Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Bang -"

"Bang -"

"Bang -"

At this time, when the Oriental world brocade had not thought well, there was a dull sound, as if the sound of knocking on the pipe spread from somewhere.

"Bang -"

Dongfang Shijin keenly looked at it. He made a very accurate judgment. The sound came from the dilapidated bathroom. More accurately, it came from the place where ye Qingcheng had just come out.

Almost at this time, the handsome eyebrows of Dongfang Shijin frowned slightly - Ye Qingcheng had something to hide from her!

The sound of knocking on the pipe lasted three times. Dongfang Shijin stood up, took a pistol from the next drawer and walked slowly towards it. It was cold and dangerous.

After three sounds, the sound was quiet as if it had never happened.

"Squeak --?"

Dongfang Shijin gently opened the door with a pistol, and the voice was quiet.

It was dark inside. He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed the switch of the light on the wall.

The dim light filled the whole room for a moment.

The handsome eyebrows of Dongfang Shijin frowned.

The scene here is dilapidated. The original Ivory floor is now stained. You can't see what color it was originally, fuzzy and messy.

The toilet in the corner can't see the color at all. It's decadent and broken.

In front of me was an oval carved mirror facing me. All around the mirror were carved flowers, but the middle of the mirror was damaged, as big as a fist and a half.

Dongfang Shijin walked over, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and gently pulled the trigger. A voice in his heart told him that ye Qingcheng was hiding something here.

What else can ye Qingcheng hide?

There is a strong bad feeling in the heart of Dongfang Shijin.

He turned on his mobile phone. The light of the thin point function penetrated the irregular damage of the broken mirror. Behind it was a narrow room for stacking waste goods, or a small staircase. When the castle was built, there was always a little unreasonable design.

The small space of 3 square meters is empty. On one side of this small room, there is an old and old fan.

Dongfang Shijin knows that as long as there is such a dark place in the design of the castle, it must be the secret path left by the people who built the castle at the beginning, because the identity of the Dongfang family is mysterious when the castle is built, and all workers involved in the construction will have the fate of death, because only the dead will not expose anything.

Just like the burial of ancient Chinese emperors, the workers who built the tomb will be buried alive, but some workers will leave secret secrets in advance.

It's the same here.

Dongfang Shijin seems to feel a cold coming up from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that an idea of not going takes root in my heart.

As he approached, the light shone more clearly - two paper balls of different sizes were scattered on the ground.

Dongfang Shijin feels cold.

He found two slender wires from the corner and used them as mini clips to clamp the two pieces of paper.

When it was opened, the heart of the Oriental world brocade was cold for a moment, like suddenly falling into the ice cave.

********************************************