Electronic Nezha

Chapter 80, First Stop: The Museum

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" the four old men complained as they started rearranging their positions again.

Duan Shoujiang said, "If you want to go by bicycle, I'll have to get on your bike and follow you."

I said, "Why?" I'm not afraid of him following me, but I'm afraid that he has a heart condition and Xiao Wu might scare him badly.

Duan Shoujiang said, "What if you run away?"

"Where can I run to?"

Sun Zhancheng said, "He can't escape. Even if he runs to Washington, we can just come back and wait for him."

I glared at Duan Shoujiang and said, "I need to learn more from you, sir!"

Just as I was about to walk towards the car, Sun Zhancheng called me back. He took a walkie-talkie out of the trunk and handed it to me, saying, "Do you know how to use it?"

Why do you always keep this thing in your car?

“I used to be the team leader when we were doing sand-wearing.”

"Your car? Trying to get through sand?" I imagined countless scenarios for him in my mind, but none of them would actually work.

“I own several SUVs. Driving these cars in the city is about sentimentality; you wouldn’t understand.”

"I don't have anywhere to plug this thing in my car."

"I'll buy a few batteries when I pass by the gas station later."

Why buy batteries at a gas station?

"Because our car is almost out of gas."

Reasonable and measured, with a strong sense of justice.

I got into my car and said to Xiao Wu, "That car behind us isn't a friend of ours, but it'll be following us. Don't lose them."

After the Santana came into Xiao Wu's reversing view, Xiao Wu exclaimed, "My god, if you take this car to the scrap yard, they'll charge you the depreciation fee for the hydraulic flattening machine. And it's still on the road? Compared to it, I'm a luxury car!"

"Let's go, let's find a gas station to fill up first."

"Brother, I'm a tram!"

"Add more for the car behind."

"Just feed them some grass, they still have the nerve to cheer you on."

When I drove into the gas station, the staff looked completely bewildered and gestured frantically at me, saying, "We don't have any charging stations here!"

I gestured back at him, saying, "The one behind."

There was no one there.

After waiting for a long time, Sun Zhancheng took the helm, while Cheng Sihai and Duan Shoujiang struggled to push the car up the slope of the gas station.

"They didn't even say to keep an eye on the back. We're only 200 meters from the gas station before we run out of gas," Duan Shoujiang muttered.

"I can't do anything about how many meters away you are. I'm not a gas truck that can give you fuel." After saying that, he realized that even a gas truck can't give fuel, because modern cars have anti-fuel-theft designs.

While refueling, I went to the small supermarket at the gas station and bought a few batteries to set up the walkie-talkie.

I paid the fare and continued to lead the way. Through the walkie-talkie, Sun Zhancheng asked, "Fengzi, where are we going?"

"museum."

Duan Shoujiang immediately asked, "Why are you looking for Chen Bing at the museum?"

I said indifferently, "Let's establish a new rule: no questions allowed."

Sun Zhancheng said, "Alright, we won't ask you anything else. Just find Chen Bing, and we'll be yours before midnight. If we don't find him, you'll have to take care of all four of us!"

"So, do you have to reimburse me for the gas I paid during the day?"

There was no response from the other end.

When we arrived at the museum's parking lot, I showed the four of them a photo of Chen Bing that I had taken on my phone: "This is Chen Bing. He's very likely in one of the cars nearby. Identify him and check him one by one, in the parking lot and in the roadside parking spaces. Don't miss anyone." Perhaps seeing a glimmer of hope, the four of them didn't say much this time and split up to look for him. Even Wu Lianfeng, leaning on his crutches, hopped and skipped across the street.

We had a clear division of labor, with each person watching one row. There were more museum shuttle buses on weekends than usual, but the five of us worked quite quickly. However, our actions immediately attracted attention. A chubby security guard quickly came out of his booth, pointed at me, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

I quickly offered him a cigarette, but the chubby security guard blocked me with his hand: "Don't give me that. I've been watching you guys for ages. If you were just putting up ads, I'd turn a blind eye, but what are you looking for? If something goes missing from your car, I can't explain myself!"

