Hearing this question, Fan Yuantang stood up, stretched out his right hand, touched Qian Cangyi's head, and said:

"Liang Ping, this is not necessarily the case. As long as the external environment does not change, the box can still survive. However, you are right, because no matter what, the external environment will change, it is only a matter of time."

Speaking of this, he glanced at the light gray clock on the table. The hour hand was close to the number 10. In another 5 minutes, the time will come to 22 o'clock.

"Let's go to bed first. It's getting late. I'll do my homework tomorrow. Children should have a good rest. Staying up late to study is not good for their health."

As he said that, he seemed to remember something, reached into his pants pocket, took out his wallet, then pulled out a red banknote and handed it to Qiancangyi.

"You take it and buy whatever you want. If you don't have enough, then ask your grandfather for it."

When Qian Cang saw this piece of paper money, he thought of Lao Wang and Fan Yuantang's request for apology. For some reason, he felt very bad in his heart, but he did not express this worry on his face, but instead showed a happy smile from the bottom of his heart:

"Thank you grandpa."

After saying that, he held the hundred-dollar bill in his hand, and even though he was already in his hand, he kept laughing "hehe" in his mouth.

Fan Yuantang didn't say anything more, but turned around and left the bedroom. When he walked to the door of the bedroom and put his left hand on the edge of the door, he suddenly turned his head and said:

"By the way, Liang Ping, I almost forgot. There is one more thing I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Qian Cang blinked his eyes. His tender face and bright big eyes really looked like an innocent child.

"Do you remember what happened last night? Just in case, sleep with your grandfather tonight. Never wake up and sleep somewhere else." Fan Yuantang said in a serious tone, and the expression on his face was full of worry.

In an instant, Qian Cang recalled the situation he woke up today and had an idea in his mind.

"Okay!" He agreed to Fan Yuantang's request.

Fan Yuantang smiled and left the bedroom.

Qian Cang leaned on the table with his hands, looking at the summer homework and thinking about what he had just happened.

From last night to now, Liang Ping, he has done too many unusual things. Although Fan Yuantang has not yet aroused suspicion for some unknown reason, once doubt continues to accumulate, a threshold will sooner or later reach.

On the other hand, Chen Po appeared last night and may appear again tonight. Staying in Liang Ping's bedroom may repeat the same mistakes. Sleeping with Fan Yuantang can test whether there is any relationship between Chen Po and Fan Yuantang.

When you know something is wrong with Fan Yuantang, you still choose to spend the night together. Doing this has certain risky elements, but not doing this does not mean safety.

Thinking of this, Qian Cangyi took the draft paper in front of him, then wrote a number 1 on the left, and then drew a circle behind.

He intends to sort out what has happened from last night to now.

“The first thing.”

After saying these words, he closed his lips tightly and stopped making any sounds.

The only numbers and symbols on the draft paper are also to avoid accidentally revealing one's true identity.

Although the draft paper was blank, Qian Cangyi's mind had already appeared yesterday's scene, and he thought to himself:

This incident is related to Fan Yuantang, and the cause is Fan Yuantang's late arrival.

Later, I investigated and found that there was a corpse in the attic, which was Fan Yuantang, and there was also a note in the hand of the corpse with the words "Remember to pick up the grandson".

Assuming that Fan Yuantang in the black box is the problematic Fan Yuantang, then true Fan Yuantang is Fan Yuantang who just talked to me.

From Liang Ping's memory, you can get an information that there is no essential difference between humans in this movie world and humans in the real world, and Fan Yuantang does not have too unique features.

So, based on the results of the test just now, Fan Yuantang's memory level is already in an abnormal range, so this inference is obviously problematic.

Among the other cases, there is one more special one, that is, Fan Yuantang in the box and Fan Yuantang who is moving are both fake. This conjecture is meaningless, so I won't consider it carefully for the time being.

