Chapter 166 Fake Name

After the dungeon was cleared, Linxun Mansion was given to Zheng Xun as a reward, and it was restored to its original appearance.

In the old mansion in the wind and snow, except for the two symmetrical door lights at the door, there was no light and no sound could be heard.

There were several cardboard boxes stacked at the door, placed in a place where they would not get wet from rain or snow. That should be the luggage moved from Xiao Jun's house.

Zheng Xun stood in the rain holding a black umbrella. The edge of the umbrella was raised, revealing his fair face.

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He reached out and took off his two hats, looking up at the mansion on a rainy night.

——It really looks like a haunted house.

He climbed the two steps and faced the door. There was shelter here and there was no need to hold an umbrella, so he put away the umbrella, opened the door with the key, and staggered into the house with three boxes in his arms.

There was silence inside.

"Is there anyone? Can you help me, oh oh oh -"

The cardboard box in his hand almost slipped, and he adjusted his center of gravity urgently.

However, just when the top box was about to tip over and all the contents fall out and hit him, the box miraculously regained its balance.

Zheng Xun stood firm and breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his eyes and looked at the top box.

...Did someone help him?

No matter, go in first.

He dropped all the cartons in the hall and changed into his shoes.

Unlike what he saw in the dungeon, the decayed and old atmosphere was gone, and it seemed to have been thoroughly cleaned.

All daily necessities are ready, and the slippers are brand new. Zheng Xun changed his shoes, took off his rain-soaked coat, and hung it on the hanger nearby.

There were no lights on in the mansion, so Zheng Xun turned on the lights, which gave off warm light.

The floor of the corridor was covered with a thick carpet at some point, which was soft and silent when stepped on.

Zheng Xun left the foyer, walked inside the mansion, and poked his head around.

This foyer seems to have appeared after leaving the dungeon. Now there are symmetrical corridors at both ends of the foyer, with four rooms arranged separately.

"Is anyone home?"

Zheng Xun shouted again.

Still no one responded.

He opened the doors of each room. Unlike the shabby and shabby ones before, they were now decorated with expensive furniture and various decorations, and the strange vents were gone.

The previous escape room themed pavilion was transformed into a real mansion for people to live in.

There was no one in the room.

Zheng Xun came to room 103, which he guessed was where Yiyuan usually lived.

He opened the door and saw the familiar bookshelves and sofas filled with books.

An untouched coffee and dessert.

Zheng Xun wanted to feel the temperature of the cup of coffee to judge how long the person in the room had been gone, when his cell phone rang.

It was Xiao Jun calling.

Zheng Xun wanted to find a place to sit and pick him up. He looked around and found only that sofa chair.

He was not polite and sat directly on it.

"Hey, Brother Xiao."

"Are you at the mansion?"

"Well, we just arrived."

"one person?"

"right."

After Zheng Xun said there was no one on his side, Xiao Jun got to the point.

"As for the business card you just mentioned, I found it at home."

Xiao Jun happened to go home and change clothes. He happened to remember what Zheng Xun said, so he looked for it.

Without much effort, Zheng Xun probably casually placed it next to the TV remote control.

Yunqi Group He Mantian

Now Xiao Jun is sitting on the sofa, holding his mobile phone in one hand, holding up this thin white card with the other hand, and raising it to the height of his eyes.

"I checked in the system and found that no White Tower Guild had any dealings with this company. Then I searched on public websites, but there was still no information. Regarding Mr. He Mantian, similarly, I did not search Any clues."

"It's a pseudonym," Zheng Xun said.

"Huh? How do you know?"

"I just took a taxi here. The taxi driver just drove for Yunqi's boss. He said he was a boss named Hao."

"Whether the surname is Hao or He, they may be fake names," Xiao Jun said, "And I asked an acquaintance to ask about the villa you mentioned. It was originally a villa for sale. The previous one's The owner just finished the renovation and moved. Because the decoration style is quite unique, he has not been able to find a suitable buyer.

Until a month ago, it was bought by a gentleman named Wang. "

Zheng Xun frowned slightly.

"And," Xiao Jun continued, "not long after you met the fan, the house was put up for sale again. The agent said that the people inside had left the building and there were no traces left."

Xiao Jun brought very important clues.

The middle-aged fan Zheng Xun suddenly met had a fake name, a fake company, and a temporary residence.

He seemed to have made all these preparations just to meet Zheng Xun, who had temporarily decided to live there.

"This is very abnormal, Zheng Xun," Xiao Jun said. "Even if we have to say that his appearance has nothing to do with you, then his departure is probably inseparable from you. The taxi driver said that he has always I’m watching your live broadcast and asking for all the information about you. Such people are either extreme fans or talent scouts who want to scout you, but it’s obvious that this person doesn’t fall into either category.”

Xiao Jun paused.

"Be careful. You are getting too much attention now, so it is inevitable that you will attract people with bad intentions."

"I know, Brother Xiao."

Zheng Xun hung up the phone and felt his head was burning.

So complicated.

He touched his head and prepared to eat something to replenish his energy.

A glance at the untouched cake.

Zheng Xun stretched out his sinful hand.

"Have you finished the call?"

Another voice suddenly sounded in the room, which made Zheng Xun's hair explode.

He turned around and saw the man standing next to the window sill, closing the gap of the window with one hand to block the rain outside the window.

It was one yuan.