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In fact, why grandpa wouldn't let him be beaten in his own home, and why he thought Zhong Yi had concealed part of the truth were all random nonsense from Wang Xiaoming.

He was just looking for reasons to hold Zhong Yiming back.

But he didn't know, he hit Zhong Yi's mind right and wrong.

Zhong Yi stared at Wang Xiaoming without speaking.

Wang Xiaoming's heart was beating like a drum, but he couldn't show it on his face, so he looked at him calmly.

In the end, Zhong Yi spoke first.

"Do you have cat food here?"

Wang Xiaoming = mouth =: "Huh?"

"Master Bai has the habit of eating late at night." Zhong Yi said, "But the cans are gone, so I haven't had time to buy them."

Wang Xiaoming said, "Excuse me?"

"It's in your hand." Zhong Yi impatiently compared the cat in Wang Xiaoming's hand: "Don't look at it as being honest now, and it will dare to scratch it even if you are Li Gang before the meal is served."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the cat in his arms.

This means...he doesn't plan to leave for the time being?

Zhong Yi seemed to know what Wang Xiaoming was thinking.

"I have a reason to find Grandpa alone, but I won't tell you." Zhong Yi said: "But what I said is true. I didn't expect you to be so useless. The clues are cut off at you." gone."

In fact, Wang Xiaoming didn't know. Although he pretended to be calm, Zhong Yi could see the panic in his eyes. With a little push, Zhong Yi probably knew what Wang Xiaoming wanted to do.

"Who are you saying is useless?" Wang Xiaoming saw Zhong Yi's arrogant expression come out again, wishing to throw Master Bai in his face.

"Cat food?"

"No." Wang Xiaoming said dryly.

Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows: "Then give it back to me, I'll take it to buy."

"... There are small dried fish in the refrigerator."

"Soak it in hot water before feeding it." Zhong Yi picked up the hiking bag and rattled again: "Where is the bathroom?"

"Upstairs... what are you doing?"

"Take a bath." Zhong Yi went up two stairs with one step of his long legs. Seeing Wang Xiaoming's question, he turned to look at him condescendingly: "It rained for a long time."

Wang Xiaoming felt that Zhong Yi's attitude changed a little too quickly - and his appearance was too natural!

But Zhong Yi thought about something else.

"That lock." Zhong Yi stood on the stairs, looking at the old lock on the back door: "Did your grandfather make it?"

"Correct."

"Don't drive." Zhong Yi left a word, turned and went upstairs.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the other person's back silently—what is "don't open"?Such an arrogant tone, as if it wasn't him who knocked and kicked Wang Xiaoming to open the door.

But Wang Xiaoming dared to be angry and dare not speak up.

There is no way, although Zhong Yi has an arrogant attitude, maybe Wang Xiaoming will ask him to help find his grandfather later.

After Wang Xiaoming endured the humiliation and fed the cat upstairs, he found that Zhong Yi was more impolite than he had imagined.

Wang Xiaoming lived in school most of the time, and the bed in the room was just a single bed. Right now, Zhong Yi was lying on the bed unceremoniously playing with his mobile phone. The light from the mobile phone screen illuminated the contours of his face. good.

But now Wang Xiaoming doesn't think he is handsome at all.

"This is my bed." Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Yi didn't raise his head: "Yes."

um what?

Zhong Yi's tone was so perfunctory that Wang Xiaoming couldn't even get angry.

"You occupy my bed, where do I sleep?" Wang Xiaoming tried to make his tone polite, he still remembered that he asked Zhong Yi for help.

Zhong Yi finally looked up: "Are you asking me? This is your home."

"Thank you for knowing that this is my home."

"You know better than me where there is a place to sleep in your house." Zhong Yi threw away the phone: "Good night."

Wang Xiaoming angrily took Zhong Yi's cat and left his room.

In fact, he still has a lot of things he wants to ask Zhong Yi, such as more details about the disappearance of those elders, what exactly Lu Banmen does, and how he plans to find his grandfather.

And my grandfather.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't sleep at all.

Is Wang Dazhuang really missing?

He didn't want to believe it.

From a very young age, it was Wang Dazhuang who took care of his grandson himself. They were together everywhere, except for Wang Dazhuang's business at night.

Wang Dazhuang is a good grandfather, he loves Wang Xiaoming very much.

Although he didn't want Wang Xiaoming to touch matters related to celestial masters, he taught Wang Xiaoming a lot of ways to protect himself when encountering things that cannot be explained by common sense.

Guangming Stationery Store not only opened in City S, but there were always only the two of them in the store. Wang Xiaoming always felt that home is where there is grandpa.

Now Zhong Yi suddenly appeared, said a lot of inexplicable things, and said that his grandfather would not come back.

How can this be?

Wang Xiaoming lay on his grandfather's bed, feeling flustered, so he turned over and stared at the ceiling.

He told himself to calm down.

If what Zhong Yi said is true, then his grandfather is also gone.

But Zhong Yi was neither at a loss nor flustered, he came out to look for someone as soon as he carried the cat on his back.

Although Wang Xiaoming didn't want to admit it, Zhong Yi was not just arrogant, he did have a sense of calmness and confidence, which made people feel that the old man was just missing, and the matter was not unthinkable.

In many times of panic, such a person will become everyone's tranquilizer.

But this man, who seemed confident, told him that he didn't know where to go next.

...so maybe he's really just showing off.

