When he went in alone just now, Qian Cangyi had already used a safety helmet lamp to see the situation inside the house. The furniture and floors were covered with dust, and no one lived in the house.

Warm candlelight lit up in the living room.

"I found a candle and a lighter in the kitchen." Qian Cangyi handed over a lit white candle to Ran Ya, "Check the room first and follow me."

"Yes." Ran Ya nodded.

"By the way, I tried it. There was electricity in the house, but don't turn on the lights, as it would be easily discovered." Qian Cangyi reminded him.

Ran Ya glanced out the window and didn't speak.

Qian Cangyi stood in front of the bedroom door and gently pushed the door open.

Crunch.

Open the door crack a little.

Qian Cangyi stretched the candle in and only then did he fully open the bedroom door after there was no obvious danger.

"You stand at the door and wait for me."

After leaving this sentence, Qian Cang walked in and a strange smell came, and he covered his mouth and nose with his left hand.

The wooden yellow rocking chair in the middle of the bedroom attracted Qian Cangyi's attention. At the top of the rocking chair, there was a black round object.

Qian Cang stopped and lowered his body.

On the ground, dozens of mosquito coil plates were placed casually, surrounding the rocking chair in the center. In the mosquito coil plate, some mosquito coils had been burned out, leaving a ball of ashes, and some were only half burned.

"What are you finding?" Ran Ya asked softly.

"I don't know yet." Qian Cangyi did not turn around, but moved the mosquito coil plate with his feet, then slowly approached. After reaching the side of the rocking chair, he moved the candle to the black object on the rocking chair.

A shriveled and wrinkled face appeared under candlelight, and the ink-black skin seemed to be smoked. It was slightly closer, and the unbearable smell broke into the breath, almost suffocating.

The candlelight moved downward, and the thin body lies on the rocking chair, and even the brown bones could be seen in some parts.

Qian Cangyi took out the lighter and gently touched the skin of the body. The stiff texture similar to the belt came and poked it hard, as if it was pierced through a layer of membrane, and there was only air inside the membrane.

He took back the lighter and continued to look down. In front of the rocking chair, at the feet of the body, there was a silver-gray recorder. At this time, the indicator light in front of the recorder was still on yellow and green.

The recorder is about 20 cm long and is oval in shape. There are two large speakers on the left and right sides, and there are five buttons in the middle of the top, which correspond to different functions. The handles on both sides.

Qian Cangyi picked up the recorder, and the black power cord was straightened. He looked along the power cord and found a square iron box in the corner with several tapes scattered inside the box.

A few minutes later, the two returned to the living room and at the dead corner of the window, they laid several layers of quilts on the ground.

Beside the quilt, there is a recorder and an iron box containing a tape.

Qian Cangyi inserted the black plug into the socket, and then pressed the play button of the recorder.

The sound of the wavy sounded, and then fell into silence, leaving only the subtle sound of the tape turning.

He took out the tape, flipped it and put it in.

After the wavy sound ended, a hoarse voice came from the speaker of the recorder.

"Ahem...ahhhh..."

"Your name is Chen Yuanlin, you live at No. 142, Fuluo Village. When you heard this tape, you should have forgotten these things."

"Don't worry, it's nothing, because this is not the first time you've forgotten."

"I will talk about some things you should remember below, write them down with a pen, don't forget."

Hearing this, Qian Cangyi understood the function of the recorder.

An old man named Chen Yuanlin has amnesia, and the recorder is the trigger set by Chen Yuanlin to retrieve his memory.

"Is it really useful to say this directly?" Ran Ya was very suspicious.

"It's basically useless." Qian Cangyi shook his head, "Even if everything is true and it has been confirmed, Chen Yuanlin still has no relevant memories in his mind. However, I think it's enough for him. Just remember these words and don't affect life."

"Where is his family?" Ran Ya was a little curious.

"Who knows..." Qian Cangyi did not give a positive answer.

The recorder is still playing things related to Chen Yuanlin, such as what his wife is named, which year he got married, which year he died, what his child is named, where he works now, what his phone number is, etc.... No matter how many things are there.

Qian Cangyi was not interested in these things, so he pressed the acceleration button.

Chen Yuanlin's home is closer to the green iron door, and there may be some useful information in the tape.

“…”

"Chen Yuanlin, you are not just forgetful, you are forgetful, they have found a new way to cure forgetfulness."

"I heard that a few days ago, a god came to the village. He had a very forgetful treatment. Some of the older ones went to see a doctor. After coming back, I had a good memory, but I don't recommend you to go because those people, who have been treated, are a bit strange."

"I usually make a few jokes about my poor memory, so Xiaoxiao will pass by, but after he cured the disease, he really can't say a word, and he has a big temper."

"This god is afraid there is something wrong with it."

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Qian Cang pressed the stop button and turned to look at Ran Ya.

"I have never heard my grandfather talk about anything like a god." Ran Ya looked puzzled.

"It's probably a word of mouth." Qian Cangyi put his left hand on his chin, "Let's listen to the remaining tape first."

Qian Cangyi flipped the tape over and pressed the play button.

After listening, he changed the tape.

The contents of the tape are all sesame sizes, but for Chen Yuanlin personally, it is of great significance.

After listening for a while, Ran Ya fell asleep. She lay on her side on the quilt, her head resting on her hands, and her body curled into a ball.

Seeing this, Qian Cang covered Ran Ya with a quilt that had been cleaned from dust.

The recorder is still playing, but it is all irrelevant.

Qian Cangyi no longer focused all his attention, but instead devoted some energy to thinking about the Green Iron Gate and analyzing the current situation.

Fan Yuantang went into the Green Iron Gate before his death. In other words, he was likely to die after entering the Green Iron Gate. The problem now is that he didn’t know what the situation in Fuluo Village was without a deep understanding, let alone solving the problem.

In the subsequent actions, should I bring Ran Ya with me?

Although Ran Ya helped me a lot along the way, she was not an actor after all. She was able to deal with the troubles before, mainly because those troubles were relatively easy, and she also had the help of Mrs. Chen.

If I encounter danger after bringing her in, I may not be able to help her, but if I am the only one, it will be much easier to solve the problem. Equipment, special props, skills, etc. can all become my trump cards.

But then again, it is not necessarily safe for her to sleep here alone. Once she is found by monsters in her sleep, it is basically a dead end. After all, I don’t know what abilities these monsters have.

Besides, judging from the script, Liang Ping, I played, seems very interesting to Ran Ya. In order to change her original idea, if I want to add points, Ran Ya must win.

"Hiss...hiss...they will replace us."

Qian Cangyi's thoughts were interrupted by the tape recorder's words, and Chen Yuanlin's hoarse voice roared in the tape recorder.
Chapter completed!