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Xiaohua took out something and handed it to Wuxie: "Take a look and see if there's anything strange about it."

What kind of little bag is that? The fabric is of good quality and made of fine materials, but it is embroidered with strange patterns, and there is a small box inside?

Looking at this pattern, I always feel very familiar: "I seem to have seen this pattern before..." Wuxie asked him again: "Can you open it?"

Xiaohua shook her head and took the things back.

"Can't open it? Let me try it later, maybe he can open it."

Xiaohua said: "I haven't opened it yet. The blind man gave it to me before and asked me to carry it with me. He didn't tell me what it was."

"That's it. What the blind man gave you won't hurt you at all. Don't worry about taking it with you. I'll take a photo and ask the fat man later. He has a good memory." Wu Xie couldn't sit still and asked him if he had anything else. ?

Xiaohua sneered: "You don't care about him so much. The blind man is gone, don't you even have the heart to chat with me?"

"Okay, okay, let's talk, what are we talking about?" Wuxie didn't dare to make this little god of wealth angry, so she stood up and poured him a cup of tea diligently.

"Nothing to talk about, just sit with me for a while."

Seeing that he was acting like an old man, Wu Xie felt helpless and had no choice but to slump on the chair in a daze. After a rare moment of silence, Wuxie thought about his thoughts.

"Do you feel that something is wrong? The blind man is so skilled that he was subdued so easily?"

"Well, I found it." Xiaohua drank another cup of tea.

Wu Xie couldn't figure out what was so delicious about that thing. Do rich people like to drink tea?

"Then they tricked us into coming here," Wuxie stretched and sat down on the chair and said, "Someone asked a blind man to trick us into coming here. Then something will happen in Hangzhou or Beijing. Use the fat man's elimination method. When it comes to calculation, a man who can command a blind man... can't calculate, but a man who has money can make a blind man grind the mill."

"I do have an idea," Xiaohua looked at Wuxie and gently spit out a person's name: "Wu Sansheng."

"Hmm..." Wuxie looked at him with raised eyebrows and said, "Maybe untie the chain."

"I left a message at Third Uncle's house yesterday. If their message goes smoothly, Third Uncle should be able to understand what I mean."

Wuxie thought for a moment and said, "But we cannot rule out the possibility that there are spies in Third Uncle's team and may have intercepted the information."

"Is it possible that Jie Lianhuan received the message but did not read it? After all, he is not your third uncle. He may not be able to connect with you heart to heart."

Wu Xie disagrees with Xiao Hua's words: "Even if it is the fake Third Uncle, I have lived with him for many years and we know each other's habits. It is difficult for them to tell who is the real Wu San Sheng outside."

"Have you ever heard of a saying? Some masks can never be taken off if you wear them for a long time."

Xiaohua just looked at Wuxie quietly. She stopped drinking tea and kept playing with the cup in her hand.

Wuxie looked a little confused by him, and after a long while he said: "You have really changed a lot. In the past, you could at least pretend, but since you told that plan, the real you has been revealed. "

Wuxie smiled bitterly and said: "People will always change, but it is the difference between changes over time and forced growth. I am good like this. At least I am not so panicked when things happen, and I don't look like a fool."

"It's really hard for me to imagine your mentality when you finalize these plans. You said, now that we are with you, what about before?"

Before... Wuxie understood that he was talking about the illusory past life. How did I hold on at that time and how did I determine these plans?

Wuxie touched his right arm, and Xiaohua asked him: "What did you do to your arm?"

This question is very sharp.

"There's nothing, look." Wuxie rolled up his sleeves to reveal his smooth arms. He had been covering them for a while, and his arms were still a little white and tender.