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Of course Zhang Xian is not afraid of exploring alone, but he doesn't have all the tools, so he plans to partner with others temporarily.

Zhao Ming repeatedly confirmed that the other party was really just a "psychic reasoning fan", but he still had a faint vigilance in his heart.

"Quack, quack."

The duck cub suddenly poked his head out of his pocket.

Zhao Ming was taken aback: "What the hell is this?"

Zhang Xian scratched the duck cub's head: "My pet."

Duck Cub tilted his head and gave Zhao Ming a wink~.

Zhao Ming: "..."

After silence, Zhao Ming asked, "Can I touch it?"

"Be gentle. Don't scare it."

"I know." Zhao Ming said impatiently, and his hands were extremely gentle.

After all, who can say no to fur?

No paparazzi would take a duckling with him when investigating the news.

As for the cripple...it won't affect his identity, Luo Luofu is still in a wheelchair, and it doesn't prevent him from being the president of a beautiful country.

In fact, at the beginning, when Zhao Ming suspected that Zhang Xian was traveling with him, he considered whether that leg was broken by someone.After all, being beaten is also one of the risks of paparazzi.

But keeping ducklings with you at work is something that any reporter with a little bit of professional knowledge can't do.

Now Zhao Ming is completely wary.

He dug out half a grain energy bar from his pocket, broke it up and put it in his palm, and provided meal delivery service to the duck cubs.

"Quack, quack."

Duck cubs don't eat it.

"Is it too dry?"

Zhao Ming thought for a while, poured some water, and made a paste.

"Quack, quack."

The taste is wrong, and the duck cubs are ugly.

Zhao Ming held his sticky hand and became depressed: "Is this not to your taste? What does it usually eat?"

Zhang Xian said: "Rice grains, berries, and earthworms."

"Almost, mine is nutritious and delicious." Zhao Ming smelled it himself.

"Quack, quack, quack."

The duck cub yelled, while twisting its neck to look at Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian's heart moved, he raised his eyebrows, and rubbed his little head: "It's for you, eat it."

"Quack, blah, blah, blah..."

Forget it, since this person has spoken, let's save face.

Zhao Ming was dumbfounded:

"Brother, you recognize the owner of this pet."

Zhang Xian didn't expect that his words would be effective. A duck cub who can understand human speech...is it still an ordinary duck?

He couldn't help but carefully looked at the little thing in his pocket.

The duck cub seemed to sense his gaze, stopped halfway through eating, and turned to look at him:

"Haha?"

What are you looking at?

"You eat yours." Zhang Xian looked back at Zhao Ming, "Let's go?"

"Don't rush, wait for it to finish eating." Zhao Ming replied.

For many rice cookers, there is no better way to decompress than fluffy.

Two big men even formed a short-term alliance by licking a duckling.

After Zhao Ming washed his hands clean, he drove the car, and the two rushed to the depths of the lumber yard.

Zhao Ming had investigated in advance, and before the decline of the lumber yard, many raw materials for statues in the "Cloud Tree Workshop" came from here.

It would undoubtedly be a big gimmick if one could trace down the logs that carved the statues of evil gods and find out that buyers of similar log products died one after another.

He had already thought of the title "Shocked!An unknown virus hides in a tree and makes people bleed to death."

If the buyer's situation is not found, say "Shocked!"Ten years ago the virus was deadly, ten years later the trees were extinct".

Zhao Ming has 1 breaking points, but he can't fabricate the facts, he has to walk around the scene to show that the source of the information is true.

It would be even better if we can dig out new news.

It's normal that Zhao Ming didn't tell all of his analysis, but Zhang Xian was taken aback when he heard a few headlines.

He often surfs the Internet just to look up information, and he is completely confused about this kind of "shock style" and "headline style".

Seeing that the other party Xiaobai did not seem to be cheating, Zhao Ming felt more at ease, and started chatting with Zhang Xian, hoping to get some inspiration from the other party.

Zhang Xian didn't hide it from him either:

"I heard that where poisonous snakes grow, there are often medicines that restrain snake venom. So if the problem is wood, you should be able to get items that restrain it in the place where the wood is produced."

"Oh, what a talent!" Zhao Ming was so excited that he patted the steering wheel.

"Your idea is close to people's cognition, but full of uncertainty, you can dig deeper! Brother, what kind of work do you do, are you willing to work part-time with me?"

Zhang Xian doesn't have a job now, but he doesn't intend to be a paparazzi either, so he smiled and didn't answer.

Zhao Ming is not in a hurry, he has many friends and many paths.

He was about to exchange Weixin at that time, and then he was shocked by the old-fashioned mobile phone that Zhang Xian took out.

The mobile APP is installed with a Weixin and a radio, oh, the radio is still built-in with the system.

The way Zhao Ming looked at Zhang Xian was like looking at an antique.

"Well, do you think life is convenient?"

"pretty good."

"When we have time, let's have a good chat. I think your way of life is also worth digging into." Zhao Ming sincerely suggested that he even thought about the title "You Can See But You Can't See: Urban Hermits, on the Edge of the Streets" people"

"If you have time." Zhang Xian had nothing to do, "Let's do the thing in front of us first."

"Yes, let's go—here."

Zhao Ming pulled out a strong flashlight from the back seat and gave Zhang Xian one as well.

Then turn on the tiny camera on the chest: "This one is a spare, the one I usually use broke during the day."

