My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Hao Xie walked to a room at the end, opened the door, and found a bedroom inside.

Unlike the other rooms, this room still had bedding, but it was covered with thick dust, and it was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.

Zhang Hao turned over the bedding as usual. He didn't have much hope at first, but he unexpectedly found a notebook, which surprised him.

——The cover of this notebook looks quite old, with an unlocked lock hanging on it, and the name "Sun Pingkuan" is written on the cover.

Opening the notebook, Zhang Hao saw that the date started from 1991.

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

As soon as I got here I realized I might never get out again.

Although I don’t have to live on the third floor with those lunatics because of my father, there are more people on the second floor watching me...

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

Help, I can't sleep well every night, I can hear the roars of monsters, they are tempting me to join them... I don't want to, I don't want to become like them!
【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

My companions are calling me.

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

Hahahaha, those stupid humans, do they really think they can hold me captive? When I escape, I'll seek revenge on that old man first! Hahahaha!
Seeing this, Zhang Hao suddenly felt a chill coming from behind.

The handwriting in the last diary entry was almost crazy.

That's right, this was the only word he could use to describe these words.

The handwriting was crooked and barely recognizable. There were strange water marks all over the paper, which were purple-blue. Even the paper was faded, but the color was still so bright.

And…the emotion of the last diary entry seems to be completely different from the previous ones.

This man was still struggling before. He called those upstairs "monsters" and said he didn't want to be associated with them.

But in the last article, he called people "human beings". Why did he use such a divisive word?

It was as if...he himself no longer considered himself human.

"Lao Zhang! Where are you!" Hao Xie shouted in the corridor.

Zhang Hao quickly put away his notebook, walked out and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Come and take a look, we found this." Hao Xie and Fatty Wang said, pointing to a door.

When I walked into the room, I saw several worn-out cardboard boxes lying on the floor.

There were many hardcover books neatly stacked in the cardboard box. When I picked one up, I found that it was a photo album.

The photo album he picked up was from 1996 and was full of photos of Yun.

There are clouds when it is sunny, clouds when it is cloudy, and clouds when it is raining.

The photos taken in the 1990s are not very clear, and coupled with the erosion of time, most of them are now blurred, but the exact date is written on the back of each photo.

“Why are they all photos of Yun?” Hao Xie had already opened one and read it, but couldn’t think of any clues, so he asked Zhang Hao for his opinion.

"I don't know."

Zhang Hao put the photo album back into the box and said, "Take them all away. These things may help us uncover the mystery of this place."

This place looks like both a lunatic asylum and a prison. Why did Wu Sansheng write down the coordinates of this place?

Judging from the dates in the diary and photos, Wu Sansheng should have been in his early twenties in the 1990s.

"There are so many boxes, it's exhausting to move them all! Lao Zhang, you do it!" Fatty Wang complained.

“Yes, Lao Zhang, just put it in your treasure chest, so we don’t have to do anything.” Hao Xie agreed.

Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows in surprise.

How could they speak so naturally? Moreover, they seemed not to be curious about their secrets.

"Row."

For the first time, Zhang Hao did not avoid them. He just waved his hand lightly at the boxes, and the boxes disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment, a black vortex appeared out of nowhere around the boxes and swallowed them up in an instant!
In the room, only the dusty frames left after the cartons were moved were left.

"Wow!" Fatty Wang witnessed this scene with admiration in his eyes, "Old Han, you are so cool! You are really amazing!"

Hao Xie's eyes also sparkled with excitement: "I wish I could be like this."

Zhang Hao could only smile in response, but could not explain. This was the function of his space belt, and they probably couldn't learn it.

They thought that Zhang Hao already had this ability, so they didn't know the existence of the system and it didn't count as a violation.

Zhang Hao's eyes fell on the dust frame on the ground again, and he said, "Judging from the accumulation of dust around the cartons, these boxes have not been moved for at least 20 years. If these things are important here, why don't they take them away?"

