Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Hearing the man call him "little brat", Chang Qing immediately thought of the faxes he found in the room.

The person named Su Cheng on the fax called him "little brat".

It seems that the man is his uncle Su Cheng.

However, Chang Qing did not rush to answer. He knew almost nothing about his so-called uncle. In order not to reveal the flaw, he did not speak.

"Hello? Hello?"

After a moment, the man's loud voice came again.

"I'm listening."

Chang Qing said as naturally as possible.

He was good at disguise. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to behave as he usually does. After all, the person he wanted to pretend was himself.

"Where are you, little brat, I'll find you."

"First People's Hospital."

"Okay, wait for me at the door."

"How long."

"Half an hour."

The conversation between the two was crisp and clear. Su Cheng did not ask Chang Qing why he went to the hospital, and Chang Qing did not ask him what he wanted to see him for.

This also conforms to Chang Qing's original language habits.

There was still half an hour left, so Chang Qing was not idle. He first rolled up his medical report and X-ray film and threw them into the trash can.

Then he continued to look for all the information about "pain" on his mobile phone.

Half an hour passed quickly, during which Chang Qing kept his head down and focused on his mobile phone.

He deliberately did not look up to avoid not recognizing Su Cheng's car and arousing suspicion.

Finally, a rough male voice came from the door of the hospital, shouting in Chang Qing's direction.

"Hey! Kid, get in the car!"

Chang Qing looked up and saw a very conspicuous off-road pickup truck parked in front of him.

He walked over and pulled the door hard. The door handle seemed to be welded shut, and it was covered with dried and caked mud.

Su Cheng saw that he did not pull it open, so he opened the door for him from the inside. As soon as the door was cracked, the deafening music and pungent smell of smoke came out.

Chang Qing frowned and sat in. Su Cheng turned off the music, came forward, hooked his shoulders, and hugged him tightly.

"You've lost weight, kid. I heard from your mother that it's because of wrist cutting?"

He still had a cigarette in his mouth, and his mouth was full of cigarette smell.

Chang Qing didn't answer him, but secretly looked at the man in front of him.

Judging from his age, Su Cheng should be about 40 years old, but he looks very young, not like a 40-year-old middle-aged man at all.

He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and an oil wax jacket on his upper body. It was obvious that he had been maintained for a long time and was very hard.

He wore a pair of sunglasses on his face, covering a scar from his eye socket to the corner of his forehead. The stubble on his chin was a little long, and it looked like he hadn't shaved for some time.

The only thing worth praising about this man might be his strong body. His bulging muscles can be seen clearly even through his clothes. His strong arms bulged his oil wax jacket, making a creaking sound as he moved.

The car was as unkempt as he was. It was muddy outside and messy inside.

The back seats were full of sundries, ranging from knives, guns, sticks, tents, fishing nets, and even folded inflatable boats.

From flashlights, flints, beacons, Chang Qing even saw a simple flash bomb.

It was hard to imagine how this man dared to drive this car on the road. Wasn't he afraid of being checked?

Seeing that Chang Qing didn't answer, Su Cheng stretched out his big hand and ruffled his hair.

"You kid, I just came back and ignored hundreds of confidantes to care about my eldest nephew, but you have this attitude. I am so disappointed."

"I'm actually fine."

Chang Qing didn't know what to say. He could only put himself in his shoes and think about what attitude he should use to face this uncle.

Seeing that he was still cold, Su Cheng didn't care. Maybe Chang Qing was just like this. He was used to it.

"Let's go, come sit at my place."

After saying that, he drove Chang Qing all the way and finally stopped the car in front of a remote store.

The store looked very shabby, and the plaque that had faded after being exposed to the wind and sun had the words "Chengxin Antique Store" written on it.

Su Cheng stopped the car, pulled open the dusty roller shutter, opened the door, and took Chang Qing in.

The antique shop was ordinary, and even the scattered items on the shelves were not full.

Although Chang Qing had no knowledge of cultural relics and antiques, he knew that these things should be fakes when he saw the terracotta warriors holding AKs and the same model of the Dragon Slaying Sword as in a certain online game on the shelf.

Su Cheng led him all the way to the interior of the antique shop until he came to a staircase.

The staircase went down, and Chang Qing followed him all the way down to aIn front of the door of a room that looked like a utility room.

Su Cheng took out the key and opened the door.

There was no light in this basement, and it was pitch black inside. Su Cheng touched the door and turned on the light.

The next moment, the true appearance of this basement appeared in Chang Qing's eyes.

Four words appeared subconsciously in his mind.

"Secret base".

The so-called basement is actually an office.

The office is surprisingly large, as big as half a basketball court.

The tables, chairs and bookcases are all made of solid wood. The table alone occupies more than ten square meters. It looks very old and is maintained to be shiny. It is not a cheap product at first glance.

Leather sofas, fur carpets, crystal chandeliers, everything is available.

A huge map is hung on one wall, covered with sticky notes and photos, densely recording a lot of information.

On the other wall were some strange collections, unknown animal fur, a goat head with four eyes, insect elytra as big as a calf, a dry sucker tentacle as thick as a thigh...

Although these strange crafts looked exaggerated, they were lifelike and realistic, and must be worth a lot of money.

There were some photos and many exquisite ornaments on the table and bookshelf.

Rotary telephone, feather pen, antique hunting gun, unknown insect specimens, and even a whole row of parchment scrolls on the bookshelf.

Several simulated fireplaces also started to supply power, and soon the whole house was warm.

If there was not a row of screens hanging opposite the table, which were playing real-time surveillance footage of every corner of the antique shop inside and outside, on the ground and underground, Chang Qing would even think that this room belonged to a private detective during the Prohibition period.

Even Chang Qing couldn't help but like this room.

There should be no man who could refuse to stay in such a place.

At this moment, he finally realized that Su Cheng was Su Qingyan's younger brother. Although he looked unkempt, how could he be short of money?

Su Cheng sat down at his desk naturally, put his feet on the table, and took a comfortable posture.

"Tell me about your story. In my impression, you have nothing to do with suicide. What happened to you?"

"What is this, an investigation? An accusation?"

Chang Qing also moved a chair and sat opposite him.

Su Cheng frowned, took off his sunglasses, and carefully looked at Chang Qing again.

"Little guy, you are very wrong. What are you hiding?"