Chapter 51: Junxi Manor
Liu Maosheng pushed the door open and saw the golden mirror painted blue and placed on top of the toilet. He was delighted and said, "Okay! Let's fix it this way!"
Tu Lanxun put away the golden mirror and said, "Uncle Liu, we should hurry up and ask it. Saving people is the most important thing. How is the situation over there?"
Liu Maosheng nodded: "Same, I didn't lie."
The two men asked carefully for information about the "Morning Glory". Golden Mirror confessed honestly that Morning Glory was a man who liked to wear light brown suits, had medium-length hair, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked quite gentlemanly, but in fact he was not good-looking.
Tu Lanxun didn't want to hear any of this and continued asking, "Whose organization is Qianniu from? What's the name of your organization? Is it based in China or abroad? What company is it operating under?"
The golden mirror was almost in tears. It knew nothing about any of this. Its voice trembled, "I don't know. I was put into the mirror the moment I got here. I just do whatever they tell me to do. It's not my place to ask."
But it thought for a long time before finally finding a useful piece of information: "I've been to one of their places when I first arrived here. It's called... it's called... Oh, right, Junxi Manor!"
Tu Lanxun had heard of Junxi Manor. It was located on the land of the neighboring Fu City. It was not a residential real estate development and was not for sale to the public. It was luxuriously located next to a scenic spot in the suburbs of the city and was famous for two main reasons.
First, the people who live there are either rich or noble, because the average household has a single-family house of several hundred square meters, and there is also a green courtyard of more than a thousand square meters. At first glance, it is difficult to find which development regulations it complies with, but it has stood for decades.
Second, she had heard that Junxi Manor was actually used for business. She didn't know what kind of business it was, but it was probably illegal.
The information on the golden mirror was shaken off, and Tu Lanxun walked out of the bathroom. The energetic young man was still tied up, and N was standing beside him. Tu Lanxun looked at him again.
Now she has a rough idea of N's story in her mind. He was from Lucheng before his death. Perhaps because he was too annoying, he was retaliated against and his life trajectory was changed. Later, he went abroad to do an unknown job and then died.
But other people are dead after they die, but he turned into the boss ghost of the horror game "Gray Cave". Now for some unknown reason, he returned to Earth to scare people and cause chaos.
Liu Maosheng and Teacher Nie were people he met in the living stage, and Gao Dazhuang, Tie Shou and Golden Mirror were people he met in the BOSS stage.
What is consistent with N's style is that among all the people he knows, except for the mild-tempered Liu Maosheng, they all hate him so much that they want to bite their teeth off.
Tu Lanxun walked over calmly and asked, "How did he deal with it?"
N smiled: "Don't deal with it. Leave it alone for now."
He was fiddling with the young man's cell phone. He now knew that the young man's name was Zhou Hu. Zhou Hu's address book was turned upside down, but he only found Mr. Li, and there was no trace of Qianniu.
Zhou Hu curled up on the ground, humming inside the black plastic bag, "Qian Niu always contacts Mr. Li before coming here. Mr. Li then tells me that sometimes he'll come over without notice, usually when the job is urgent."
In other words, Zhou Hu couldn't contact Qianniu, but Mr. Li could.
N threw Zhou Hu's phone aside and looked at him without any emotion: "Where is Mr. Li now?"
Zhou Hu: "How would I know? Southwest? Subtropical? He can go wherever he wants to play."
N kicked him with the tip of his shoe. "Send a text message to Mr. Li, saying that Courtyard No. 1 has been breached, the intruder hasn't been caught, and the Golden Mirror seems to be dead. He won't respond to you no matter what you say."
Zhou Hu was stunned: "Say, what? Or why not call him? Can you talk to him over the phone? This matter has nothing to do with me anyway."
N said word by word: "Don't seek death, just post what I say."
Tu Lanxun nodded secretly. He must not take the initiative to call Mr. Li at this time. No one knows if there is any secret code in their conversation. Even the rhythm of breathing may be a message.
And calling him would be passive, I would have to send a text message and ask Mr. Li to call back, so...
Things went as Tu Lanxun expected. Five minutes after Zhou Hu sent the text message, Mr. Li called directly. They didn't answer the first call and hung up naturally. When they picked up the second call, Mr. Li's voice exploded like a cannon:
"Zhou Hu! What's wrong with you? What happened? It's fine if they didn't catch the man, but what happened to the golden mirror?"
Zhou Hu's mouth was blocked by Liu Maosheng, and he couldn't even breathe. Tu Lanxun opened the window, and the sound of the wind was clearly transmitted into the mobile phone, which made people feel cold.
Mr. Li's voice was no longer as irritable, but became urgent: "Zhou Hu, Hu Zi? Are you okay? Were you kidnapped? Are you still in Yard No. 1? If you're not dead, make a sound!"
"I'm telling you, Huzi doesn't know anything. You can do whatever you want with him. If you mess with me, I'll deal with you right away—"
Before he could finish his harsh words, N picked up his phone and threw it. The call was disconnected the moment it hit the ground. It didn't sound like someone had disconnected it, but rather like something else had happened and the connection was disconnected during the thrashing.
Mr. Li's brain was really quick. He quickly guessed the possibility that Zhou Hu was kidnapped, but it was just a guess. The harsh words were only spoken to possible intruders. He was actually not sure.
