Chapter 007 Wuxie Takes the Hook
009, feeling that the plan was successful, immediately took action.
I followed the clues online and found Wuxie's social account, then sent him a message pretending to be a good friend from college.
Wu Xie saw a message from a good friend he hadn't contacted for a long time. He thought he was asking to borrow money and became alert. But then he thought of his empty wallet...
Well, no one can cheat him out of his money!
Relieved instantly, Wuxie collapsed back into the chair and continued to lie down.
It must be said that 009's skill in drawing big pictures is still very good, worthy of being a system that has led several hosts.
After two hours of chatting, 009 successfully convinced Wuxie to go explore the abandoned building the next night and pick up some trash. They'd be looking for some old items left behind by someone who had moved, even though they didn't know what they were looking for.
After receiving the reply, 009 was immediately overjoyed, and imagined in his mind a 100,000-word article about the cold and aloof host and his silly, sweet and cute little wife.
It felt that after completing its mission and returning to the system space, it could write the story of this host and the target into its system autobiography.
Even though the host was so uncooperative and disgusted with the task, it was still able to complete the task perfectly. It really deserves to be the performance king of the love department!
Zhang Moyu stayed at Zhou Ming's house for one night. After confirming that everything was fine, he boarded a flight to Hangzhou the next day.
Zhou Ming's friend who needed help was much busier than him. He took some time out to meet with Zhang Moyu, and after discussing the remuneration, he immediately left in a hurry.
Zhang Moyu didn't rush to deal with it, and first walked around Hangzhou.
He kept wandering in the streets and alleys, releasing his blood perception from time to time, but there was never any response of blood resonance.
They quickly searched Hangzhou for a day but found no trace of the Zhang family.
When the sun set and the sky darkened, Zhang Moyu, who had walked all day without any results, put on a stern face and hailed a taxi on the street to go to his destination.
That place seemed to be quite famous locally. After paying triple the fare, the driver agreed to take him to the haunted old building in the suburbs.
Before Zhang Moyu arrived, Wuxie had already arrived at the old building.
As soon as he came in, Wuxie saw at first glance that the door at the entrance of the old building was locked tightly with a rusty iron chain, and a sense of curiosity immediately arose in his heart.
The people who lived in this old building had moved out a long time ago. There was a big word "demolish" circled in red paint on the outside wall, which obviously meant that the building was going to be demolished. He didn't understand why they had to add a lock here.
Since no one goes in or out, and there's nothing valuable inside, wouldn't it be redundant to add another lock?
Since he didn't know how to unlock the door, Wuxie felt that his trip was probably in vain and felt a little regretful.
Fortunately, he had thought it over again and again when he came here before, thinking that if there were stools that others didn't want, it would be a profit if he took them back. For this purpose, he even took out a snakeskin bag from the warehouse.
Thinking about it now, Wuxie suddenly felt that his previous busyness was stupid.
Wuxie thought of his antique shop which hadn't made any money in half a month, and couldn't help but sigh, and slammed the door with some annoyance.
As a result, the door opened directly under his force, and the rusty iron chain lock fell to the ground with a clatter. Wuxie used too much force and rushed in directly.
Before he could stand firmly, he stumbled and stepped on the iron chain on the ground. He slipped again and fell with a thud. Wuxie fell prostrate on the stairs, grimacing in pain.
Wuxie gritted his teeth and fell sideways on the stairs, trembling. He looked at his scraped palm, felt the pain from his knee hitting the edge of the stairs, and kept taking in cold air.
As a young master who has been spoiled since childhood, when has Wuxie ever suffered such pain... Not crying out in pain was his last act of stubbornness!
Wuxie climbed up with his elbows supporting his body, sat on the steps to relax, and when he felt that the pain in his hand was not so severe, he bent down and carefully rolled up his trouser leg to check the condition of his knee.
As he expected, both knees had varying degrees of abrasions. The serious one was soaked with blood because he did not treat it at the moment, and his pants looked miserable.
Seeing this situation, Wuxie immediately took out some disinfectant and bandage stuff from the small bag he carried with him and treated himself briefly.
This time he has to thank his scumbag uncle.
If it weren't for his third uncle who had been bullying him since he was a child, causing him to get injured easily if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be carrying these medical instruments with him wherever he goes.
I don’t know what his third uncle has been doing recently. He is so mysterious and doesn’t even play with him anymore.
Taking a moment to think about the little darlings in Uncle San's house, Wuxie brought his thoughts back to normal.
Adhering to the idea that since he has come here, he would be at a loss if he doesn't bring anything back, he planned to explore the building first. In order to enter the building, he even injured his hands and legs. He couldn't return empty-handed no matter what!
After making up his mind, Wuxie went upstairs with a flashlight. Looking at the garbage piled up in the stairwell, he went straight to the room on the second floor without even looking at it.
Some old doors creaked when opened, and coupled with the dim and quiet environment around them, the atmosphere of horror was completely maximized.
Wuxie felt that only someone with a big heart like him would dare to come alone, and he was a little complacent about his bravery.
After entering the room, he waved the flashlight and looked around the empty room. He went into several rooms but didn't find anything valuable.
The people living here probably didn't have much money. He would only occasionally see some broken cupboards, discarded newspapers, clothes and other household garbage.
After touring the second floor, he found a box of beautiful marbles for children to play with and a few movie discs that looked well-preserved.
Although both of them were of little value, Wuxie found pleasure in the process of searching.
After putting his things away, he was just about to go up to the third floor to continue "picking up junk" when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing past him from behind, which made the hairs on his body stand up and he couldn't help shivering.
"It's only early autumn, is it already so cold out in the countryside? I should have put on a sweater before coming here."
Wuxie muttered softly, thinking that he was moving too fast.
It would be totally not worth it if you come out for fun and don't find anything good, and then catch a cold when you go back.
He quickened his pace and went up to the third floor. Wuxie didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the temperature on the third floor was several degrees colder than downstairs.
A hint of suspicion rose in his heart about this situation, but after all, having grown up under the red flag, Wu Xie, a believer in "Scientology," believed that this might be the result of the interaction of multiple environmental factors. It seemed interesting and he might research it when he had time.
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