This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

With everything packed up, Lin Jue turned on the camera, as every prop in the play had its use.

Just like the medicine bottle before allowed him to find Zhang Yanmei with a legitimate reason, this camera in the play, besides making him look closer to the character, definitely had a more important role.

Perhaps it was to allow him to record the things that happened while living as "Wang Tianshu."

The camera's recording light flickered, Lin Jue first filmed the interior of the room, then walked to the window, ready to open it for some fresh air.

Looking down from the window, behind the house was an open space, overgrown with weeds, and at this moment, there was a figure in the weeds, seemingly looking for something?

"Mr. Zhu? What is he looking for?"

Lin Jue was stunned, and pointed the camera at the open space. In the picture, Mr. Zhu looked solemn, and would step on the ground with his foot every few steps.

It looked like he was testing if there was something under the ground.

"What could be buried under the ground?" Lin Jue muttered to himself, his voice recorded in the camera: "Could there be a corpse buried?"

After saying that, he seemed to be startled by his own words, and hurriedly turned off the camera.

Mr. Zhu downstairs walked to a corner of the open space, stomped hard, his face changed slightly, and he left in a hurry.

Lin Jue witnessed everything, closed the window, took off his shirt and sat on the bed. It was almost noon, and it was time to start practicing the Quenching Fire Skill.

These few days of practice made him feel that the first level of the Quenching Fire Skill should not only have the effect of attaching flames to weapons, but should also have a deeper purpose.

As his breathing slowed down, the temperature inside his body rose sharply, and the surface of his skin was as red as a branding iron, with a large amount of white steam spraying out from his pores.

At this moment, he was like a human-shaped steam engine, the room filled with mist. Through the water vapor, he could clearly see every piece of Lin Jue's flesh and blood breathing rhythmically.

An hour later, the water vapor in the room gathered and retracted, Lin Jue opened his eyes and clenched his fist: "My strength seems to have increased a bit, is this the second effect of the Quenching Fire Skill? Can it increase one's own blood energy?"

He tried doing push-ups, and he could clearly do more than a dozen more than before, obviously his strength had increased a lot.

"This is only the first level of the Quenching Fire Skill, the second level, Fire Control, can control flames and has all kinds of incredible uses."

"The world is reviving strangely, and it seems to have brought incredible things. Perhaps those who specialize in dealing with strange events are not ordinary people either."

Lin Jue put on his clothes and decided to go out to eat something.

He had a place to sleep in the room, but there was no pot. He didn't know how long this drama would last. If it lasted a long time, he would have to buy a set of cookware.

Walking out of the apartment building, he happened to meet Mr. Zhu coming out of room 101 with a bag on his back.

"Brother Zhu." Lin Jue greeted him, his eyes following the not-completely-closed door, peering into the room.

The woman was still slumped on the bed, her head tilted, and when she saw Lin Jue's gaze, she opened her mouth again.

Ah… Ah…

Bang!

The door was completely closed at this time, and Mr. Zhu stared at Lin Jue with an unkind expression, without saying a word.

"Brother Zhu, are you going out?" Lin Jue retracted his gaze, chuckled twice, feeling as guilty as a child who had done something wrong and was discovered by an adult.

"Going out for something." Mr. Zhu locked the door, didn't say anything more, and prepared to leave directly.

"That, Brother Zhu." Lin Jue called out to him: "Is it okay for your wife to be at home alone?"

"Don't worry about so much, just worry about your own work."

Mr. Zhu didn't turn his head. As soon as the topic touched on his wife, he became very nervous, and this feeling of strict supervision didn't seem like taking care of a patient, but rather like monitoring a prisoner.

Room 101 was that woman's prison.

Lin Jue felt strange. Combining it with Mr. Zhu's performance in the open space downstairs just now, he increasingly felt that this man might not be as enthusiastic as he appeared on the surface.

