After Murong Zhen cleaned up briefly, we left the house. The moonlight shone softly on the ground, like a layer of silver-white frost, which looked cold but delicate.

Murong Zhen even brought out a flashlight to illuminate the path in the woods for us.

"Master, where are we going?" I followed Murong Zhen and asked subconsciously while looking at the wavy river surface glowing with moonlight.

"Just follow me." Murong Zhen said with a smile.

The sky is getting gloomier, and it is already past eight o'clock in the evening. If we follow people's schedule in summer, the square by the Yellow River at this time must be brightly lit and full of people, all coming to enjoy the cool air.

of.

However, it's early spring and it's extremely cold. I'm afraid it's just the three of us wandering by the Yellow River. No, it should be said that it's two people and a ghost.

In the flat square in the distance, there was no one, and it was deserted. Only the sound of the cold wind whistling in our ears.

Murong Zhen led us, he was walking in front, his head was lowered, as if he was looking for something. I asked him in confusion, and Murong Zhen took out a flip phone from his pocket, and then called up a

Show me the photo.

I looked at the flip phone in surprise. Although it had Murong Zhen's phone number, I had never seen his phone before. When I looked at it today, well, it really matched his taste and style.

Getting back to the subject, I lowered my head and looked at the picture on my phone. In the picture, I saw only one simple old man's shoe. It was a black cotton shoe, the kind of old-style cotton shoes worn by old people that can be seen everywhere on the street.

They are very warm, but the style is too old. In recent years, few manufacturers have made such shoes.

"These are the old man's shoes. Look at the pattern on its soles and help me look for them," Murong Zhen said.

I hummed, my eyes narrowed and my beast eyes appeared, and then I began to memorize the pattern in my mind. Gao Changgong also stood next to me, rubbing his chin and staring at the pattern.

After seeing this, Gao Changgong and I no longer followed Murong Zhen, but walked to two directions respectively, standing in a triangle with Murong Zhen.

Murong Zhen said that the couple found the old man's shoes in this area, so they wanted to search in this area to see if there were any clues that directly pointed to the old man's shoes.

The three of us exchanged glances, then lowered our heads together and began to search carefully. But after searching for a long time, we found nothing.

"Tsk, if you only have one shoe, you can't find another shoe nearby, maybe" I suggested.

Gao Changgong immediately understood what I meant: "You mean, this is not the last place where the old man disappeared?"

"Yes, I think even if the old man slipped and fell into the water, he definitely wasn't from here. There are no shoe prints of that style here at all." I said with certainty.

"Xiaoyang is right, let's walk further ahead and have a look." Murong Zhen had no choice but to give up and waste time in this area and decided to listen to me and walk further ahead.

So, the three of us walked forward again.

Due to the cold weather in early spring, few people come to the Yellow River, and there are naturally very few footprints on the river. The progress of the three of us is very fast. In just ten minutes of walking, we have already found a long distance.

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Just when I was wondering if we were looking in the wrong direction, Gao Changgong suddenly shouted: "Xiaoyang, look ahead!"

With that said, Gao Changgong took the lead and floated over. Because there was a soul-napping pearl between us, as long as he stayed far away from me, I would feel nervous in my heart, so I could only follow him and run over.

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Murong Zhen rushed over very quickly.

After getting closer, I was surprised to find that what Gao Changgong was pointing to was actually another shoe that matched the shoe in the picture.

Looking to the left and right again, I found a meandering footprint extending from the other side of the road. The footprints were two prints. It seemed that the old man still had two shoes when he walked here.

But why was one of the shoes thrown so far? It couldn't have been kicked by the old man, right?

It's impossible even if you think about it.

"It seems that this is the place where the old man disappeared." Gao Changgong had squatted next to the shoe at some point and was staring at the shoe intently.

I was very curious as to why he was so sure: "How are you sure?"

"Look here." As he spoke, Gao Changgong pointed to the shoe that had not been touched just now and said: "This shoe is neatly placed, with the toe pointed straight at the river, and there is no mess around it.

From his footsteps, it can be seen that the owner of the shoe took it off directly here.

And, come here and take a closer look." As he said this, Gao Changgong waved to Murong Zhen and me without raising his head, and we both squatted over quickly.

Like a well-informed reasoner, Gao Changgong pointed to the shore where the aftermath was always coming and said: "Although it has been covered by the rising river water, you can still see clearly. This is a

There are two pairs of footprints, and the destination of these footprints is the Yellow River." Gao Changgong stood up and pointed straight at the roaring Yellow River.

The Yellow River has begun to swell in recent days, making the river surface very unstable.

"Then what do you mean?" I hesitated, not daring to say the second half of the sentence. Murong Zhen made an excuse: "The prince means that the missing old man actually committed suicide in the Yellow River.

"

"Yeah," Gao Changgong nodded.

Well, I frowned and looked at the shoes in front of me. Suicide? But why did the shoes travel so far? And the old man's son was so rich, why couldn't he think of committing suicide?

Normally speaking, no.

"I don't think it's suicide. Could it be like what I just experienced, where the old man's soul was taken away by a water ghost when he was walking by the river?" I said tentatively.

"No, I don't think so. Just the fact that he took off his shoes when entering the water proves that he was not hooked by a water ghost." Gao Changgong insisted. "Maybe these shoes are his

It must have been my favorite thing during my lifetime, so even if I die, I still want to keep these shoes as a thought for my children."

When he said this, I was slightly stunned. What he said made sense.

When Murong Zhen saw the two of us arguing, he quickly waved his hands and told us to be quiet and stop making noise. He could just wait until he found someone to help and ask.
Chapter completed!