Although the phone was hung up, Mr. Li's voice was still coming from the other end, and it was fragmented. It was N's doing.
As long as the call was answered once, he could follow the clues and directly hack into Mr. Li's mobile phone.
A low conversation could be heard from the other side. Mr. Li could be heard leaving the noisy business K private room and going into another room. He said to someone unknown, "Something happened. Zhou Hu might have been ambushed or swallowed by the Golden Mirror. See if you can contact the Golden Mirror's clone."
Someone quickly replied: "I can't get in touch, but the data from the Golden Mirror is still running. Nothing's wrong. They just aren't replying anymore."
Mr. Li cursed loudly, "Damn it! It really was the Golden Mirror who did this to him. Whose family is closest to Guihua Town? Send them over to take a look."
On the ground floor of the hotel, Zhou Hu, who had only heard the first half of the call, was already trembling. He knew that he was not very important, but he did not expect to be abandoned so easily.
Even if he survived this time, would the higher-ups still need him to run a paper-making shop? He had the skills, but there were many others with them. Zhou Hu looked left and right, and the word "death" was the only thing he could see.
Tu Lanxun asked, "Should we go directly to Junxi Manor, or wait here?"
N replied: "Neither. I've located the number Mr. Li calls most often. It's a landline."
"Where?"
"The private hospital where Tang Weining was admitted."
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Tu Lanxun and others returned overnight and went straight back to Lucheng, rushing to the private hospital, of course, with Zhou Hu.
This was Zhou Hu's own strong request. He offered to provide them with more information. As long as they could take him away from Guihua Town, everything would be fine.
By the time the car entered Lucheng, it was already dawn. Tu Lanxun and the others were feeling sleepy, especially Tu Lanxun and Zhou Hu. Zhou Hu kept muttering along the way, "What a pity, what a pity, my family's inherited craft..."
Liu Maosheng was a good man. He knew Zhou Hu was just a gun, so he wasn't very nice to him, but he didn't mistreat him either. He started talking, "Is this a family craft?"
Only then did they know that Zhou Hu's paper-making skill was passed down from his great-grandmother. Zhou Hu's great-grandmother was the daughter of a funeral family. In her generation, there were two boys and four girls. However, feudal thinking said that skills should be passed down to men but not women. However, Zhou Hu's great-grandmother had always been a person of strong character. She endured beatings and scoldings and learned paper-making skills that were not inferior to those of her two brothers.
She was able to handle everything by herself, including seal carving, paper making, writing Yin-Yang documents, and printing on yellow paper. Although the traditional funeral industry suffered a temporary blow in the new era, this skill was still passed down to Zhou Hu's generation.
Zhou Hu had a bad life. He was not good at studying, so he started helping out in his family's paper-making shop at an early age. But before he came of age, his mother and father died one after another, one from a sudden illness and the other from a car accident, and the shop was almost lost.
By this calculation, Mr. Li is still Zhou Hu's benefactor. It was with the help of Mr. Li and his team that Zhou Hu's paper-making shop was able to gain a foothold and become bigger and stronger on Wax Plum Street. The only difference was that the name was changed to "Heijia".
In order to repay a favor and also to get in touch with a noble person, Zhou Hu has always been diligent in doing the work assigned by his superiors. Later, he gradually realized that what they did was unethical, but he couldn't bear it because they paid him too much money.
Tu Lanxun actually wanted to ask, did Zhou Hu’s family really die of natural causes?
While they were talking, they had already arrived at the hospital entrance. Zhou Hu's eyes and mouth were sealed, and he stayed in the car with Liu Maosheng. Tu Lanxun and N got out of the car and went into the hospital.
Tang Weining should have been discharged from the hospital. This hospital is white and bright. It is spacious like a museum from the outside, but inside, there are screens every three steps, so the privacy is quite good. It is mainly designed to serve high-net-worth patients.
The landline that N traced turned out to be the front desk on the first floor of the hospital.
Tu Lanxun stood there for a while, and suddenly figured something out.
If the extracted soul truly had the power to bring the dead back to life, where would this potent, albeit detrimental, medicine be most needed? Hospitals!
Especially this kind of expensive high-end private hospital.
Tu Lanxun walked towards the front desk. The handsome man dressed as a nurse behind the desk had been looking at him for a long time. Now he smiled and said, "How can I help you?"
Tu Lanxun paused and said, "I have a friend who has a rare disease and wants to come to Lucheng to find a better hospital for treatment. Could you please give me your phone number?"
The handsome nurse seemed to have heard a lot of similar questions. He smiled and said, "Just send it directly to our email." After a long pause, he added, "In fact, many public hospitals have very high diagnostic capabilities and charge lower fees."
The nurse was kind-hearted, but Tu Lanxun was mysterious: "My friend doesn't worry about the medical expenses. As long as he can be cured, anything is fine. It would be best if we could get a team of experts to consult. He doesn't have to worry about the compensation."
This caught the attention of the handsome nurse. He pulled out a business card from the front desk and handed it to Tu Lanxun. "If you need anything, just contact this medical assistant. I wish you and your friends good health and safety."
This is exactly what she wants. If there is really no problem with this hospital, she will be recommended to a bunch of clinical experts when she calls.
If she calls with a problem, will she be asked, "Do you need a special medicine that you can't tell anyone else?"
A special medicine made by extracting the soul of the victim.
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