"Yes..." Hao Xie pointed outside and said, "The first floor is the living area. We saw bowls, chopsticks, teacups and pillows... There are still signs of life here. They should not have evacuated on their own initiative. Did something unexpected happen that made them leave in a hurry?"

There were papers and miscellaneous items scattered on the ground. In Zhang Hao's opinion, it seemed more like an accident had happened and they only had time to take away or destroy the confidential things.

"Have you found any clues about Uncle San?" Zhang Hao asked.

“Not yet, there are still a few rooms to look at.” Hao Xie said, pushing open the door next to him.

The door creaked open, revealing the true face of the dusty room.

Hao Xie was stunned when he saw the scene in the room.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Hao leaned over to take a look, and saw a bed in the middle of the room with a corpse lying on the bed.

It was indeed a corpse, Zhang Hao could tell at a glance that the room was filled with the stench of corpse. If it weren't so humid here, they might have smelled it long ago.

"At least he is the only 'person' here. Come on, brothers, take a look!" Fatty Wang said as he walked in wearing gloves.

The three of them gathered around the bed, examining the body carefully.

This corpse was definitely not from the 1990s, because the windbreaker he was wearing was a brand that only appeared in recent years. Zhang Hao had seen it on Huo Xiuxiu.

"See if there are any clues in your pockets." Fatty Wang, the only person wearing gloves, began to search his pockets.

It’s really rewarding!
It was a small black ID book with the words "Natural Resources Bureau" written in large letters on it.

The leather cover of the book is torn and looks very old.

After opening it, Fatty Wang was stunned, then looked up at Hao Xie.

Hao Xie was confused by his look. "What's wrong?"

"This..." Fatty Wang didn't dare to say anything, and subconsciously looked at Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao took the book and saw a black and white photo of a person on it.

He didn't know this person, but he was familiar with the name below - Wu Sansheng.

This is the ID of Hao Xie’s third uncle Wu Sansheng!
Hao Xie's face changed, he finally realized something, and quickly snatched the certificate!

Judging from his reaction, the person in the photo is undoubtedly Wu Sansheng!

Immediately afterwards, Hao Xie suddenly reached out to touch the corpse, but Zhang Hao quickly stopped him.

"Don't touch it!"

"No! This isn't true! I want to see if it's my Third Uncle!"

The body was already highly decomposed and the face could not be seen clearly. Hao Xie had been strong for so long that he could not help but tear up.

He wanted to see if this was his most respected third uncle!
"Hao Xie! Don't get excited! This person is not your third uncle!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly.

But Hao Xie refused to give up struggling and shouted, "This is Uncle San's ID!"

Fatty Wang also took off his gloves and used his size advantage to press Hao Xie against the wall, forcing him to calm down.

"Don't move! Old Han said this isn't your uncle. Listen to him!"

Hao Xie's head was pressed against the wall, his face touching the cold wall, and his heart was chilled to the extreme.

The people you care about have accidents one after another, and you yourself are about to die... Anyone would collapse!

It is amazing that Hao Xie has been able to hold on until now!
"This body has been dead for at least a month. Do you remember what your third uncle's assistant said?" Zhang Hao asked.

“One month…” Hao Xie suddenly calmed down and muttered to himself, “They said my third uncle disappeared half a month ago. This body has been dead for a month…”

"Yes." Zhang Hao expressed his guess, "The time doesn't match. This body died earlier than your uncle disappeared, so this is not him. He just happened to have your uncle's ID."

“But why does this person have my third uncle’s ID? What Natural Resources Bureau… I haven’t even heard my third uncle say that he has this job.” Hao Xie said puzzledly.

When Wu Sansheng was young, he was a troublemaker. His family kept a close eye on him, but they couldn't do anything about it. When he was young, he was always fighting and looking for excitement. How could he have time to work in a place like this with a regular staff?
With the consolation of Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang, Hao Xie finally believed that the body was not Wu Sansheng.

However, this person was related to Wu Sansheng and had his third uncle's ID, which made him unable to ignore it.

"Let me take a look at the cause of this man's death." Zhang Hao pushed the two people away and walked forward, intending to use his own method to uncover the secret of the corpse.

