While thinking about it, I inadvertently glanced at the graffiti left by me when I was young in the corner.

Looking at the almost abstract graffiti, I couldn't help but complain: "If I have artistic talent, it must be abstract + Fauvism!"

The messy portraits above, if I hadn't painted them myself, I'd probably be tempted to look at them. The person painted above is a fisherman.

In my mind, it seemed like my grandfather told me a story.

The story is very simple. A fisherman gave a young man a fish every day. Later, the young man felt that one fish was not enough, so he wanted to learn fishing from the fisherman.

The fisherman agreed to him and taught the young man how to fish, but found that the young man had stolen his fishing rod.

The fisherman was very angry about this, turned into a big carp, bit the bait while the young man was fishing, and tried to pull the young man into the water.

Unexpectedly, the young man was born with supernatural powers. Not only did he not pull the young man up, but he was fished out of the water and taken back home.

It ended up being a dish of braised carp.

A very funny story.

I even drew this story on the wall, and now I think it’s a bit funny.

"Looks like there's really no clue here!"

After sitting quietly in the room for a while, he finally gave up and continued searching.

Start thinking about other possibilities.

In fact, this result is not unexpected. The games that grandpa played for himself were never simple. It was like hiding his own toys in the bucket.

As a result, he hid it for half a year, and it wasn't until the water bucket broke that he discovered the toy.

So I wasn't surprised at all when I didn't find any clues.

Just when he was about to leave.

Suddenly my ears moved, and I heard a crisp piano sound coming from the living room.

"The sound of the piano?? Someone is there!!"

He was startled and couldn't help but become alert.

It is impossible for anyone else to sneak in here except yourself.

What's more, he still played the piano so blatantly, which gave him a bad feeling.

Gently push the door open, walk along the corridor, step by step to the living room on the first floor, when you try to push the door open.

But he saw the door in front of him slowly opening as if being pushed by a pair of big hands.

In the dim living room, a figure stood in front of the window, holding a goblet in one hand and tasting the red wine in the glass.

With a gentle push from the palm of the figure, an invisible force caused the wine glass on the table to float. He refilled half the glass of red wine and floated it in front of him.

"I originally thought you were just an ordinary person, but I didn't expect that the union hid you so deeply, and you turned out to be an exorcist!"

As he spoke, the figure turned around. The cheeks under the dry white hair were rosy and plump. Although he was old, his eyes showed a sharp edge.
Chapter completed!