Zhuo Zhan wanted to ask something more, but he felt that big hand move away quickly. When he turned around, the man with the black collar badge had disappeared. But in front of him, Duan Fei, Duan Yue and his brother and sister were already walking towards him.

Came over.

Zhuo Zhan remained silent, thinking back to himself every word Black Collar Zhang said, feeling confused.

Duan Yue pulled up his scarf, revealing only his big, watery eyes, constantly looking into the campus.

Duan Fei also got a little impatient with the wait. He glared at the back seat of the little yellow car and complained: "Oh, why is the strong man so slow? It's a good thing I reminded him at noon."

"Come on, come on, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long!" Just as he was saying this, Zhuangzi ran over out of breath.

"What's going on with you?" Duan Yue was not in a hurry, but she also liked to tease Zhuangzi from time to time.

"Oh, Yue Yue, it's really not my fault. I behaved like a quail this afternoon and read cartoons in four classes. Unexpectedly, when school was about to end, I felt sick in my stomach. I guess it was after a strenuous run at noon.

Let’s eat and drink iced Coke.”

"How are you now? Does it still hurt?" Zhuo Zhan looked up at Zhuangzi and asked quickly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. I feel much better after a long recovery." Just as he was saying this, Zhuangzi's face darkened and he slapped his forehead: "Oh! Today is the release day of new figures in the animation city. My wife Rem's new figure is a maid.

Put on a new pose, what time is it?"

"It's almost 6:30. Let's go quickly. Uncle Wen will be anxious if we don't go there. It's already here. By the time you get to the animation city, your wife will have gone home with someone else, unless you beat her up." Duan Fei was impatient.

road.

"Oh, come on, I'll increase the price online afterwards. If the dumplings are lumpy, Uncle Wen will have to nag him to death." Zhuangzi complained.

"Hey, Zhuangzi, I said you change your wives every quarter? From Anna in the fifth grade to Rem now, there are dozens of them, right?" Duan Fei always said that he could not spare Zhuangzi.

"No way, this time you and I are very single-minded. From April last year to now, Rem has been firmly in the position of the main palace. But your and my harem is huge, so we have to get the rain and dew, right?"

"Don't be poor, ride your bike quickly, let's go." Duan Fei urged.

"Hey, the wind today is cold and hard. They say the wind is like a mother's hand, caressing us gently. Today's wind is like a stepmother's hand, slapping us to death! Don't ride on a little yellow car.

It’s so hard that I don’t have the strength to pedal any more. Please call me a Didi and I’ll invite everyone to take a ride back.”

Zhuangzi is never short of money, but he rarely uses money in front of everyone, unless there are special circumstances, such as today.

**********

The Jiang family's villa is located on the edge of Yanwei Lake in the west of the city. It is just a bland two-story white building. The yard is also a monotonous cement floor, without any luxury. How can you build a house in this place where land is so valuable?

The only one who can be so simple is this weird old man Jiang Youguo.

Jiang Youguo was the teacher of both Zhuo Zhan and Duan Fei's parents. Four years ago, Mr. Jiang and Zhuo Zhan's parents died together, so the old housekeeper Uncle Wen took Zhuo Zhan here to take care of him. Mr. Jiang's only granddaughter Jiang Xueyan also lives here.

But after entering university, she lived in the dormitory most of the time.

Zhuo Zhan and his party pushed open the door and saw the familiar figure of Uncle Wen working seriously. The bowls and chopsticks were already set, and it looked like the dumplings were just about to be placed.

"Uncle Wen, we are back!"

"Come in, you may be freezing today." A fat, kind face came out with a smile.

This is Wen Tai, the steward of the Jiang family. Zhuo Zhan and the others call him Uncle Wen.

Uncle Wen also worked as Mr. Jiang's assistant for a while when he was young. But he knew very well that his talent was dull and his cultivation was limited, so he could not help much in research. With the return of Mr. Jiang's only granddaughter Jiang Xueyan, he took good care of Mr. Jiang.

The backyard became Uncle Wen's biggest task, so he worked as the housekeeper of the Jiang family for more than 20 years.

Zhuo Zhan took off his coat, took a deep look at Uncle Wen, and then smiled lightly: "Fortunately, I came back from Didi. It's not cold."

"Hurry up, wash your hands and sit down. There is something else going on in today's mackerel stuffing. Give it a try." Uncle Wen greeted with a smile. Apparently, he did not notice that Zhuo Zhan was preoccupied.

"Uncle Wen, if you don't have to take care of Zhuo Zhan, I really want to bring you to my house and eat your cooking every day. That would be so happy!"

Zhuangzi, a foodie, has been worshiping Uncle Wen's apron since he was in elementary school. He often eats at high-end restaurants with his parents, but he still insists that Uncle Wen's cooking is his favorite.

"Uncle Wen, you made so many dumplings in one afternoon?" Duan Yue looked at the dumplings one after another and said in surprise.

"No, Xue Yan helped me with the work today. I'm not tired." Uncle Wen waved his hand.

"Who called me?" Jiang Xueyan flashed out of the kitchen wearing a black bodysuit and a Peppa Pig apron. For a beauty with a fashionable appearance like Jiang Xueyan, this combination gave the illusion of fashion.