After Mr. Zhu walked away, Lin Jue walked to the door of 101 and knocked on the door: "Hello, is there anything I can help you with? Perhaps there is something you need to tell me."

The woman's wailing sound came from the room. She seemed to want to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

Didn't the drunkard say that this woman wasn't mute?

Lin Jue listened for a long time but couldn't make heads or tails of it. He thought about it, went to the store outside and bought two bottles of wine, and walked to 204.

He knocked on the door, and the drunkard quickly opened the door, staggering, with a smell of alcohol hitting his face.

Lin Jue showed a shy smile: "Big brother, I have something I want to ask you."

Saying that, he shook the wine in his hand.

The drunkard snatched it over, looked Lin Jue up and down, and asked: "You little brat, you want to ask about Old Zhu's wife again, right?"

Lin Jue nodded, the drunkard stretched his head to look outside the door, and then said: "Come in and talk."

The room was full of wine bottles, there wasn't even a place to stand. Lin Jue finally found a small stool to sit down, and then he heard the drunkard say: "Why are you so curious about Old Zhu's wife?"

"Brother Zhu is a good person, I want to see if I can help him."

The drunkard啧 a sound, then said: "Where should I start with this… …"

He took a sip of wine and fell into memories.

"I lived here very early. The landlord at that time was Old Zhu's father-in-law. The old man and his daughter ran this apartment together. Both father and daughter were very good people."

"Then one day, the daughter brought back a man, who is Old Zhu. However, the father-in-law didn't like this son-in-law who came to live with them. I often heard them arguing in the middle of the night. It seemed that Old Zhu was addicted to gambling at that time and lost a lot of money."

"Anyway, they argued like this for more than a month, and then the old man disappeared. At that time, everyone suspected that Old Zhu held a grudge and attacked the old man, but after the police came to investigate, they ruled out this suspicion."

"Then this matter was defined as a strange incident, and it ended like this."

"A week after the old man disappeared, Old Zhu took his wife out for a drive to relax, and then they had a car accident."

"Strangely enough, Old Zhu was slightly injured, but his wife's leg was broken in that car accident. The accident investigation said that the car's brakes were aging and that's why the accident happened."

The drunkard took another sip of wine: "Do you think Old Zhu is a jinx? He hasn't been here for long, and the good father and daughter have disappeared and become disabled. Hey, he himself is fine!"

A jinx? Are you sure you're not doing this subjectively?

Lin Jue twitched the corner of his mouth, just laughed dryly twice, and didn't agree.

"But from that time on, Old Zhu seemed to have changed his temperament. He didn't gamble anymore, and all his savings were used to treat his wife's leg."

The drunkard poured out the last drop of wine: "So sometimes changes can make people grow. Taking care of his paralyzed wife for four consecutive years, even I have to say that he is a real man."

It can be seen that the drunkard has a high evaluation of Old Zhu.

Lin Jue was thoughtful. He didn't know if he was too suspicious, but he always felt that Mr. Zhu had a problem.

But it was indeed as the drunkard said, if Mr. Zhu really had any bad intentions, how could he take care of his paralyzed wife for four years as if it were one day?

I'm afraid he would have packed up and run away long ago.

"Am I thinking too much?"

The drunkard didn't know when he fell asleep. Lin Jue stood up and walked out of the room, gently closing the door.

Standing on the outer corridor, he could just see Mr. Zhu rushing back. Compared with the hurried look when he went out, his face was much more relaxed now, and the bag behind him was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Lin Jue's pupils shrank. As Mr. Zhu approached, he saw wisps of black air surrounding his body.

And the source of the black air was a string of black wood bracelets on his wrist.

"He didn't have a bracelet when he went out with a bag, but he has a bracelet when he came back and the bag is gone. Did he exchange the things in the bag for that bracelet when he went out?"

"This bracelet is surrounded by black air, like something in the mist. What is the effect?"

Lin Jue watched for a long time, until the sound of the door closing came from 101, then he walked back to his room.