There seemed to be signs of external injuries on the body. There was a long cut on the abdomen of the jacket, and the clothes on the arms and legs were also badly damaged.

Unlike the neat cut on the abdomen, the tears on the arms and sleeves looked more like they were torn.

If a normal person can tear clothes, his strength should not be underestimated.

If it is a person who practices Taoism... then the problem is serious.

Because this person is related to Wu Sansheng, Wu Sansheng may also be in danger.

Zhang Hao did not tell his speculation, but turned back to Hao Xie and said: "Bury this body. He has no soul, no spiritual energy, and has been dead for a long time. There is nothing left here except a rotten body."

"Is there no way for us to confirm this person's identity?" Hao Xie asked.

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment and shook his head decisively.

"He has no identification on him, and I can't summon his soul."

Even Zhang Hao said there was no way, so there must be really no way.

Hao Xie shook his head in disappointment, then picked up two pieces of paper from the ground, put them on his hands, and winked at Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang quickly put on the gloves he had taken off, and the two of them carefully lifted the highly decomposed corpse, fearing that the corpse would fall apart with the slightest bump.

Zhang Hao jumped out of the window, pulled out the weeds in the middle of the yard, used his spiritual power to dig a hole, and asked Hao Xie and Fatty Wang to bury the body in it.

This yard is not simple and may hide more mysteries.

The little brother, Wu Sanxing... and that strange diary.

It seems that I have to sort out these clues with Hao Xie after returning home.

Driving back to Wu Sansheng's villa, Hao Xie discovered that several people from Wu's industrial company had come here to ask for advice.

Now that the head of the family is gone, they are leaderless and demoralized. Over the years, too many people have been silently watching the Wu family, waiting for the Wu family to fall. Now that they finally have this opportunity, how could those people let it go?

Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang went upstairs, leaving Hao Xie to deal with those things.

"Can Haoxie handle it?" Zhang Hao was a little worried.

It seemed that his physical condition could no longer support his continued hard work.

“Don’t worry, this kid is much stronger than we look. I’ve said before that he’s an indestructible cockroach physically and a giant in spirit! Before we met, Hao Xie helped his family run several antique shops. If he gets serious, he can solve those problems.” Fatty Wang said.

After hearing what he said, Zhang Hao nodded, and walked into a guest bedroom on the second floor with Fatty Wang, and then took out the boxes of photo albums in the space.

In an instant, the precious wool carpet was filled with photo albums, and the dust from the dirty boxes fell down, dyeing the white carpet gray, piece by piece, like a new version of the world map.

Fatty Wang was covered in dirt and mud, but he didn't care. He took off his coat and sat next to him, then picked up a photo album and started flipping through it.

"This is a photo album from 1989. It also has clouds, but they look more blurry," said Fatty Wang.

Zhang Hao thought for a moment and suggested: "Why don't we sort these albums in order first? Let's see when these photos were collected and when they were finished. If we follow the order, we should be able to find some clues, at least we can detect any changes."

"Okay, let's get started!"

The two rolled up their sleeves and started to work. There were eight large boxes, each containing seventy or eighty photo albums. It was not an easy task to sort out all of them.

After sorting out two boxes, Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang discovered that the photo albums were originally arranged in order in the boxes, but the years in each box were different.

Some boxes contained two years' worth of photo albums, and some contained one and a half years' worth of photo albums. It seemed that the number of photos was not uniform.

In terms of years, these albums cover the decade from 1889 to 1999.

A full decade of cloud photos were packed into these eight boxes.

There are rarely any landmarks in these photos; they are basically pure sky photos, with one or two treetops appearing occasionally.

The back of the photos only marked the time and weather, but did not indicate where the photos were taken, who took the photos, or what the photos were used for.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Hao suddenly took out the diary he found in the room.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Take a look at it first." Zhang Hao handed over the diary.

Just as he handed it over, Hao Xie pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the small book in the hands of the two people that was obviously different from other photo albums, he asked curiously: "What is this?" (End of this chapter)