Jiang Xueyan is tall and lean, with straight black hair tied up in a high ponytail, neat and capable, her skin is as clear as snow, and her slender phoenix eyes reveal two parts of arrogance and one part coldness, making people afraid to get close to her easily.

"You guys are here, wait, I'm going to serve the dumplings."

"Sister Xueyan, don't you have any classes today?" Duan Fei walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and asked with concern while helping Jiang Xueyan get the plate.

"I have two classes in the morning and I didn't go to the computer class in the afternoon. The university is very relaxed, unlike your high school."

While talking, the dumplings were put on the table, and everyone started to enjoy them.

"Well, Uncle Wen, it's so delicious. Chives are added to it, right?" Duan Yue bit into the dumpling and looked inside carefully.

Uncle Wen smiled mysteriously: "Half of the answers are correct, guess what else?"

"These dumplings are so fresh and slippery, they must have added soup stock." Zhuangzi smacked his lips and said seriously.

"Hey, Zhuangzi is right." Uncle Wen slapped the table, his eyes bright: "It's a soup stock made with scallops and lobster heads."

"Hey, Zhuangzi, your mouth is not in vain, you guessed it all." Duan Fei teased.

"Well, fortune tellers say I'm a big talker. How can I be so good at eating?"

"It would be great if you put this thought into studying." Duan Yue looked up at Zhuangzi and said helplessly.

"Hey, Yue Yue, how come you are saying the same thing as my mother? This is not good, you will get old quickly." Zhuangzi muttered with his mouth full of dumplings.

The dinner is warm and joyful, and with Zhuangzi as a living treasure, the atmosphere is always lively.

However, Zhuo Zhan has been absent-minded. He glances at Uncle Wen from time to time, and keeps recalling what the black collar badge said in his mind. But what he doesn't know is that the astute Jiang Xueyan is also looking at him, from the beginning of the meal to now.

After eating the dumplings, the dishes and chopsticks were cleared away.

Zhuangzi leaned on the back of his chair, looked at the bare tabletop, patted his belly, and said lazily: "What's the matter, what kind of program should we do on schedule? Four Yao Four, Red Ten, or Landlords?"

"Okay, let's play two rounds, just in time to eat up. Zhuo Zhan, where's the poker?" Duan Fei sat up straight and asked enthusiastically.

Zhuo Zhan was about to get the poker, but was stopped by Jiang Xueyan: "Hey, wait, I just remembered that there is a mahjong set in the basement. How about playing mahjong?"

"Okay, okay!" Zhuangzi's eyes lit up and he agreed. It is said that when he was a child in his hometown in Northeast China, his grandmother would put him on her lap and play mahjong with other old ladies, and they would play mahjong all day long. Zhuangzi

I don't know much about mahjong.

"Is Mahjong in the basement? I'll get it!" Zhuangzi said, getting up and walking towards the storage room, which is inside the storage room.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wen, who was still cleaning up in the kitchen, rushed out and grabbed Zhuangzi with plastic gloves stained with dishwashing liquid: "Hey, I'll get it, I'll get it, the things in the basement are dirty."

It’s messy, you can’t find it, and it’s covered in dust.”

As Uncle Wen spoke, he ran a few steps, got into the storage room, squatted down and opened the basement door.

Zhuangzi glanced at the nervous Uncle Wen, came over and said with joy: "Hey, Zhuo Zhan, do you think Uncle Wen has hidden any treasures in the basement? I've been here so many times, but I've never gone in.

Could it be that the golden house hides the beauty?"

"Get out!" Zhuo Zhan slapped Zhuangzi's dirty face and pushed him away.

However, while talking and laughing, I was thinking about lightning.

Uncle Wen never let him in this basement. Every time he saw Uncle Wen going down to move things and wanted to help him, Uncle Wen refused for various reasons such as it was too dirty, too messy, had no lights, and the ladder was broken.

Zhuo Zhan had felt that there was something wrong with this basement before, but at that time he only thought that Uncle Wen might have some private secrets of his own in it. Since Uncle Wen wouldn't let him in, he didn't think much about it, because it wouldn't be safe to expose other people's secrets.

good.

However, now that I think about it, I suddenly feel that this basement is very strange. If what the black collar seal said is true, and if there is really something behind the death of his parents, then Uncle Wen must be hiding something from him. And what Uncle Wen is hiding

The things are probably related to the accident and are probably hidden in this basement.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Zhan couldn't help but take a few more glances into the storage room.

In the ensuing siege of the city, Zhuo Zhan unexpectedly lost miserably, and his face was covered with notes by Duan Fei and Zhuangzi. Although he was still making jokes with everyone, his heart was like a mess.

Lying in bed at night, Zhuo Zhan could not fall asleep. Two impressions of Uncle Wen's usual care for him and Uncle Wen's reservations for him over the past four years interspersed in his mind, sweet and painful.

If you want to know the whole story, you must go and take a look in the basement.

Although the door of the storage room is unlocked, the door panel of the basement is always locked. It is impossible to destroy it by external force, and it will definitely be discovered.

But Uncle Wen carries the key to the basement with him every day, in the pocket of his wrinkle-free suit vest, and never leaves his body. Do you want to get it at night? But whenever Uncle Wen goes to bed, he always locks the door to the room. It really doesn’t matter.

The method works.
Chapter completed!