Chapter 530: Treating Kidney Deficiency Without Sugar
This place... looks familiar.
Wang Chuan struggled to get up and found that he was lying on the floor with a single bed behind him.
This was a bedroom. When he looked up, he could see the open door. At this time, weak light came in from the window, allowing him to see clearly the layout of the room.
A wooden bed is covered with light yellow striped sheets, and a light pink quilt is folded and placed at the head of the bed.
Next to the bed is a plastic woven basket containing these men's clothes.
Next to the bedroom door is a desk with a desktop computer placed on it. Next to the computer are several women's magazines.
The layout seemed familiar, but Wang Chuan couldn't remember where he had seen this room before.
"What the hell is this place?"
He looked around and found no trace of the ghost.
The sky outside has begun to turn white, and daytime is about to arrive.
After making sure that there was no danger around him, Wang Chuan quickly walked to the desk and flipped through the magazines, only to find that they were all ordinary reading materials and nothing special.
He came to the plastic woven basket again and squatted down and rummaged through the clothes in the basket, trying to find some clues.
I didn't expect that he would actually be found.
There seemed to be a hard card in the pocket of a pair of trousers. He reached out and took out the card from the trousers pocket and found that it was an ID card with "Sun Zihao" written clearly in the name column.
Only then did Wang Chuan realize why this place looked familiar.
"Is this the staff dormitory? Is it Sun Sun Hao's dormitory?" He stood up holding his ID card and looked outside the bedroom door in surprise. He saw that the structure of this room was exactly the same as the staff dormitory where he lived.
Why didn't the ghost kill him? Why did the ghost bring him to this place?
He walked out of the bedroom door in two strange steps. On the left hand side of the door was the toilet. The toilet door was open at this time, and a mirror was facing the toilet door. Wang Chuan's figure was reflected in the mirror, but now he had no time to look at the reflection in the mirror.
Instead, I was attracted by the bottles and jars under the mirror.
Although he is a male, he can still recognize what these things are.
Toners and the like are fine, but would Sun Zihao, a grown man, use mascara and hair removal cream?
The more Wang Chuan thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He retreated to the bedroom and took a look at the pink bedding on the bed. This was not a color that Sun Tzu Hao would use.
He frowned and thought of something. He quickly walked to the closet and opened the door. He saw that the closet was full of women's clothes, mostly skirts and stockings.
Wang Chuan did not suspect that Sun Zihao had a cross-dressing fetish for the time being.
His first reaction was that this was actually a place where a woman lived, and the reason why Sun Zihao's clothes appeared here was because he would spend the night here.
This is not Zhao Shuang's room.
In other words, as Zhao Shuang's boyfriend, Sun Zihao spent the night in another woman's room, and this woman was also their colleague.
Wang Chuan closed the closet door and walked to the living room.
The living room was neatly arranged with gray sofas and glass coffee tables, and in the living room he finally found clues to the owner of the house.
Several family photos were posted on the wall above the sofa. Wang Chuan stretched his head to look and saw a woman and a middle-aged couple in the family photos.
This young woman looks familiar.
"Jiang Mei?" Wang Chuan found this face in his mind.
Jiang Mei is a colleague of Zhao Shuang and Sun Zihao, and is the company's financial officer.
He is also one of the eight missing persons.
Now it seems that he is also Sun Zihao's affair partner.
Seeing this, Wang Chuan suddenly understood the chat history on Xia Jianren's phone when he first entered the dungeon.
Zhao Shuang asked Xia Jianren if he had known "that thing" for a long time. Presumably "that thing" was the matter between Sun Zihao and Jiang Mei.
He remembered that Zhao Shuang had just remembered something not long ago, saying that they had a dispute in the car.
Presumably this is what the dispute was about.
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Wang Chuan frowned and had a thought in his mind. Could it be that Zhao Shuang had tampered with Sun Zi Hao and Jiang Mei in the car, and deliberately got into an argument with them on the way and got out of the car so that he could survive?
They die.
But there were more than thirty colleagues in the car who had nothing to do with this matter. If this was really the case, it would be terrible for Zhao Shuang.
The chirping of birds outside the window pulled Wang Chuan out of his thoughts. He touched his cell phone, which he had always kept in his pocket. It was almost seven o'clock now.
The mobile phone was there when he entered the dungeon, and he always carried it with him. Of course, Wang Chuan had already set the mode to silent, fearing that it would ring when it shouldn't.
There were contact information for several other players in the phone book. He thought for a while and dialed the number.
Cang Yue couldn't believe it when she received Wang Chuan's call.
They all knew that Wang Chuan disappeared out of thin air, which was probably a bad thing, but they didn't expect that they would receive a call from this person.
At this time, the bus had just stopped halfway up the graveyard, and several people were preparing to get off.
Xia Jianren also saw the caller ID on the screen of Cang Yue's mobile phone. He held the fan in his hand and took a half step back: "Wang Chuan couldn't have been killed by a ghost. This call was made by a ghost using his mobile phone, right?"
