao suddenly ran over and said that Uncle Cao was missing. I couldn't find you, so we rushed here to look for him."
"After Uncle Cao went crazy, this room became a storage room. Maybe out of nostalgia, Uncle Cao would always sneak here. There's a lock on it and he couldn't open it, but he still didn't want to leave and just stayed at the door."
A cold wind blew, making the lock on the door rattle. A look of understanding flashed across Ning Yitao's eyes. As if lost in thought, she suddenly seemed to get interested and proposed:
"Since Uncle Cao wants to take a look at that room, let's go with him."
"Ah?" Duan Yushu exclaimed in surprise, not expecting her to say such a thing suddenly.
Duan Qinghuai was also a bit stunned. Although puzzled, he still agreed with her. He just told Ning Yitao:
"However, this storage room has been abandoned for a long time. There must be a lot of dust accumulated inside. Wait a moment. I'll go find the key for you."
Saying that, Duan Qinghuai naturally handed a handkerchief to Ning Yitao, telling her to cover her mouth and nose when opening the door later to avoid the dust.
Ning Yitao took the handkerchief from Duan Qinghuai without hesitation. She didn't find it strange to use his personal item. The two maintained a strange "friendship" relationship.
Duan Qinghuai was about to turn around to get the key.
Duan Yushu beside him sighed softly. His younger brother was completely under the spell of this little girl.
Suddenly, the aura of Zhaocai in Ning Yitao's pocket started to get restless again. It was obviously impatient and annoyed at the long delay.
Ning Yitao patted her pocket through her clothes in a soothing manner. She reached out and grabbed Duan Qinghuai who was about to leave, and asked:
"It's too troublesome. Do you mind if I just break the lock directly?"
Duan Qinghuai felt that he was already immune to Ning Yitao's strange ideas every time. He had a good tolerance for them.
He obediently replied:
"Of course. In my house, you don't need to have any concerns about what you want to do."
A smile appeared on Ning Yitao's face.
However, no one considered that this house also belonged to Duan Yushu.
While Duan Qinghuai and Ning Yitao were communicating, Duan Yushu behind them was full of doubts.
He didn't understand why Ning Yitao was so eager to go to that storage room, nor why Duan Qinghuai so casually agreed to let a thin girl break the lock with her bare hands.
Of course, what he didn't understand the most was that his stupid younger brother seemed to be a love - struck fool.
Duan Yushu started to worry about Duan Qinghuai's future life again in his mind.
When Ning Yitao put her hand on the door, Duan Yushu watched her hand movements intently. He was really curious about how Ning Yitao was going to open this door.
Suddenly, Duan Yushu let out a scream. Uncle Cao broke free from his restraint and rushed towards the door.
Before anyone could react, Uncle Cao had already stood beside Ning Yitao. He looked even more eager than Ning Yitao to open this door.
The scene looked a bit strange. Uncle Cao stood extremely straight in front of the door. His originally hunched back was straightened.
In his spare time, he even tugged at his clothes, making the wrinkled clothes a bit more tidy.
He also ran his hand through his hair. His originally bluish - hued face now showed a smile, which dispelled some of the desolate look on his face.
He looked at his clothes up and down, tidying them.
Uncle Cao looked exactly like someone nervously about to meet their beloved.
Reacting quickly, Duan Qinghuai silently squeezed between them, separating them. He nodded at Ning Yitao, indicating that she could open the door.
The moment he nodded, Ning Yitao broke the lock easily. In the quiet surroundings, the only sound they could hear was the crisp sound of the lock falling to the ground.
"Creak!"
The old door quietly opened a crack.
Ning Yitao and Duan Qinghuai's attention was on the door in front of them, while Duan Yushu's attention was on the fact that Ning Yitao had just broken the lock with her bare hands. His shocked mouth couldn't help but open.
He stood there alone, looking at the lock on the ground in a daze. He really couldn't imagine that a little girl could break a lock with her bare hands!
Duan Qinghuai pushed the door open first. Uncle Cao darted in extremely quickly, being the first to rush into the room. In a place that no one had entered for a long time,
Suddenly having visitors, all the thick dust floated into the air.
Uncle Cao was choked by the dust and coughed non - stop, but his steps didn't pause. He didn't do anything to block the dust from entering his nose and mouth. He just rushed straight to his destination.
The circuit in this room had aged, and it was pitch - black inside. But Uncle Cao seemed to be able to see clearly and never bumped into anything in the room.
Ning Yitao and Duan Qinghuai always followed behind him. During this time, Duan Qinghuai was bumped into many times, but he endured it all, not wanting to slow down Ning Yitao's pace.
Uncle Cao was like a wandering soul, shuttling through this room. Finally, he stopped in front of a bedroom door.
If Duan Qinghuai could see Uncle Cao's expression, he would see that all the joy on his face was gone, and there was only seriousness left.
Ning Yitao just stood quietly behind Uncle Cao. She didn't interfere but just watched Uncle Cao's every move indifferently as if from a God's perspective.
Uncle Cao solemnly took a step back and knelt down with a thud in front of the bedroom door. He raised his hands and prostrated himself on the ground, looking pious. He bowed three times.
The last bow lasted for a long time, as if waiting for a response.
Then he stood up, held the doorknob with both hands, and carefully opened the bedroom door.
Ning Yitao watched the door intently. As the door was opened, she found that there was actually no lock on it.
But after opening it, all they saw was a huge French window. The window was not closed, and the wind blew the white curtains into the air.
In the middle of the room, there was a big bed.
Uncle Cao walked in, and the joy returned to his face, becoming more and more obvious.
He didn't care about the thick layer of dust on the bed. He directly lifted the quilt and lay down.
Ning Yitao walked back and forth beside him, but he didn't show the slightest reaction. He just closed his eyes tightly, with that strange smile on his face.
Looking closely, one could find that his smile was getting wider and wider.
Duan Qinghuai, who had been following behind Ning Yitao, stood by the bed, frowning tightly. He asked worriedly, "What's wrong with Uncle Cao? He's not usually like this. Could he be haunted by something evil..."