Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

After Fang Zhuo heard this, there was no emotion on his face, hehehe in his heart.

Believe it or not, if it weren't for seeing that you were smashed by me, you would be beaten to death.

He cleared his throat, "Have a good class, I'm leaving first." After he remembered something, he took out his wallet and saw the photos inside at a glance.

It was a group photo of the original owner and Bai Yueguang in high school. Song Guangyue wanted to smile, but the original owner was as happy as a fool.

Fang Zhuo resisted the urge to throw the photos, took out a few hundreds of them, and handed them to Xing Sen.

Xing Sen didn't reach out, Fang Zhuo said, "I know your grandma will give you pocket money, but I gave it to you, it's different."

Each one is full of the taste of father's love.

Seeing that the boy still refused to take it, he directly stuffed the money into Er Sang's trouser pocket, turned around and left.

Xing Sen's hands were put back into his pockets, holding the few banknotes, his deep eyes kept falling on the man's back.

As if he was afraid of being overtaken by the people behind, Fang Zhuo walked very fast, and accidentally tripped over his own foot.

Xing Sen's lips moved, "Childish."

"What are you looking at?"

The little follower approached from behind, wanted to pat Xing Sen on the shoulder, but when he remembered something, he forcibly retracted his hand.

"I didn't read anything." Xing Sen sat back on his seat and stuffed the book in his hand back into the desk.

After Fang Zhuo left the school, he tore the group photo into pieces and threw it into the trash can, then went to buy a mask and put it on.

According to the information given by the system, he found the place where Xing Sen used to live.

In the community garden, many grandparents were playing downstairs with their children. Fang Zhuo looked around and walked towards the gazebo on the right.

In the gazebo, more than a dozen uncles formed a circle, and on the stone table in the middle, two people were playing chess.

This is an old community, most of the residents in the community know each other, Fang Zhuo is a stranger, it is easy to make people wary.So he didn't ask rashly, but cautiously locked on a middle-aged man with a scruffy appearance.

He stood beside the man for a while before asking in a low voice, "Is there any house for sale in our community?"

The man said without looking back, "There should be, you go to the notice board to see."

Fang Zhuo didn't leave, and asked in a low voice, "I heard that there is a haunted house in this neighborhood?"

The other party frowned and looked back at him, "Do you want to buy?"

Haunted houses are generally lower than the market price because of "unlucky".

Some unscrupulous real estate speculators will deliberately buy this kind of house, after concealing the history of the house, resell it at the normal market price, so as to make a lot of money.

Fang Zhuo stared at the middle-aged man for a few seconds, "Think."

The middle-aged man's eyeballs rolled around, and he pulled Fang Zhuo aside, "Really?"

Fang Zhuo said, "Brother, do you think I'm joking?"

The man looked him up and down. His clothes were clean, his leather shoes were shiny, and most importantly, he was wearing a diamond watch. He should really want to buy a house.

Buying a haunted house and then reselling it, of course, the less people know about it, the better. Otherwise, when the buyer comes to inspect the house, he will be scared away by the gossip of the neighbors, and he will lose money.

The man said, "I really know, but I can't tell you this news for nothing, can I?"

He twirled his thumb and index finger, grinning silently.

Fang Zhuo took out two hundred and stuffed it into his hand, and said coolly, "Say it quickly."

The man put the money in his pocket, "The west door on the 18th floor of Building F in our community is a haunted house, and there is only one child left in the family."

"How long ago?"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival eight years ago."

"What's the specific situation?" Fang Zhuo took out the cigarettes he had prepared in his pocket and handed them over.

The man saw that he was quite upright, and poured out all he knew like pouring beans.

"The surname of the murdered family was Xing. I remember it very clearly. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival eight years ago, around ten o'clock in the evening, the police came to the community. Whoever killed them, both of them were hacked to death."

The man's voice was very low, and the description was very layered. Fang Zhuo subconsciously thought of the living room full of blood and the people lying in the pool of blood.

He swallowed, dispelled the picture in his mind, and asked, "Where is the son of the family?"

"Son? Let me tell you, the person who opened the door to the murderer is the son of that family."

Fang Zhuo said subconsciously, "That child couldn't have done it on purpose."

"Of course it wasn't intentional." The man continued, "It is said that one of the murderers is an acquaintance of this family."

Fang Zhuo felt sorry for Xing Sen, "How did the child escape?"

"It seems that the couple desperately locked him in the room, and the neighbors called the police in time, and the police rushed to the scene. The murderer was afraid and ran away, otherwise he might have lost the child."

