The villain is invincible

Chapter 1 It all starts with disappearance

Mai Fan's grandfather Mai Mantun is missing.

Right under Mai Fan's nose.

What happened started 5 minutes ago, when Mai Mantun was busy in the kitchen.

In order to celebrate the inauguration of the eldest grandson Mai Fan tomorrow, the dishes prepared by grandpa are very rich in content.
When Maimantun picked up the fence and put four or five yanpi wontons with thin skins and large fillings into the bowl...

'Bang! '

With a crisp sound, the fence fell directly to the ground.

Mai Fan, who was putting dishes and chopsticks in the dining room, heard the sound and pushed open the door of the kitchen, only to see a bowl of steaming wontons, a fence that fell on the ground, and no grandfather's figure, empty. kitchen.

"Master? Mr. Mai? Mr. Mai? This is not fun! Stop making trouble?!"

His grandfather was usually quite quiet, but he never joked about his own safety.

Mai Fan anxiously searched up and down the small kitchen to make sure that there were no black holes or cracks torn open for no apparent reason. After that, he immediately turned around and ran to his grandfather's room.

It was a strange room, and that room was full of mystery to Mai Fan.

Mai Fan's grandfather fiddled with a lot of weird things and kept them in this room.

Some of these bizarre objects are like antiques from an old life, some are like high-tech products, and some are even full of mysterious totems and inexplicable symbols.

When he was a child, Mai Fan accidentally broke in, and was immediately blinded by Linlang on the Bogu shelf.

It's just that before he had time to appreciate it, he was taken out again by the grandfather who returned in a panic.

Since that day, there has been an extra padlock outside the door of this room.

The curious Mai Fan tried to open the very crude padlock many times...

But the lock, which looked like a joke, was like an iron wall blocking his way to explore the secret.

Now, he can confidently try.

Mai Fan, who was running like a gust of wind, was already standing at the door of the mysterious room.

At his feet he also had his usual toolbox at home.

The tools he had tried for this lock before were all small, and now he can finally break the lock.

Who would have thought that when Mai Fan had just squeezed the lock, the originally indestructible lock would snap open.

'click'

Along with the lock, there was the slightly mottled door.

Mai Fan hesitated, he pushed forward, creaking, and the door opened.

The sun shone into the room, and the world that was still dazzling came into view.

There are more Bogu shelves in this room than before, and the collections on the shelves are denser.

There are high and low shelves intertwined, and at first glance, it looks a little messy, but it is easy to find the half-old and half-new.

It's just that no matter how many rare items on these shelves, they didn't attract Mai Fan's eyes.

Because in the middle of the stacked shelves, a table is placed alone, which is extraordinarily conspicuous.

It was an ordinary desk, with the atmosphere that people liked most in the old life.

There is a round pen holder on the table, and a book is spread out in the center.

This table, Mai Fan swore, didn't exist when he broke in when he was a child.

Maybe this is the reason why his grandfather disappeared inexplicably.

With this thought in mind, Mai Fan came to the table and opened the ordinary diary that could no longer be ordinary.

As soon as he started, Mai Fan noticed the difference.

This is a very old diary, open the inner pages, only a few words are written on the first page, and the remaining pages are blank and brand new.

An address is written down on the first page.

'No. 521, South Street, Zhongding Village, West Rail Camp'

This address is very close to Mai Fan's house.

But Mai Fan is very sure that No. 521 has never existed in the South Street of Zhongding Village.

That street was a dead end, and the family at the end of the alley only lined up to No. 8.

Maybe... just an address isn't enough.

Mai Fan's eyes moved to the three drawers on the desk.

He needs more.

'Brush Pull'

The three drawers were opened one after the other, and a key lay flat in the drawer in the center.

Brass, long handle, old style, much like something from the Republic of China.

Mai Fan picked up the key and placed it on the first page of the diary.

There is an inconspicuous dent on the page, which is more than aligned... It can be confirmed that it is the mark produced by pressing the key.

Mai Fan searched the table again to make sure that there were no more clues. Then he put the diary and the key under the creaking nest. He didn't care about the rare things next to him, he turned and left his grandfather's room. .

Strange to say, Mai Fan just walked away, and soon the padlock that was half hanging in front of the door clicked and locked again.

When this strange thing happened, Mai Fan had already reached the intersection of Zhongding Village in Xitieying.

Zhongding Village is a street with years of time.

The old trees on both sides of the road cover the green brick road in the middle of the road.

In this not too long hutong, all that remain are single-family, single-family courtyards.

In the back of these small courtyards, are towering high-rise buildings.

It seems that only this street is special and has been well preserved.

In Mai Fan's impression, this is more of a place about memory retention.

The houses here are all bungalows, heating, power supply, and even the network and a series of modern facilities are equipped with problems, so that the occupancy rate in this hutong has not increased much because of the beautiful environment.

Perfect for peekaboo here.

When Mai Fan was a child, in order to avoid the pursuit of his grandfather, he ran to the end of this alley and tried to climb over the wall.

It was just that the result was not great. Mai Fan turned over halfway, and his pants were caught by the iron hook on the wall. They hung on the wall for a long time until someone passed by and he was freed.

"How can there be a number 521 here?"

Mai Fan, who was already standing at the end of the alley, was stunned when he saw the dilapidated house in the middle of the alley that suddenly appeared.

Isn't it hell?

"There really is a No. 521 here!!!"

Mai Fan looked at the street lamp overhead, it was not dark enough to be haunted.

He looked at this inexplicably crooked house... as if it was about to collapse when he breathed in, and found that there was also a large rusted lock on the door that looked like a piece of rotten wood.

"This is?" Mai Fan stepped forward and tentatively inserted the key into the keyhole...

The 'click' lock opens.

He used the toe of his shoe to hit the door again, squeak...the door opened.

'cough cough...'

The smell of dust in the broken house is very strong, and the inside should be uncleaned for years.

The layout inside is simple and clear at a glance.

(End of this chapter)