"Is this... a treasure map?"
Chen Zhong, who had extensive experience in online literature reading, frowned and immediately paid attention. The more plain and simple the map was, the more likely it was to contain treasures.
"It's ancient and outdated, and its origin is unknown. This means that the map itself and the treasure trove may be full of dangers. My current strength is not much stronger than that of an ordinary person. Let's not think about it for now. We can talk about it when the time comes." Chen Zhong put away his thoughts that were beyond his scope. According to the novel, this kind of thing can only be touched after he can stand alone.
So the map continued to gather dust in the bracelet.
…
A small truck drove away on the road outside the forest. The driver was Chen Zhong, who changed into the work clothes and baseball cap in the car.
In the mountains and forests, the small villa had been destroyed by the spiritual formation. Only a little dust and debris of earth, wood and bricks remained on the muddy ground. It was impossible to tell that a mansion had ever existed here.
The pickup truck entered the suburbs of Linglong City. In a wasteland, there was a van that Chen Zhong had prepared a week ago. After moving things around and calling the car rental company, Chen Zhong drove away.
After entering the city, I didn't go home directly. Instead, I wandered around aimlessly for a few times and then found a moving company to deliver my things to the community.
The things were not moved home, but were placed in a private warehouse that Chen Zhong rented and locked with eighteen locks.
After all, he would have to face Jia Shuangshuang later. People's hearts are hidden, so he only let down his guard against Jia Shuangshuang by 10%.
At home, a girl and a cat were looking forward to it. "Stranger Things" was playing on TV, and the girl, who was a bit too naive, turned pale with fright.
I was worried that Chen Zhongcai couldn't sleep, but after watching TV, he couldn't fall asleep either.
"Zhang Ming is dead, you can start taking care of your parents' funeral arrangements." Chen Zhong said with a smile.
Unable to sleep, Jia Shuangshuang threw herself into Chen Zhong's arms, tears welling in her eyes. She trembled and said, "Thank you... Thank you... I will definitely repay your kindness!"
Chen Zhong, having lived two lives, felt for the first time the sincere embrace of a fifteen-year-old girl... It seemed... It was not as comfortable as hugging Daju.
Chen Zhong gentlemanly pushed the soft and fragrant body away. "This is also to eliminate danger for myself. Don't think too much. Since Zhang Ming is dead, you should go back. We should try to have less contact in the future. Also, I suggest that you leave Linglong City and seek refuge with a cousin or aunt."
Jia Shuangshuang was stunned, her eyes reddened, and she was about to cry, "Are you worried that the Mingqi Society's revenge will involve me? But this matter itself has nothing to do with you, I must repay you!"
"No, you think too much. I'm just used to being alone and can only accept a fat cat at most." Chen Zhong answered politely but awkwardly.
Jia Shuangshuang was right. Chen Zhong really didn't want any trouble to come to her in the future. This was only one reason. The more important reason was that she was an outsider.
The person you sleep with for ten years may not necessarily know everything about you. They each sleep on a big bed on the floor, and at most they are sharing the house for a period of time.
Only by decisively severing the entanglement between the two now can we avoid all kinds of troubles in the future!
Having said this, Jia Shuangshuang nodded absentmindedly and walked out reluctantly.
"Wait!" Chen Zhong shouted.
Jia Shuangshuang was startled and turned around in ecstasy, staring at Chen Zhong with expectation.
"Put it down." Chen Zhong pointed at the big orange in Jia Shuangshuang's arms.
Daju rubbed the back of his head, looking very reluctant.
Jia Shuangshuang(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Ugh! I hate Hearts of Iron and that shit!
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