Chapter 103 A reclusive master would never be in such a sorry state!
The balcony faces a spacious back garden, with deep shadows of trees and undulating waves of flowers.
It's really inconvenient to see where Master Song went.
After a moment's thought, Wen Yao asked her way to the monitoring room.
The security guard in the monitoring room was playing on his phone when he saw someone enter. He was startled and quickly turned off his phone.
The person who brought Wen Yao in was the security captain. He glared at the security guard in the monitoring room and said, "This is Miss Wen. She said she saw a thief and wants to check the surveillance footage."
The security guard was inwardly groaning. Judging from the captain's attitude, this Miss Wen was a distinguished guest. How could he have run into him neglecting his duties?
He really just started playing for a little while!
Wen Yao didn't say anything, but politely asked the security guard to pull up the surveillance footage from the back garden.
The Lan family manor has numerous surveillance cameras. The monitoring room has more than twenty regular monitoring screens, each with nine monitoring feeds.
There is also a large surveillance camera in front of the security guard's seat, which is used to magnify and project the surveillance footage.
The security guard pulled up the surveillance footage one by one, finally stopping at a viewpoint in the northwest corner of the back garden.
There really was someone standing in front of the iron fence.
"Isn't this Master Song?!" The security guard's expression was strange.
He's carrying a bag, so he must be leaving. Why isn't he using the main entrance?
Master Song wanted to go through the main entrance, but if he did, he would surely walk into the police station the moment he stepped out the door.
Looking at the nearly two-meter-high iron fence, Master Song gritted his teeth, gripped the white iron fence, and prepared to climb over the wall.
"Buzz buzz buzz~" This is the sound of electricity coming from the iron fence.
"Buzz buzz buzz—" This is the alarm sounding in the monitoring room.
"Oh no!" came the security guard's exclamation. "The iron fence is electrified!"
"Ah!" Wen Yao turned her head to look at the security guard.
The security guard's lips twitched as he explained to Wen Yao, "These white iron fences are electrified with about 10mA of alternating current. It won't kill you, but it will make your whole body go numb."
Moreover, an alarm will sound when the power grid is triggered.
The security guard was restless. Should he call the police or notify the security captain?
He tentatively asked, "Miss Wen, shall I go and inform the captain?"
Wen Yao's eyes, as clear as autumn water, were full of playful laughter, and her voice was sweet:
"Wait a minute, what if Master Song just accidentally touched it?"
"How could it be an accidental touch while carrying a bag?" the security guard wondered to himself, but did not refute Wen Yao.
Master Song probably can't get out of here, so let's just wait a while.
"ah!"
As soon as Master Song touched the iron fence, his hand was shocked by an electric shock, and a needle-like stinging pain quickly spread throughout his arm.
He took two steps back in alarm. It was actually powered on?
After a while, Master Song felt his hand gradually regain feeling.
He had nowhere to retreat; even if the fence was electrified, he had to get through!
Master Song took off his shirt and wrapped it around his hand.
This garment is made of pure cotton, so it should provide some protection.
Master Song gripped the railing tightly with his hands, which were wrapped in clothes. The electric current did decrease considerably, but it still stung.
He braced his rubber shoe soles against the fence, arching his bare upper body backward, afraid of getting an electric shock to his stomach.
His skin was flushed, and with that posture, he resembled a boiled shrimp.
The security guard was barely holding back his laughter. He pinched his thigh hard and stole a glance at Wen Yao.
I noticed that Wen Yao's lips were also upturned.
Master Song's second attempt also failed; the garment was of limited length, and the space for movement was too small when it covered both hands.
I climbed for a long time, but couldn't stand the electric current anymore, and only made it halfway.
Master Song looked around and confirmed that the place was very secluded and no one was coming.
His face was ashen, his expression long and drawn, and he pulled down his pants with tremendous force.
In summer, people wear fewer clothes, and now that he's taken them off, he's down to just his underwear.
Master Song played the role of a wise man for so long that, despite having no real ability, he enjoyed the prestige associated with it.
Now, in broad daylight, his clothes were disheveled, and he felt deeply resentful.
With his left hand covering his shirt and his right hand covering his pants, Master Song began his third attempt.
Of course, it still failed.
"Sizzle sizzle~"
"Sizzle sizzle~"
...
The security guard went from sitting upright at the beginning, to bursting into laughter, and now he's just speechless.
He couldn't help but complain, "Is this Master Song here to steal electricity?"
Are you still going to keep stealing?
Stealing electricity—that's such a vivid description! Wen Yao covered her mouth and burst into laughter.
After a long pause, she cleared her throat. "Let's go, let's go catch Master Song together. I see his backpack is bulging, he might have stolen something."
"Okay." The security guard breathed a sigh of relief and immediately called his captain via walkie-talkie.
Finally, Wen Yao led a large group of security guards toward where Master Song was.
Master Song is now disheveled and extremely sensitive; the slightest disturbance will make him jumpy.
Hearing someone approaching from afar, he was so frightened that he immediately grabbed his clothes and hid in the flower bushes.
"Huh? I just saw Master Song here on the security camera!" the security guard said, puzzled.
The security captain ordered everyone to spread out and search, while Master Song hid in the flower bushes, trembling with fear.
He kept reassuring himself that the flower fields here were so lush that they wouldn't be so easy to find.
"Thump!"
Master Song suddenly felt a kick in his back, and what was even more terrifying was that there was no one behind him at all.
Overwhelmed with fear, Master Song lost his voice.
He rolled to the side in fear, only to be kicked again, but still couldn't see anyone.
Next, unseen punches and kicks rained down on Master Song.
He pounded his chest hard, finally letting out a scream, and scrambled out of the flowerbed.
"A ghost! A ghost! A ghost!!!"
Master Song screamed as he ran towards the iron fence. His mind was a blur, and only one thought occupied his mind:
We must escape! This manor is haunted!
Master Song, who was naked, suddenly pressed himself against the iron fence. After another electric shock, he collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
I don't know if it was from being frightened or from being electrocuted.
Security guards: "..."
Wen Yao: "..."
The security captain couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this really Master Song, or some wild man who accidentally wandered in?"
He was naked, covered in mud and grass, and no one would doubt that he was a homeless man with a mental problem.
This is in stark contrast to the previous ethereal and otherworldly Master Song.
The security guard took Master Song's backpack, opened it, and found it full of valuables, including several bank cards and many exquisite and valuable ornaments.
There was even a pure gold Bodhisattva that Madam Lan worshipped, but no one knows when Master Song stole it, and no one noticed.
Madam Lan was still undergoing emergency treatment when the security captain contacted the housekeeper. Upon hearing the news, the housekeeper was devastated.
She lost her usual composure and fortitude, her face haggard as she looked at Wen Yao, her voice trembling: "This must be a misunderstanding, Master Song is truly skilled!"
Wen Yao didn't argue. She took out a tablet she got from the security guard and played a video for the housekeeper of Master Song climbing the iron fence naked.
The butler's expression instantly turned cold: "That damned liar, I'm going to send him to jail for the rest of his life. He'll never have a good day again!"
A reclusive master would never be in such a disheveled state!
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