MYSTERY OF THE NIGHT STREET

The shoes disappeared

He closed his mouth with a hand and said in a soft voice "That day, when there was a problem with your Master, didn't anyone come here and call him to tell him the news? Well, why do you think it can, why at the University there is absolutely no one named Angel."

When I heard it, I was surprised too.

When Angel entered the University, Master deliberately held a party and entertained everyone in the temple in front of his house.

I remember very clearly, Angel did study at that University.

How could this be, why could there be no one named Angel at the University.

This is really weird.

Usually people who go to college will definitely go home during the summer holidays, Angel not only comes home in the summer holidays, even when the new year he does not come home, for 2 years in a row.

If it wasn't for his father dying, maybe he would never have come home either.

After giving the groceries to Grandpa Buta, I plan to return home for a while.

Although it was said that ghosts could not climb into Father Mother's bed, but the shoes I put in the house kept me from being calm.

In order not to become an unwanted thing it is better to ask the Blind Grandfather to take action immediately.

Arriving home, Dad was out, Mom was holding an old photo and looking at it, while occasionally smiling.

Seeing me go home, Mom waved "Ryung, hurry up and look at this."

In my heart, I also wondered what photos Mom was looking at, to make her so happy.

It was an old photograph, the color was yellow, 2 men were together.

One of them is my father.

The other was a bespectacled man who looked very dignified, he was sturdy in the arms of a small child who was around 3 or 4 years old.

The little boy had very white skin, looked very adorable.

Mother said "This is Uncle Thio in question who he carries is Tya his son, funny right, he looks very much like a foreign child, he said, she must have grown up to be a beautiful girl.

I said, "Mom, Dad said, they were just kidding don't take it seriously."

My mother glared and said "Oh, stupid boy, why are you stupid like this, what kind of person Uncle Thio, what kind of family, if you marry his daughter, then?? then it would be amazing."

I had absolutely no interest in hearing this, I immediately opened the curtains and entered the room.

Where are those shoes?.

The corner of the room was empty and there was nothing, the paper on the bed was no more. I spontaneously cried out in panic" Mother....Ma???.

My mother walked in "What are you yelling "

I panicked so I grabbed Mom's arm "That shoe, that shoe, that shoe I put in front of my bed, where???.

Mother asked in wonder "Shoes? What shoes, I don't see them."

I said, "The red, small shoes worn by women of old."

Mother's conversation paused for a moment and continued saying "Oh it, Mylo came looking for you."

Mylo is my cousin's sister, she's 6 years old, a little kid who likes to be close to me.

I immediately looked up, whether the shoes were taken by the snot boy.

It cannot be played because it is directly related to life.

I have to get it back right away.

In a hurry, I ran out and went to look for Mylo.

My mother screamed to see me go "My son, you haven't eaten."

At a time like this I no longer have appetite, the longer the shoes are not taken back, the greater the danger will also be caused.

First I went to the house, but he wasn't there.

I went to my usual place to play and I didn't find it at all.

All the places that he often made a place to play have been all but nothing.

This boy is invisible.

School !

Only the school that I have not been to, I immediately ran towards the school.

The school in our village has been abandoned for several years, 3 slum rooms and a clay court, even so, the children still enjoy playing there.

The school flag kept fluttering, the laughing sounds of the little children were blown in the wind and made me hear "Sister, even higher, even higher, hahaha ??"

There really are people !

I accelerated my run.

A little boy was playing a swing on a very wide field.

The little boy was wearing a black shirt with his hair cut to almost bald, the swing was slowly getting higher, the little boy kept laughing happily, who else if not my sister Mylo.

I called him "Mylo!"

The laughter of the child instantly came to a halt, the vast field was again struck by silence.

No one else was there, Mylo was playing with whom, he got off the swing, looked at me tensely, I asked "Where are you under my little shoes?"

The little boy said nervously "I gave it to brother "

Brother???.

I asked "Which brother???.

The little boy turned around and pointed to a tree by the field and said "That big brother."