But it's not necessarily true, if it wasn't for him, he might have been stabbed to death by that black umbrella, or he would have been bitten to death...

Thinking of the black umbrella man and the child who was attacked, Wang Xiaoming became disturbed again, and finally fell asleep indiscriminately in the middle of the night.

The next day Wang Xiaoming woke up with a sense of suffocation.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a plump hairy butt.

"Why are you sitting on me?" Wang Xiaoming, who was sleep deprived, muttered.

Zhong Yi's cat was actually heavier than it looked, and it was sitting on Wang Xiaoming's chest at the moment, with a serious expression on his face.

"Go to your master." Wang Xiaoming chased it away: "I still have to sleep."

The black cat didn't move.

Just as difficult as its owner.

Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to get up and return the cat to Zhong Yi.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yi was already up.

Wang Xiaoming's bed was against the window facing the street, and Zhong Yi was sitting on the bed looking out at the moment.

Wang Xiaoming's heart skipped a beat, and he knew what Zhong Yi was looking at almost immediately.

"Is it still there?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

Zhong Yi withdrew his gaze: "What?"

"The one last night."

"That's evil." Zhong Yi said casually, "We must find a way to deal with it."

Wang Xiaoming felt that Zhong Yi's tone seemed to be saying: "I want poached eggs in the morning."

Of course he knew that it was not a good thing, and the resentment on the black umbrella was almost concretized.

It's just that this kind of thing is too fierce, let alone get rid of him, even a little closer, ordinary people can't stand it.

Wang Xiaoming also knew that if it was allowed to wander around the stationery store like this, it would be fine for a short period of time, and very few people would be able to see it. things, and itself will become stronger and stronger, if left unattended, there will be a catastrophe one day.

"You have a way to deal with it?" Wang Xiaoming said.

"This is your family's specialty." Zhong Yi said.

"I'm a squib, thank you." Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Yi glanced at Wang Xiaoming, obviously defeated by the other party's righteous attitude: "Is this something to be proud of?"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." Wang Xiaoming said, "You may be able to fight monsters, but you have a specialization in art. Can you watch new episodes without subtitles?"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Wang Xiaoming raised his head and chest to accept his gaze.

"...Forget it." Zhong Yi said, "What breakfast do you have?"

"Your Master Bai's leftover dried fish from last night."

"..."

"You're just kidding, don't come here." Wang Xiaoming took a step back and distanced himself from Zhong Yi, who had a dangerous expression.

“Breakfast is available!”

Zhong Yi stopped his movements.

Wang Xiaoming estimated the opponent's force value from the lean muscles on Zhong Yi's arm, and said half-flatteringly: "There is breakfast, and there are all kinds of flavors."

"Taste?" Zhong Yi frowned.

"Old Tan sauerkraut, braised beef, scallion, pork ribs, fresh shrimp and fish plate, which one do you like?" Wang Xiaoming smiled and showed his white teeth.

Cats eat better than Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Dazhuang can't cook, and of course Wang Xiaoming, who was brought up by him, can't cook either.

If Wang Dazhuang was at home, the two of them would occasionally buy some processed ingredients in the supermarket, boil them in water when they needed to make soup, and throw them into the pot for stir-frying for a few times, so they could be eaten.

But I can’t cook properly, and most of them still eat outside.

Wang Dazhuang was away, and Wang Xiaoming was too lazy to go out to eat. One of his hobbies was discovering various brands and flavors of instant noodles.

Although Zhong Yi was carrying a dusty mountaineering bag, a coat that he had worn for an unknown amount of time, and put on a hat to eat ashes all over the world, although Zhong Yi looked like an idiot, the facts have proved that Zhong Yi is better than Wang Xiaoming. too much.

Two eggs, one tomato, one handful of green onions and one noodle, Zhong Yi insisted on cooking a pot of vermicelli to a fragrant effect.

Sitting in the kitchen, Wang Xiaoming and Lord Bai sniffed hopefully at the same time.

Zhong Yi rummaged in the refrigerator for a long time, but apart from noodles and eggs, two hairy green onions and a tomato with wrinkled skin, he didn't even find ham sausage.

Even so, Zhong Yi won back a lot of impression points in Wang Xiaoming's heart with a bowl of noodles.

Wang Xiaoming asked Zhong Yi what to do next while sucking the noodles.

Zhong Yi's expression was solemn: "What I told you last night is true, my clues are broken - there were not many clues before."

"My grandfather didn't just go out for a stroll." Wang Xiaoming said, "He usually goes out only after receiving business from far away. This time he also said before leaving that he would go out to do a business." He also said that he would wait for him to come back. Let Wang Xiaoming teach him to use the computer to fight against landlords and follow the trend.

Wang Xiaoming didn't say the last sentence, but buried his face in the bowl and took a deep sip of the soup.

Zhong Yi looked at Wang Xiaoming with distaste and was shocked: "Did he tell you what kind of business it is?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "He never told me these things."

"But before leaving the house, he was in a good mood and said he would fight the landlord when he came back. I guess it's not a difficult job." Wang Xiaoming recalled.

Wang Dazhuang didn't bring many things with him when he went out this time. Usually, the more dangerous things were, the more magic weapons Wang Dazhuang brought with him, but this time Wang Dazhuang didn't bring anything except a few basic things.

So Wang Xiaoming felt that the entrustment, at least it didn't sound too difficult.