Fang Zhuo frowned, "Is the child a witness?"

The man said, "Isn't it? In the beginning, there were policemen who protected him. Later, the whereabouts of several murderers were unknown, and they were gradually withdrawn."

"Besides, at the beginning, the child never left the house, and lived alone in it for three whole months. Thanks to our neighbors sending food, he was picked up by relatives later."

Xing Sen refused to leave, probably because of nostalgia and guilt.

In fact, this matter has nothing to do with him directly. The purpose of the other party's visit is very clear, which is to kill people.

At that time, all three members of the family were at home, and there were acquaintances outside. Even if he didn't open the door, Xing's parents would.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, the man bumped him with his elbow, "Hey, don't be in a daze, if you really want to buy this house, I can help you find the owner's contact information, but you have to give me a commission."

"Who is the owner?"

"That kid."

"..." I hit the muzzle of the gun when my brain was flooded, Fang Zhuo hurriedly waved his hand, "I'll think about it again."

The man said yes, and left a number, "If you want, you can contact me."

Fang Zhuo pretended to stuff the note into his wallet, and before leaving, he went around to Xing Sen's house to have a look.

The door was closed tightly, and the word "Fu" on it had faded, but was pasted again and again with transparent tape.

This period of Xing Sen's past was even more tragic than he imagined. There is nothing more cruel than seeing his relatives die while he is helpless.

What a poor boy, he must be very bitter.

Ah, I really want to hug him.

233,"You can give him more care."

Fang Zhuo thought, a little concern is not enough, Xing Sen tied himself up with a rope and locked himself in the past, what he needs is to be free from the past.

I am afraid that only by bringing the murderer to justice can the guilt and obsession in the young man's heart be eliminated.

When he got home that day, Fang Zhuo went to Xing Sen's room with a cup of hot milk as before.

Xing Sen read quietly with his eyes down.

Fang Zhuo approached lightly, put the milk on the table, and looked at Er Zao's back with a complicated expression.

No wonder he would be rebellious, with so many things in his heart, it would be good without a newspaper.

I wanted to go up and give him a hug, but I was afraid of disturbing him.

The man's gaze was so direct that it was hard for Xing Sen to ignore it. He raised his head coldly, "Do you have something to say?"

Fang Zhuo said, "No."

After speaking, he took a step forward, opened his arms to give the boy a loving hug, and patted him on the back, "No matter what the future holds, Papa will support you from behind."

Xing Sen pushed him away violently, his breathing was a little messy, and he used his eyes to accuse Fang Zhuo if he was sick.

Fang Zhuo was immersed in complicated emotions, and he didn't notice it. He reminded, "Remember to drink milk." Then he left the room.

The Xing family's parents are engaged in research and are busy with work. Most of the time, Xing Sen is at home alone.And Lu's mother is a woman. Although she was very kind to him after being adopted, she always kept her distance.

In his memory, there has never been such a close hug between relatives just now.

After an unknown amount of time, he raised his hand and touched his ear, it was so hot.

Fang Zhuo took a shower, lay comfortably on the bed, and asked Ah San about his mission progress.

[2 trust points have been obtained. 】

Because of this 2, for the next half month, Fang Zhuo will be more energetic than a chicken blood, and he will take Xing Sen to and from school regardless of the weather.

Xing Sen was very uncomfortable with his enthusiasm, he resisted at first, but then he got used to it, treating people as air.

In the afternoon of that day, Fang Zhuo picked up people as usual. When he got home, Xing Sen suddenly said, "Don't come at noon tomorrow."

Fang Zhuo's heart turned cold, "What's wrong?"

Xing Sen looked at the man as if struck by lightning, and clicked his tongue, "Tomorrow afternoon, the parents' meeting will be held in the afternoon, and I will go home with grandma."

Fang Zhuo took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There are still 51 days before the college entrance examination. How can Papa be absent from the parent meeting?

So the next day, he specifically discussed with Lu's mother and went to the parent meeting in person.

Most of the parents at the parent meeting were parents, and there were also grandparents. There was really no one at Fang Zhuo's age.

In the corridor outside the classroom, there are a few sporadic students who have not left the school and want to wait for their parents to go home together.

Among them, the tallest one, who is particularly eye-catching, is Xing Sen.

His gaze passed over a person in the classroom and landed on Fang Zhuo.

At this time, Fang Zhuo was lowering his head and holding the pen, carefully recording the precautions that the teacher said, like a primary school student with a correct attitude, which is quite suitable for the handwriting.

