"At that time, all three of us made the wrong choice. Only Folding Fan made the right choice, but we have forgotten it now!"
"Folding fan? I forgot about it too, and there is this boy. Look at our brains, how could we forget such an important person?"
After thinking about the existence of the folding fan, Weslin felt that he could definitely help them investigate this matter.
Then early on the next weekend, Wei Silin and Hu Baobao found Liu Xin, who had participated in the competition together last time.
Because this kid is a loyal fan of fighting robots. Ever since he met Weslin and Hu Baobao last time, he has regarded them as his idols, and he has always responded to his requests.
"Oh, are you talking about the folding fan? I actually have his contact information. Wait a minute, I'll look for it!" After saying that, Liu Xin flipped through the memo on his phone for a while and finally found the contact address of the folding fan.
Fortunately, Liu Xin was smart at the time, and because he loved making friends, he promised to send small gifts such as folding fans after the competition, so he got his address.
Folding Fan is a proud and lonely person. He cannot accept gifts in person, so even though he lives in the same city, express delivery can alleviate the embarrassment.
Wei Silin used his mobile phone to take a photo of the address on Liu Xin's memo road, and then went to his residence with Hu Baobao.
However, along the way, the streets they passed became increasingly sparse and residential, and also tended towards the old city.
Wei Silin kept looking at the surrounding environment on the street and found that this place had a longer history than Hongxia Street, and it was already a place that had been abandoned by the government for development.
The people who live here are nothing more than some old people who have lived here for a long time, or some outsiders and unstable factors in the society, a mix of good and bad.
Hu Baobao drove his Mustang around the old town several times before finally finding the community where the folding fan was located under a bridge.
"This is it!" Weslin looked up at the dilapidated residential building with only four floors.
From the outside, this building looks like a gray building with cracks on it. It doesn't know how long it has been there, as if a strong wind can blow it down.
Moreover, there are weeds on both sides of the yard at the entrance of the building. Because it just rained, there is a large puddle in front, making it difficult to enter and exit.
After the two got off the car, they stood at the door of the building and looked up for a moment. Seeing the dark light and the faint smell of mold in the corridor, they really didn't want to go in.
But in order to investigate Razor, they had no choice.
As soon as he entered the corridor, the musty smell in the air rushed into Weslin's nose.
He held his nose all the way up to the top floor of the fourth floor and stood at the door of door three on the right.
"Ah, the smell here is really bad. Look, there are rats there!" Hu Baobao pointed to the right side of the stairs with the crutch in his hand, and saw a rat squatting there and chewing on the phone cord.
Weslin glanced at the mouse, then knocked on the door of Folding Fan's house and refused.
Boom, boom, boom!
After ringing three times, Weslin waited for a response from inside.
But after a long time, no sound was heard.
Wei Silin and Hu Baobao looked at each other, and then Hu Baobao knocked twice more with his crutch.
Dong Dong——!
Just before Hu Baobao knocked the third time, the rusty iron door in front of him finally opened a gap.
From the gap in front of him, Weslin saw a pair of bloodshot eyes with dark circles.
"Is it you?" An arrogant and cold voice came from inside the door.
Weslin smiled slightly and said, "Hello Folding Fan, I heard you live here and we want to come over and have a look. Do you want to have something to eat together?"
With that said, Weslin raised the fried chicken and drink in his hand and shook them.
Folding Fan's eyes looked at them coldly from the crack in the door and said: "Who cares about your things, get out of here."
After saying that, Folding Fan wanted to close the door.
Click!
At this moment, Hu Baobao put his crutch in the crack of the door and organized the folding fan.
"Don't be like this, young man, friends have come from afar, why don't you let us in for a drink of water? Is this how you treat guests?" Hu Baobao adjusted the round sunglasses on his face after saying this.
"Who is your friend?"
"Are you just willing to lose the Machine King battle like this and don't want revenge?"
Hu Baobao's words caused some changes in Folding Fan's eyes.
A pair of eyes that were originally arrogant and cold suddenly revealed a hint of despair and anger.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"Why don't we go in and talk?" Weslin said with a smile.
Folding Fan looked at the two of them with vigilant eyes, but seemed to still not want them to enter.
When Hu Baobao saw this, he rolled his eyes and said, "We are here to give you money."
His eyes lit up when he saw the folding fan, as if this was the only thing that could touch his nerves.
Then he took two steps back, opened the door and let Wei Silin and Hu Baobao in.
As soon as Weslin entered the room, the musty smell in the corridor disappeared, but there was still an indescribable smell in the room.
It's like the sour smell that a stay-at-home guy would have if he didn't take a shower for a few days.
I really didn’t expect that the folding fan would live in such an environment.
In comparison, Weslin felt like he was living in heaven.
No wonder the guy with the folding fan is always hostile to many people. It turns out that he is releasing his dissatisfaction with life.
The room was a bit messy and very small, only about thirty square meters, with only one room, a living room and a bathroom.
The living room is filled with various takeaway lunch boxes or food waste, which looks dirty and messy.
There were several pairs of sneakers and leather shoes scattered on the floor at the door, but the cleanliness was much better than in the room.
It seems that the things that the folding fan wears on his body are taken care of quite carefully. No one would have thought that his real life is like this.
The folding fan sat down on the sofa in the living room, and then rummaged through a pile of garbage twice, as if looking for cigarettes.
"Want a cigarette?" Hu Baobao handed a box of cigarettes to the folding fan from his pocket.
Folding Fan turned his head and glanced at the cigarette box written in English, then took it without saying a word, took out one and held it in his mouth.
"Find a place to sit by yourself, my place is a bit messy."
"It's okay." Weslin put the fried chicken and drink in his hand on the messy coffee table, and then sat down opposite the folding fan.
Hu Baobao seemed to think the place was too dirty, so he kept standing nearby.
"What on earth are you here for? Tell me what you have to say." He said while smoking a cigarette with a folding fan.
Weslin looked around the room and found that there was a workbench and various modification tools in the room inside, which should be the folding fan's studio.