Zhou Yuanyuan stood by the window and saw Wen Ziqing running very fast and coming to a small building.
Thick smoke was billowing out of the window of a room in a small building near the roadside. Zhou Yuanyuan looked closely and saw a slightly plump figure crawling towards the door in the smoke.
"What happened?" Wen Ziqing ran to the small building, grabbed the frightened little fat boy and asked.
"Wen...Wen...Brother Wen, it's exploded...exploded, the package exploded." The little fat man stuttered.
After living together in the compound for seven or eight years, the fat boy knew Wen Ziqing as the eldest grandson of Secretary Wen, and Wen Ziqing knew the fat boy as the eldest grandson of Mayor Wu, Wu Xiaobo, who was fourteen years old this year.
This Wu Xiaobo, in his previous life, was a renowned Chinese blasting expert. So, was he so interested in explosives now? It seems all successful people have a persistent pursuit of success. Wen Ziqing sighed to himself.
Since school was canceled, Wen Ziqing had been tinkering with car models at home all day long, while Wu Xiaobo, on the other hand, had been tinkering with explosive mixtures all day long. Over the past few years, there had been no fewer than three major incidents at the Wu family, but none as severe as today.
Wen Ziqing hadn't spoken much before, and he hadn't played with the other kids in the compound. But there were only a dozen or so small buildings in the compound, and only about a dozen families lived there, so the kids knew each other.
Wen Ziqing saw Wu Xiaobo with his burnt yellow afro and black and yellow streaks on his face, which made him look a little funny. However, at this moment, Wu Xiaobo was obviously unaware of his own shabby appearance.
Although Wu Xiaobo was a bit panicked, Wen Ziqing didn't think he was really nervous. It was no wonder, for someone who had played with gunpowder as a child, how could he be frightened by the sound of an explosion? Wen Ziqing guessed that Wu Xiaobo's fear was probably half feigned, just to avoid his father's beating. You have to know that Wu Youcheng's way of educating his children was not about reasoning. If a child got into trouble, he would beat them without hesitation. Many people in the compound had gone to the Wu family's house to grab Wu Youcheng to beat the children.
When Wen Ziqing heard the fat man say that the explosion was not caused by the explosives he made, but by a package, his face changed: "Package? What package? Where did it come from?"
In Wen Ziqing's previous life, there was a period of time when "bomb packages" often appeared. Some criminals deliberately sent packages containing bombs to the people involved in order to cause harm to them.
In this era, people are relatively simple-minded. Wen Ziqing has never heard of the existence of such a thing as a "bomb package". Who sent such a package to the Wu family? Or did the little fat man make it for fun?
"A package this big. I found it next to a trash can." Wu Xiaobo stretched out his hand to measure the size of the package. It was about 20 centimeters wide and square. Wu Xiaobo found it next to the trash can when he went out to throw away the garbage this morning. The package had a note saying "For the destined recipient."
Fourteen-year-old Wu Xiaobo was curious at the time, and when he saw no one was around, he secretly picked up the package and took it home.
"I, I read a book about time bombs a few days ago." Wu Xiaobo glanced at Wen Ziqing, seeing no disdain or accusation on his face. He then continued, "I heard a ticking sound inside, a bit like the time bomb described in the book, so I carefully took it apart. I didn't expect it to explode halfway through...explode."
The little fat man swallowed his saliva after he finished speaking, obviously still in shock.
"Well, don't pick up things randomly next time. It's dangerous!" Wen Ziqing patted the little fat boy on the shoulder and warned him.
"What's going on?" Wen Ziqing was talking to Wu Xiaobo when several families in the compound came out to check what was going on. The explosion at the Wu family's house was so loud, and since everyone was on holiday at home, the noise startled many people.
"Xiaobo, you naughty boy, are you playing with some weird things again? Oh~ Looking at you like this, I am almost mad to death." Sun Yuqin had just come back from outside and saw a group of people gathered in front of her house. Her grandson Wu Xiaobo looked embarrassed. How could she contain her anger?
Wu Xiaobo likes to play firecrackers when he was five or six years old. He often secretly collects the remaining gunpowder and sulfur in the firecrackers he lets go to create new firecrackers. For this matter, Wu Xiaobo was beaten up by his parents a lot.
"Grandma, this is none of my business. I found an unopened package in the trash can outside and brought it back out of curiosity. I didn't expect it would..." Wu Xiaobo refuted Sun Yuqin's words. He hadn't played with gunpowder for more than a year. Why did grandma always remember those old stories?
"Okay, okay, Auntie Sun, I'm glad you're okay." Wen Yulong stood aside and watched Wen Ziqing and Wu Xiaobo talking without interrupting. Sometimes children will tell each other the truth, but it won't always be the same if an adult intervenes. Seeing Sun Yuqin's rage, Wen Yulong quickly tried to persuade her.
It’s okay for a child to be naughty, luckily nothing happened to him, otherwise it would be really upsetting during the New Year.
Sun Yuqin was terrified. She stretched out her hand and slapped Wu Xiaobo on the back, yelling, "You kid, hurry back to your room and pack up. Wait until your dad comes back and see if he'll let you go!"
Wu Xiaobo returned to his small building with a bitter face.
Seeing that nothing happened, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Zhou Xi and Wen Yiran stood in front of the Wu family's small building, looking at each other and shaking their heads. However, both of them had serious expressions.
Wen Yiran wondered who had placed the package next to the trash can. If it hadn't been picked up by Wu Xiaobo, but by another clueless child, the consequences would have been obvious. Injuries or even deaths wouldn't have been surprising.
Zhou Xi was wondering what the probability was that this was targeting Wen Yiran. Whose interests had been hindered by Wen Yiran's job transfer? Was the person who left this package targeting Wen Yiran?
At the windowsill, Zhou Yuanyuan saw Zhou Xi's familiar figure and couldn't help but squat down.
The old man in Sanhe Town who was knocked unconscious by Zhou Yuanyuan! Zhou Yuanyuan recognized him immediately. Why did he come here? To seek revenge? Or did he have something to do with Grandpa Wen?
Zhou Xi raised his head and glanced around, but found nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but frown. Just now, Zhou Xi clearly felt a gaze directed at him, but unfortunately it was gone in a flash, and even if Zhou Xi wanted to chase it, he couldn't do anything.
"Yuanyuan, what's wrong?" Wen Ziqing returned to the Wen family and saw Zhou Yuanyuan panicking and looking guilty, so he hurriedly asked.
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