I showed him Chen Bing's photo: "Master, have you seen this person before?"

"Never seen him before, why are you looking for him?"

I looked around and pointed at Sun Zhancheng, saying to the security guard, "This is that guy's best friend. He did something to offend him, so we've come to help him find someone."

"Owes money and won't pay it back?" The chubby security guard hit the nail on the head.

I shook my head and said, "No... tsk, it's hard to say."

The chubby security guard immediately lowered his voice and said, "Did this one green-face that one?"

"Shh, don't say I told you."

The chubby security guard sighed, took my cigarette, lit it, and said with a touch of melancholy, "Why are there so many things like this? Is there any hope for this society?" Then, his eyes darted around and he added, "Wait, you should look for this at the hotel. This is a museum!"

"Where is the interesting parking lot at the hotel?"

The chubby security guard choked on his smoke: "They're really playing fancy tricks!" As he walked toward the guard post, he kept peeking into the cars on both sides.

The investigation was basically over, and only one luxury RV with out-of-town license plates remained. Duan Shoujiang went up and knocked on the door, but the person inside did not show their face and simply said coldly, "It's not convenient to visit today." It seems that similar situations often occur.

Duan Shoujiang raised his plaster-cast hand and slammed it against the door twice. The person inside shouted angrily, "If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

Sun Zhancheng grabbed Duan Shoujiang and said loudly, "Please have mercy, my brother has wanted this car for half his life, let's go in and take a look."

We quickly gathered outside the RV, and the person inside shouted again, "Say it again!"

Sun Zhancheng whispered to his old brothers, "If he doesn't open the door, we'll find a way to break in!" Then he shouted, "We just want to see what's going on."

“Say that sentence again, without omitting a single word.”

"Please, have mercy, my brother's been wanting this car for half his life—"

The RV door suddenly opened, and a man holding a phone stand smiled and said to the camera while filming us, "I unexpectedly met some fans here today. Their wish was to visit my RV, so let's grant their wish." Turns out he was a content creator who promotes RV travel...

Later, as recorded on camera, the content creator warmly and attentively received us and gave us a detailed introduction to the facilities in the RV. We also took the opportunity to look around the entire vehicle. When we found that there was no one else around, we turned around and left together.

The chubby security guard also came out of the guard booth and asked disappointedly, "It's not him?"

……

After my initial defeat, the four people who already had little trust in me couldn't help but give me cold looks.

Duan Shoujiang asked, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​looking for someone at the museum? Did you consult a fortune teller?"

I said directly to Sun Zhancheng, "Take control of this!"

Sun Zhancheng rebuked Duan Shoujiang: "Say less."

Just then, the chubby security guard suddenly pointed at a white BMW that had just driven out of the parking lot and shouted at us, "That car has been parked there since this morning, and none of you went to check it!"

Sun Zhancheng glared at his henchmen and asked, "Who's in charge of that vehicle?"

Wu Lianfeng stammered, "Mine, I heard you guys shouting from the RV and went over there, who knew..."

The chubby security guard was so anxious that he waved his arms and shouted, "Why aren't you chasing after them?"

"Chase!" Sun Zhancheng rushed into the car in one stride. With profit in mind, the others were not slow either. Cheng Sihai and Duan Shoujiang grabbed Wu Lianfeng and carried him away in mid-air, throwing him into the back seat and shoving him into the corner. They actually caught up with the BMW even faster than I did.

I got on the bus, and Xiao Wu asked me, "Brother, should I lend a hand?"

I said, "No need, just keep up."

As I passed the guard post, the chubby security guard waved at me and shouted, "Let me know the result next time you come to the museum—you don't need to come on a special trip, just pass by sometime!"

(End of this chapter)