In fact, he is not afraid of disputes at all. If a beating can change the number one in the hot search, he will be happy.

However, there are people in Yunshu Workshop who know new media friends, and once the relationship with the twists and turns is brought out, the manuscript of "The World's Respect for Press Freedom from the Reporter Being Beaten" cannot be written.

Zhang Xian knew that he was talking about the Yunshu Workshop, so he didn't respond, he just looked at the dark courtyard and said, "Let's go."

This is where the lumberyard owner lives.

Mr. Yunshu's information can be found on the Internet, because Mr. Yunshu is a famous craftsman, and Yunshu Workshop also needs to do some online marketing.

But no one paid any attention to what happened to a lumberyard owner that went out of business more than a decade ago.

Although the courtyard door was locked, half of the courtyard wall had collapsed, so there was no need to go through the door.

Zhao Ming turned over from a pile of broken bricks first, then turned around and gave Zhang Xian a hand.

Zhang Xian thanked him, and the two came to the courtyard and looked around.

The yard is quite large and desolate, with a lot of weeds on the ground, more broken wood, broken bricks, and broken stones.

The three main rooms are lined up facing south.There is also a small tail next to the westernmost side, which is the kitchen.

There is a large one-story house on the east side. When the flashlight shines on it, it is empty, with wood shavings all over the floor, and a few black logs piled up in the corner, which seems to be a workshop.But the logs and wall corners were covered with moss, and there may have been several mushrooms growing.

To the west there is a shed and an open space with some wooden bars tied with wire.Judging from the traces, it should be chicken rings and vegetable fields.

There is another small room next to the open space, which is close to the courtyard wall. It is a hut.

Zhao Ming studied the wood shavings carefully, and found that they were all old and rotten.

Even if there is no bad decay, with his cognitive structure and knowledge reserves, it is difficult to distinguish what kind of ironwood, rosewood, boxwood and cypress.

But that's okay, he's pretty good at making something out of nothing.

"Go to the house and have a look?"

After the two exited the workshop, Zhao Ming sent out an invitation.

"it is good."

Zhang Xian nodded.

There was a musty smell in the main room, the floor was in a mess, full of newspaper rags and plastic fragments, and there was not a single piece of furniture left.

A broken briquette stove and two large wooden boxes remained in the main room.

In the east room there was a double bed frame broken in two, a broken wardrobe, a washstand, clothes hangers, wine bottles and cigarette cases.

Westinghouse is a single bed, desk and bookcase, a toy wooden horse.

This seems to be a family of three.

When Zhao Ming looked at the desk, his eyes lit up.

He walked over and pulled the drawer out of his hand—crash!

The bottom of the drawer fell off, and the handle fell off with the board, completely disintegrating.

"What fell out!" Zhao Ming shouted.

Zhang Xian's flashlight shone on the ground. There were a few watercolor pens, some small stones and plastic pieces, and an eraser "gululu" rolled from one end to the other, and rolled under the bookcase.

Zhao Ming persevered and shook the drawer upside down. Although he shook out a few sheets of paper as he wished, they were all tickets from amusement parks and aquariums, which were meaningless.

Zhao Ming still didn't give up, he looked through the drawers and looked at the locker door under the table, and asked Zhang Xian to help him turn the table over to check the bottom of the table. Coughing.

As for the old-fashioned homework book that fell out, Zhao Ming flipped through the pages, and finally concluded with disdain:

"Tch, a place for children."

He finally gave up here and turned to the east room with a double bed, which is the residence of the lumber yard owner and his wife. Although there is no desk and bookcase, there is a cabinet and a bed frame, so try to find it.

"You won't come with me?"

"I think this kid's handwriting is good." Zhang Xian flipped through the homework book, looking at the immature and neat handwriting.

"Okay, I'll go first."

When Zhao Ming left, Zhang Xian closed his homework book, brushed his fingertips over the name column, and remained silent.

After a while, he suddenly walked towards the bookcase.

Squatting down with difficulty in front of the bookcase, reaching for the rubber inside with a cane.

The tip of the stick swept across, taking out everything it encountered, and what was brought out was not only rubber, but also two crumpled and moldy balls of paper.

Zhang Xian picked up the eraser and wiped away the name column scratched by the pencil. When he saw the name written in ink below, he had a feeling of "so it is".

Although the handwriting is immature, the small habits of writing are often retained.

"Tang Changyue..." His lips moved silently.

Who would have imagined that this dilapidated, simple, and remote house was the residence of the fashionable and handsome Tang Changyue when he was young?

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blows in from the window.

The wind brought the unique cold atmosphere of the barren mountains and mountains, and also brought a few long crows of crows.

Zhang Xian couldn't help shivering.

He put down his homework, picked up the ball of paper, and opened it carefully.

The color on the paper was mottled, and a small half of the paper was soaked in water and it was difficult to distinguish.The surviving paper with color on it is a crayon drawing.

The author has something to say: about the encounter with Gongshou... since the appearance of the duck cubs, you all know 23333 After all, I am a person who loves furry!

System Henry Little Yellow Duck: Quack! (It's me, it's me, I'm happy, I'm going to praise me for taking the initiative to throw myself into my arms!)

Brother Yan: Don't make trouble, you still have a long time to transform. (drinking tea.jpg)

System Henry Little Yellow Duck: QAQ...