and,

The mystery is in your own home!

"Woof...woof..."

In the yard downstairs, two dogs barked.

It should have been there before, but Karen didn't notice it.

Putting the money back into the book and continuing to hold it, he put the book into the drawer. Karen stood up, pushed open the door to the room, and saw Pu'er lying on the window sill in the corridor.

The black cat at home is looking at the "exiled" golden retriever in the yard downstairs in a very "anthropomorphic" manner;

As if to show off, I am inside the house and you are outside.

Karen glanced at the "lonely" golden retriever in the yard. The temperature was very low at night. He felt that the golden retriever would most likely not be frozen to death. But for a pet that has long been accustomed to accompany its owner, the most intolerable thing is

Lonely.

Aunt Mary and the others probably didn't pay attention to the golden retriever, or they were too lazy to let it stay in the house at night. It would be better to leave it outside the house and deal with it in the yard in the morning instead of calling someone to walk it.

Karen walked from the third floor to the living room on the first floor, opened the door of the living room, and the golden retriever immediately came over and kept rubbing his face against Karen's pajamas.

Bend down, reached out and patted the golden retriever on the head. Karen planned to take the golden retriever to the kitchen on the second floor to find some food.

But just as I reached the stairs,

Karen heard a strange man's "crying and choking" sound coming from below.

On a quiet night, this sound seemed extremely clear at this time.

Karen took two steps back, glanced at the ramp leading to the basement, and took two tentative steps down. The voice became clearer. You can even imagine an old man sitting in the corner and sobbing.

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But Karen immediately stepped back and did not go deep.

“I’m a bitch in a horror movie who can’t survive more than three minutes, so I like to go to the basement alone because of my ridiculous curiosity.”

Karen didn't scream or call anyone, but went upstairs to the kitchen.

He poured a glass of milk, put the glass of milk in a large bowl, poured hot water into it and boiled it;

Picking up two more pieces of bread, he bit one piece and threw the other piece in front of the golden retriever.

The golden retriever lowered his head, sniffed the bread, then pushed it away in disgust and refused to eat.

It seems that it has been fed.

Karen picked up the bread on the ground and threw it into the trash can, then carried the milk to the third floor.

When he reached the door of his room, Karen hesitated and did not open the door and go in. Instead, he turned around and came to the door of his grandfather's bedroom.

Reach out and knock on the door;

"Duoduo... Duoduo..."

There is no response inside.

Just as Karen was about to continue knocking on the door,

But he found that the door of his grandfather's office nearby was opened, and his grandfather wearing a black nightgown stood at the door of the study.

"What's up?"

"Send grandpa a cup of hot milk."

Karen handed the cup of hot milk to Dis.

Dis reached out to take it and took a sip in front of Karen.

"Good night, grandpa."

"Good night."

Dis closed the study door.

Karen noticed that the light in the study swayed a little, which meant that grandpa did not turn on the light, but... lit a candle.

I stood at the door of the study for almost three minutes.

Karen turned around and did not go back to his room. Instead, he went straight down the stairs and went from the third floor to the first floor again.

When he stood on the ramp leading to the basement again,

The "crying" sound came again.

"Hehehe..."

Karen couldn't help but laugh out loud,

Then he crossed his fingers with his hands and pointed his toes on the ground, and started to warm up before physical education class.
Chapter completed!