The biggest possibility is that only Fan Yuantang in the box is true Fan Yuantang, Liang Ping's grandfather has died, and the time of death can be judged by the note.

The day before yesterday, Liang Ping's mother told Fan Yuantang that Liang Ping was coming. Therefore, no matter who wrote the note, the content of "Remember to pick up the grandson" can limit Fan Yuantang's death to 9 am the morning before yesterday to 6 pm yesterday.

In the picture displayed by the deceased's vision, Fan Yuantang went to a place in Fuluo Village before his death. Since the effect of the special props was the picture seen by the deceased during his lifetime, the picture was very bright at that time, so it was confirmed that it was daytime, but now it is summer, and it is impossible to determine the specific time.

It is troublesome to continue to narrow the scope, but you can also refer to some details, such as whether Fan Yuantang attended during the time of Chen Po’s funeral; another point is that hiding the body requires going to the attic, but I did not see footprints when I went to the attic to investigate before.

Unfortunately, these details are not powerful enough. After all, I don’t know what Fan Yuantang is now.

“The second thing.”

Qian Cangyi used a pen to write a number 2 under the number 1 and drew a triangle behind it.

Just as he was about to think carefully, he suddenly saw someone standing outside the window from the corner of his eyes.

Liang Ping's bedroom is on the second floor.

Qian Cangyi suddenly raised his head and saw a phantom of a human face on the glass of the window. At the beginning, the human face was not clear enough, but as time passed, the human face gradually became clear. Finally, a familiar face appeared on the window, which was Chen Po's face.

This face was lifeless, with wrinkles on the face like gullies, and the rising corners of the mouth were pulled to the limit, making the already terrifying face look even more terrifying.

Qian Cangyi stopped and now he didn't dare to breathe.

The second thing he thought about was when he met Mrs. Chen last night.

The next second, in a blink of an eye, the face on the window suddenly disappeared, replaced by the face of a black cat.

The black cat's green eyes seemed to have spirituality, staring at Qian Cangyi tightly.

After a short "meow", the black cat jumped out of the window.

Qian Cang quickly stood up and walked to the window, but did not get too close. He looked out the window. The black cat who was on the window sill had already reached the road, then crossed the road, ran into the alley, and lost sight.

On the other hand, Ran Ya, who had returned to Lao Wang's house, was also dealing with Lao Wang.

Ran Ya inserted the door in her right hand, and she locked the bedroom door. The sound of the door lock turning came, followed by a knock on the door.

After hearing this, she leaned against the door, pressed her hands on the door, and replied loudly:

"Grandpa, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Lao Wang was planning to talk to her about something, but Lao Wang's face was very bad and his tone was very strict.

At this time, Ran Ya's nerves were tensed to the limit.

"Xiao Ya." Lao Wang's voice was full of fatigue.

"I'm tired, grandpa." Ran Ya used her hands hard.

"Okay." Lao Wang stopped insisting.

Ran Ya heard the footsteps outside the door gradually fading away, and let out a long sigh, and then she slowly walked towards the mirror.

Every time she took a step, she felt her legs weakened.

When she came to the long mirror, she was already leaning against the mirror, supporting her entire body with her forehead and hands.

The fear inside was destroying her spirit.

When she was looking at Lao Wang just now, she remembered the body in the wardrobe and almost stood firm.

"Stand it, Ran Ya, you can't fall down." Ran Ya said to herself in the mirror. Then, she took a deep breath, supported the mirror with both hands, and stood firm. Then, she looked at herself in the mirror.

The long black shawl hair was a little messy, the face was a little pale, the eyes were flustered, and the cool blue long skirt was covered with wrinkles.

Ran Ya pulled her long skirt and frowned.

"No, I can't wear skirts anymore. It's too inconvenient, and my hair is also..."

Speaking of this, Ran Ya's eyes became firm. She walked to the desk, pulled out the drawer, and took out the small red scissors.
Chapter completed!