Chapter 0086 Midnight Howl
We returned to the museum on the first floor.
Mrs. Huang held Baoer's hand, pointed at the dazzling array of precious collections in front of her and said, "Tell your aunt which one you like."
At this time, some people in the crowd couldn't help but point and mentioned several of the most valuable items.
Baoer asked obediently: "Can I ask my brother and uncle?"
Mrs. Huang smiled softly and said, "Of course."
Bao Er said "Oh" and asked He Jintang first: "Uncle San, do you have anything you like?"
He Jintang smiled from ear to ear and said that his uncle didn't have any favorites, so Baoer, you can choose.
Baoer came to ask me again, and He Jintang and I had the same idea, which was to let her make her own choice.
"Okay then." Baoer walked a few steps to the side, came to a glass cabinet, pointed and said, "I want this."
I was stunned. Baoer actually picked the book "Falling Star Handwritten Star Constellation Prediction"!
The crowd was in an uproar again, with everyone talking about it. Some were puzzled, some were doubtful, and more were shouting what a pity it was.
Because among all the collections, if we only consider the price, the value of this "Falling Star Handwritten Star Prediction" is undoubtedly the lowest among all the collections.
Of course, in the eyes of some fortune tellers or feng shui masters who are well versed in stargazing, the value of this book would be much higher, but it is definitely not as valuable as those antique scrolls worth hundreds of millions!
As for me, it's because I have been fascinated by all kinds of magic secret books since I was a child, so I treat this book as a treasure. I guess Baoer saw me lingering in front of the book "Xingxiu Tui" just now, so he took it to heart.
This little girl really acts like a little adult!
I couldn't help but feel my eyes warm.
"Damn it, Old Chen, I'm jealous!" He Jintang complained half-truthfully.
I was too lazy to pay attention to him. Finally, Mrs. Huang ordered someone to take out the book "Xingxiu Tui" and personally handed it to Baoer.
Baoer came back and stuffed it into my hand, "Brother, can you play games with me tonight?"
Can I say no now?
As the saying goes, a man's mouth is soft when he eats someone's food. From now on, no matter how sleepy I am, I will have to play with this little girl!
After that, Mrs. Huang took us to visit other places, but most people were still immersed in what happened in the museum and were not very interested.
Later, the sky became overcast and it started to drizzle again, so everyone went back to have lunch and then returned to their own courtyards to rest.
After that, the rain got heavier and heavier, with rumbling thunder and heavy rain, which hit the sky and the ground, making the windows crackle.
The three of us simply stayed in the yard and played games for the entire afternoon.
When it was almost evening, the phone suddenly lost connection to the internet. He Jintang screamed in surprise: "What's going on? We were about to win this time!"
When I checked my cell phone signal, it was gone.
Suddenly, I heard a strange noise outside the window. I looked out and saw a group of people wearing raincoats running towards our yard in a hurry.
"What the hell is going on?" He Jintang also came over to take a look.
Unexpectedly, those people ran to the gate of our yard and started banging on the door loudly!
I held up an umbrella and went downstairs to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, a group of people rushed in without saying a word.
I saw that the leader was Yang Yuanning, who had a gloomy face. The short and fat old man next to him rushed over and grabbed my arm, asking angrily: "What did you do to Dewu?"
I didn't want to have physical contact with him, so I moved aside and frowned, asking, "Who is Dewu?"
"You..." The fat old man was impatient, but was interrupted by Yang Yuanning in a deep voice: "This is Master Zhang Sanfu, and Dewu is his grandson, the one who had a misunderstanding with you along with my Xuan'er before."
I said "oh" and realized that the "Dewu" he was talking about was the short and strong one. I asked in confusion, "What happened to that brother?"
The fat old man Zhang Sanfu asked anxiously: "My grandson is missing, have you seen him?"
I was a little surprised and shook my head and said I had never seen it.
"Really you haven't seen it?" Zhang Sanfu stared at me.
I couldn't help but laugh, "Is this true?"
Zhang Sanfu said angrily, "But Yang Xuan said that my Dewu came to look for you this afternoon, and now he is missing, and you still say it has nothing to do with you?"
"Oh?" I glanced at Yang Xuan standing in the crowd, "Is that true?"
Yang Xuan was wearing a raincoat, standing in the crowd, with his head slightly lowered, his face a little pale. When I called him, he seemed to be startled, "Yes...it's true!"
"Did you hear that? What did you do to my Dewu?" Zhang Sanfu was furious.
At this time, He Jintang heard the sound, brought Baoer down, and started to mock: "Your kid is missing, why are you looking for us? I wonder where he ran off to!"
Zhang Sanfu suddenly became furious.
Seeing that he was anxious and angry, I thought something might have really happened, so I told him the truth about our situation, saying that the three of us were all in the room playing games and had not seen Zhang Dewu.
Zhang Sanfu didn't believe it, saying that they had searched the entire island but couldn't find his grandson. Could this living person just disappear from the face of the earth?
He Jintang was not someone who was easy to talk to, and he immediately started arguing with him.
At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from outside. The sound pierced the air, sharp and continuous, making people uneasy.
Everyone was startled, and when we came outside the yard, we heard the sound coming from the southwest.
"What the hell?" He Jintang cursed.
We heard this cry the night we first arrived. It was windy and rainy at that time, but the scream was extremely clear and even the sound of wind and rain could not cover it.
At this time, another group of people came hurriedly from the north. When they got closer, they found that it was Mrs. Huang and her people.
She always looked gentle and calm, but now her face was anxious and her brows were furrowed.
She first asked about Zhang Dewu's situation. When she heard that there was still no news about him, she became even more worried and asked Yang Yuanning, "Mr. Yang, this cry... is it really a wind tunnel?"
"This..." Yang Yuanning frowned, hesitant.
He Jintang laughed out loud, "What wind tunnel? How can a wind tunnel look like this?"
Yang Yuanning was angry, but in front of so many people, he did not lose his temper immediately. He said in a deep voice: "This cry is indeed a bit strange. Let's go and take a look."
Zhang Sanfu kept staring at us, and finally another person reminded him that the cry was strange and might be related to Dewu. Only then did the old man give up.
A group of people hurried towards the direction where the shouting came from.
The three of us simply opened our umbrellas and went over to join in the fun.
As the cry went on, it became louder and louder, with no sign of stopping.
"Old Chen, why does this sound so creepy to me?" He Jintang was a little scared.
