I was just about to say something when there came a harsh fit of coughing from that side.
I frowned and turned my head. Just then, I saw a man with a deathly pale face getting up.
"What's wrong?"
I rushed forward two steps and helped the man up, my arm tightening slightly.
Yan Yan closed his eyes with a pale face and shook his head, as if he was enduring some kind of pain. "It's okay."
I sized him up from head to toe, wanting to say something, but was startled by a roar from the fat guy beside me.
"Come here and take a look. What's going on?"
It was normal for the fat guy to make a fuss. I didn't really take it seriously at first. But when I looked up, I found a bit of red bloodstain on a tall wall beside the room we were in.
The bloodstain was spreading little by little. I stood there with a grim face and an odd expression.
"What's going on?"
Uncle Second didn't know when he had also stood there. In the face of these strange sights, he remained calm. I looked at Uncle Second.
"What's going on?"
I reached out and tugged at Uncle Second's sleeve. He shook his head and looked at me meaningfully.
We'd better not meddle in this matter. People who meddle in other people's business usually don't live long in this world.
Uncle Second had said this before, but it didn't seem like his style at all now.
"Didn't we solve all our problems? Why are they still not letting us go?"
What on earth did those people want to do?
I looked grim. Uncle Second suddenly reached out and pulled me aside, seemingly trying to avoid the fat guy.
When the fat guy saw this, he immediately grumbled discontentedly. His meaning was probably that since they were all comrades who had gone through life - and - death situations together, there was no need to be so secretive.
I gave the fat guy a reassuring smile, and only then did the fat guy turn his head and snort before leaving.
"Uncle Second, the fat guy is trustworthy. This guy is always carefree. He's not a bad person."
Uncle Second sighed and patted me on the shoulder. "Your friend is indeed a good one, but you have to consider one thing. Knowing too much about this matter won't do him any good."
What did he mean? I frowned.
Uncle Second leaned over to me and whispered, "Is Grandpa's notebook with you?"
I frowned and looked into Uncle Second's eyes, whispering, "What do you mean by that?"
Uncle Second rubbed his arm and sighed. "I'm just afraid that the Chen family will set their sights on you. By then, not only will you be in trouble, but also those around you."
What would those people do to us? It seemed like I had asked a very stupid question. Uncle Second sighed, and his movement paused when he turned to leave.
"But you'd better be mentally prepared."
I stared into Uncle Second's eyes, and a bad premonition welled up in my heart.
"It's okay, Uncle Second. You'd better just tell me straight."
I was already mentally prepared. Uncle Second was never the kind of person who beat around the bush. Why was he acting so strangely today?
The other man cleared his throat, played with the thing in his hand, and said casually.
"Your grandfather's notebook hides something they want. However, you'd better not meddle in this matter."
"What are you meddling in? What are you trying to do to our kid? I, the fat guy, won't just sit back and watch this kid get led astray."
A rough voice came over. I turned my head and met the fat guy's suspicious gaze.
The guy's huge body was lying on the wall, eavesdropping carefully there. Oh no, it should be said that he was eavesdropping openly.
Uncle Second's face darkened immediately when he saw the fat guy. Uncle Second, who already didn't have a good impression of the fat guy, directly roared, "Get out of here!"
Then he turned around and left without a trace, as if the confrontation with me just now was a joke.
What's going on? I stepped forward and grabbed the other man's arm, whispering, "Why do you have to provoke Uncle Second for no reason? He's at least an elder. It's not good to cause misunderstandings."
The fat guy rolled his eyes at me and whispered, "You still treat this Uncle Second as an elder? Look what I found just now."
The fat guy handed me his phone. I took it and stared blankly at the screen. I felt completely off - balance.
After a long time, I forced a smile. "What does this mean?"
The fat guy patted me on the shoulder sympathetically, his face full of pity. "What else could it mean? It means exactly what it says. Brother, you're really unlucky. We asked your Uncle Second to take risks for us and owe him a huge favor, but on the other hand, he sold you out."
"Do you still remember that porcelain vase? Someone said they would send that thing to you to make things difficult for you. You've always suspected it was someone from your family, but you don't know that the real culprit is your Uncle Second."
There was so much information in the fat guy's words. I stared at him with a grim face, and my face gradually darkened.
"What do you want? I'm telling you, Uncle Second is my relative, and you're my friend. I won't suspect either of you."
The fat guy rubbed his head, looking very troubled. "Brother, it's not that I'm making you suspicious. The reality is right in front of you. What else do you want?"
He rubbed his faintly aching arm, pulled me aside, and whispered, "Don't you think there's something strange? The people your Uncle Second brought this time aren't from your main family, right? Logically speaking, your Chen family is a big family. Why did they send these kids?
"Let's not talk about Yan Yan. He's a complete mystery. What about the other two? Those two strange guys. Don't you think they're suspicious?
"Your Uncle Second has so many workers, but he didn't bring them. Instead, he brought these young people to risk their lives. And your whole family, although they're interested in your grandfather's notebook, what use can a notebook be?
"I think you've probably been targeted."
I thought of Uncle Second's advice just now that I shouldn't get involved in this mess, and also of the fact that he was hinting for me to hand over the notebook. A chill ran through my heart.
The notebook had always been in the old house. Even if I didn't move it, they could take it whenever they wanted if they really wanted it. Why did they have to target me?
Thousands of thoughts welled up in my heart. Suddenly, I thought of the back of that black - clothed man on that rainy night. Maybe that person could give me the answer.
A picture flashed through my mind extremely quickly. I turned around and quickly ran into the room, pushing open the door. Inside was empty. There was nothing.
I looked grim, looking at the empty bed beside me. Anger welled up in my chest. The fat guy shrank his neck beside me and didn't dare to make a sound.
"Why did he disappear again, Yan Yan?"
I roared angrily. The impatient one next door opened the door panel. "What's going on? Do you really think this is your home?"
Xu Yang opened the door and was also a bit puzzled when he saw the empty scene outside. He looked around awkwardly, and his expression wasn't very good either.