The little follower followed Xing Sen's gaze and recognized the person who had been coming to pick him up recently, and asked curiously, "Is that your brother?"

"No." Xing Sen said coldly, obviously not wanting to talk deeply.

The little follower was so frightened by the tone that he shrank his neck, not daring to push him any further.

There are Xing Sen's former elementary and junior high school classmates in the school, and no one knows who is talking nonsense. Not long after his first year of high school, Xing Sen opened the door for gangsters, and spread the news that his parents were killed.

At first, many people jumped out to act as righteous people, accusing Xing Sen, or gossiping behind his back.

After these people were beaten up a few times, the chattering stopped, and Xing Sen's fist became famous because of it, no one dared to provoke him anymore.

Not only dare not provoke, but also very afraid.

In the classroom, the teacher is talking at length, telling parents how to relax their children before the exam, and how to motivate children to move forward bravely at the last moment.

The more Fang Zhuo listened, the more dizzy he became. It didn't take long before his eyelids began to fight, and his consciousness just fell into sleep. He nodded suddenly, his hands were not supported, and his head hit the desk.

With a bang, like thunder on the ground, all eyes in the classroom turned.

233 couldn't help scolding, "mentally retarded."

Fang Zhuo was also very helpless, "Don't you think the teacher's words have a hypnotic effect?"

233, "Your son is watching you outside."

Fang Zhuo straightened his back all of a sudden, his eyeballs turned towards the corridor, and Xing Sen just happened to catch him.

The tall father's image collapsed in an instant, Fang Zhuo simply gave him a loving smile, turned his head solemnly, and continued to listen to the teacher's speech.

In the corridor, the little follower chuckled, "Your brother is really interesting."

Xing Sen said, "He is not."

The little follower shut up awkwardly, and punched his head with a fist, pig's brain, Brother Sen just said clearly no.

Before he finished worrying, he heard Xing Sen say another sentence, "He is my adoptive father."

The little follower was dumbfounded.

"Not like?" Xing Sen asked back. Seeing the little follower shaking his head, he narrowed his eyes and raised his lips in an unclear way, "I don't think it looks like either."

The little follower was taken aback by that smile, as if a chill was creeping up his ankles, he couldn't help shivering.

"Xing Sen, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Xing Sen didn't know when he took out his phone and was looking down at the screen.

Take the trouble to repeatedly click on the same place on the screen.

The little follower noticed his emotional changes, but he didn't know why, wasn't he fine just now?

Is it related to the mobile phone?

He craned his neck secretly to take a look, as if it was some kind of surveillance video.

Parent meeting ends at 03:30pm.

Fang Zhuo didn't expect Xing Sen to wait obediently at the door of the classroom. When he saw someone, he froze for a moment, then stepped forward, hooked the boy's shoulders, and walked to the parking lot.

"It's a rare holiday, so I'll take you out to relax?" Fang Zhuo carefully drove the car out of the parking space, taking a look back.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, you'll be shocked when you see it.

I hurriedly asked the system in my heart, "Did I do something wrong?"

233, "No." To be fair, the host has been sticking to his duty this time.

"Why do I feel that his eyes are not right? I must have done something wrong."

After Fang Zhuo finished speaking, he quickly began to review repeatedly, making sure that his recent performance was absolutely worthy of the word "Excellent".

He glanced at the rearview mirror again in doubt. Xing Sen had lowered his head and was concentrating on playing with his phone... Just wondering if his eyes were dazzled just now, Xing Sen suddenly raised his eyes to look.

"Can you take me home?"

"Huh?" Fang Zhuo was inexplicable, isn't this the way home.

Xing Sen put down his cell phone, his dark eyes fell on the rearview mirror, "I came to Lu's home before."

Fang Zhuo was surprised that he would touch the depths of the protagonist's heart so soon, he was surprised and happy, and wished to fire a salute to celebrate.

Without even thinking about it, he happily turned off the turning lights, slammed the accelerator under his feet, and drove straight ahead quickly.

Xing Sen watched all this silently, the mist in his eyes was getting heavier and heavier, and there were still traces of disappointment and sarcasm that were barely noticeable.

Not long after, the car stopped outside the unit building in the community.

Fang Zhuo was about to get out of the car when something flashed through his mind, and the hand that opened the door froze.

Damn, am I mentally retarded? Didn't I just tell Xing Sen that I was here?

Xing Sen glanced at him, his face was cold, "Why don't you get out of the car."

Fang Zhuo felt guilty to the extreme, and asked the system to call out the data of trust value for a look——

The number 2 was blinking, threatening to disappear at any moment, as if mocking his stupidity.