Cang Yue also had this idea in her mind.
She pondered for a while before deciding to answer the call, but when she answered the call, she held the phone slightly away from her ears for fear of some strange sound coming from the other side.
Unexpectedly, Wang Chuan's voice actually came from the receiver.
"Cang Yue?"
"Wang Chuan? You're not dead yet?" Cang Yue was also very surprised.
"Is there anyone else listening to your call?"
Hearing this, Cang Yue realized something. She glanced sideways at the people around her and took a few steps back: "No one can hear what you are saying."
Wang Chuan then continued: "Listen to me, I'm in Jiang Mei's dormitory now."
Jiang Mei? Cang Yue remembered that this name was on the list of missing persons.
"I found Sun Zihao and Jiang Mei..."
Cang Yue listened quietly to Wang Chuan's narration, then glanced at Zhao Shuang and saw that she was staring at the base not far away, seemingly not paying attention.
She spoke softly into the phone: "So the car rollover incident is probably related to her?"
"Yes," Wang Chuan's voice came from the microphone, "You should be with her now. Be careful. If things are really as I guessed, then this person is too vicious."
In order to retaliate against Sun Tzu Hao and Jiang Mei, it was indeed vicious for the whole company to be buried with them.
But if this is indeed the case, then the way out will be easier.
The resentment of those ghosts comes from Zhao Shuang. As long as Zhao Shuang dies, they can live.
Cang Yue pressed her pocket.
"By the way, where are you now?" Wang Chuan's voice continued to come from the mobile phone.
Cang Yue looked at the base in the distance: "Fengshan, where the police found Zhao Shuang, Gu Mian drove us up, hoping to stimulate Zhao Shuang's memory. Do you want to come?"
Wang Chuan on the opposite side was silent for a few seconds: "I don't know why the ghost took me to the staff dormitory but didn't kill me. I want to find some more clues here. If I find anything else, I will contact you by phone. If the phone doesn't work, I will
Send you a text message."
"Okay," Cang Yue nodded, "then be careful."
After saying that, the two stopped talking.
At this time, Xia Jianren held the small fan in his hand and came over: "Is it Wang Chuan?"
"Yes," Cang Yue nodded, "He is still alive."
Cang Yue was also very surprised that the ghost didn't kill him.
Xia Jianren threw the fan with the advertisement he brought from the bus into the window: "What did he say?"
Cang Yue turned to look at Zhao Shuang in the distance: "He told us to be careful about Zhao Shuang."
But no matter how vicious a person is, he is afraid of knives. As long as it is verified that the deaths of those thirty people were caused by Zhao Shuang, she can end the dungeon safely with one knife.
Cang Yue guessed that the ghost brought Wang Chuan to Sun Zihao's dormitory to let him know the truth.
The base built halfway up the mountain is a row of small mud houses. There are a few tables and chairs in the house. On weekdays, no one is here. Only people who are tired from climbing will rest here for a while.
Zhao Shuang had already walked into this row of small mud houses, and it seemed that she also wanted to remember what happened that day.
But several people watched her try to recall for a long time, but in the end she couldn't recall anything.
"I have no memory of this place at all." Zhao Shuang covered his forehead with a headache, and the others looked at each other in confusion.
Zhao Shuang got off the bus here, and she had never been to the places above. I'm afraid the places above would not stimulate her memory.
"Why don't we go up a little further?" Xia Jianren suggested, "Maybe we can find something at the place where the car crashed. Besides, there are still a few people who have lost contact. Maybe we can also find clues about them."
There is no other way now, and several people agreed.
The sky was completely bright, and there were many people hiking on the mountain. In order not to cause a sensation, Gu Mian had driven the bus to a secret place and hid it.
Next, if you want to continue going up, you have to walk.
Fortunately, this mountain has a cement main road, so the climb is not too tiring.
On the other side, Wang Chuan had already searched Jiang Mei's house, and now he stood at the door of Zhao Shuang's room again. They were in a hurry when they escaped last night and did not have time to close the door, so the door is still open, just in time.
It is convenient for him to go in and investigate.
He carefully opened the door and searched the room carefully, looking for any clues related to his grandson Hao Jiang Mei.
But after rummaging around, I found nothing.
Instead, he found a fan with the advertisement "Cure Kidney Deficiency" printed on it. He looked at the pile of useless things in front of him and fell into deep thought.
"Twelve hours have passed now." Xia Jianren looked up at the bright sky.
One-third of the mission time has passed, and there are still twenty-four hours left to endure.
If they could find a way out, they wouldn't have to suffer in the next twenty-four hours.
Climbing a mountain is physical work. Before they reached the place where the bus overturned, several people were so tired that they could no longer walk. There happened to be a pavilion in front of them, so they stopped and planned to rest in the pavilion for a while.
They originally planned to discuss their next plan, but they didn't expect that there was still a man with gray hair sitting in the pavilion. They could only shut up and rest in silence.