For a moment, I couldn't think of any better reason and didn't know how to answer.

Just when I was silent, my dad beside me answered first: "They went out to cover the road last night and came back in a short while."

this……

Why does Dad lie?

You know, paper cannot contain fire.

I'm very puzzled.

At this time, the mother beside me was afraid of implicating me, so she quickly continued: "Police Officer, my child is still young now and has never seen such a scene. She is frightened. Don't interfere."

The young policeman saw that I was pale and bloodless, and looked dazed.

At first glance, I was scared very much.

He was also very modest. He put away the pen and paper, nodded at his mother, and said, "Well, okay, I think he was scared. You can take the child back first, pay attention to the safety of the child. If there is anything later, we will investigate!"

Grandpa’s death was like a smog of haze, covering my heart and making me restless.

Especially when my grandfather opened his eyes and looked at me at the end, he seemed to remind me something.

I feel very strange.

But one thing is certain. Grandpa's death is definitely related to the woman in red.

And these paper-made people.

Last night, on the back mountain, the paper-made man on Daniu and I were inexplicably stolen?

Moreover, walking on the road.

The speed of walking, we couldn't catch up with it.

There is also the piece of paper with Luo Xiaoyu, which appears strangely again.

Things are too weird.

But what's even more strange is that the police actually said that my grandfather died between 1:00 a.m. and 2:00 a.m.

But at that time, my grandfather was with me and the big bull.

I clearly saw my grandfather enter the house with my own eyes.

Why did he die strangely under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village?

It is obvious that this is someone deliberately forged the illusion of grandpa's accidental death.

Looking back, I met the female ghost in red wearing embroidered shoes and hung under the locust tree last night in the outskirts of the city.

Afterwards, I don’t know where she went.

The murderer must be the female ghost in red.

If she killed her grandfather in the early morning, how could she speak and still walk?

This is very unscientific.

However, the forensic doctors at the police stations have received professional training.

They can't make mistakes.

I feel very contradictory.

After my dad took me home, he immediately closed the doors and windows, and his face turned gloomy.

His eyes were staring at me, and he couldn't help but say anxiously: "Xiao Tang, what happened when you went out with the old man last night? How could your grandfather die under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village?"

Grandpa told me all the things that happened last night and the night before yesterday that I didn’t let me tell you.

Including my parents and wife, no matter who they are, they are allowed to say it.

This made me feel a little embarrassed.

How do you explain to my dad?

There is also the matter of Luo Xiaoyu making people mess with paper. Grandpa said that it was a matter of harming the world and made me silent.

If others find out, they may be killed and harmed by their family.

But now, the only backer grandfather is dead. I am another Jiang Xiaobai, I don’t know anything and can’t know anything.

Although my dad has not inherited the essence of my grandfather, at least, Jiang is so spicy. He has experienced more and always knows more than I do.

Maybe my dad can have any better solutions?

But, at the same time, I was very confused.

Before my grandfather died, he told me that he would never say anything.

He wandered around, hesitated, and fell into a contradiction.

Of course, more importantly, I have already implicated my grandfather and I don’t want to implicate my dad.

Of course, the fewer people in this kind of thing, the better.

My father frowned slightly, his eyes were gloomy, and his old face was gloomy.

Seeing that I had been hesitating for a long time, I couldn't make a fart. My dad was a little anxious and said sternly: "Xiao Tang, did you go to the back mountain last night?"

hiss……

this……

How did Dad know about this?

Obviously, the big bull will not say it.

I won't know much more.

It seems that my dad has guessed something.

I'm afraid I can't hide it from them anymore.

There was no choice but to nod my head gently.

Now that I want to hide it, I can't find a better reason.

When my father heard this, his face changed suddenly, his expression was excited, his eyes were staring at me, and his tone became gloomy.

He asked sternly: "It's big night, what are you doing to go up the back mountain?"

My father frowned, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but tremble.

He was emotionally excited and had a hideous face, as if he was trying his best to restrain his emotions.

Since I was a child, my dad never got angry in front of me.

My dad acted like this and suddenly made me nervous.

I feel that I know more or less something.

Perhaps by telling my dad, you can uncover the mystery of grandpa’s death.

It's all because of me, I've implicated my grandfather.

I don't want my grandfather to die like this.

No matter what, I will avenge my grandfather.

If you search for the ends of the world and dig thirty feet into the ground, you will also bring the murderer to justice.

Let's talk about it,

My dad is my closest relative.

He is also someone worthy of my trust.

I believe that even if I tell my dad, I will definitely keep this secret for me.

After some hesitation, I finally decided to tell my dad about this secret.

He whispered in a slight crying voice: "A few days ago, my grandfather and I went to the broken grass temple in the back mountain. Grandpa was there and opened an oath for me. However, when we went there yesterday, the grass temple disappeared inexplicably."

It’s very strange. Xiaocao Temple was still there the day before yesterday, why did it disappear yesterday?

I felt very strange at that time.

When my father heard this, his expression became even more excited and his expression changed in surprise.

His brows frowned, his veins burst, and his veterans started to shake.

He said with a anxious look: "There is no broken grass temple in the back mountain? You have rarely visited it. The small grass temple on the mountain collapsed three years ago and was demolished afterwards."

Waterfack.

Falling...fall?

How is this possible...

The night before yesterday, when my grandfather and I went up the mountain together, we also saw the grass temple.

It's still firm and there's no change.
To be continued...