Doctor: "Little Sheep, what is your identity in the plot this time?"
Wu Heng picked up the communicator and sent a message. This message could be received by three people. He did not avoid Old Lamp.
Avoiding Old Lamp, there is also the possibility that Old Lamp will check the information with Little Sheep privately. It is better to send it directly from him to increase the trust level.
"My identity this time is that of a 65-year-old old woman. My husband is dead and I have no children. I have several hundred million yuan in my card." Little Sheep replied in seconds.
"I'll send you an address. Come to this place before tomorrow morning. There is an important plot character who needs to be taken care of."
This kind of thing cannot be hidden, just like when Cap-Wearing Woman came into contact with Frank in the Cenobite plot world, and when he came into contact with Kirsty, there will be a reminder of his first contact with the plot characters, and Little Sheep will know it when he meets it.
"Important plot character, doctor, have you figured out the plot?"
Old Lamp had just finished picking up the garbage and emptied the garbage truck. When he saw the news, he didn't even bother to wipe his hands, so he asked quickly.
"I found a plot character, but I don't know the main plot, so I have to find out more about it."
"Little Sheep just entered Lighthouse has no ability, why not let me take care of it. I can sweep enough garbage on the road."
Just as Old Lamp was about to continue typing, a middle-aged woman wearing a red scarf came over and stared at Old Lamp. She was the street sanitation supervisor. He hurriedly pressed the send button and put the contact device in his pocket.
"No, just do this kind of thing Little Sheep. You have to play a role in a more important position."
"By the way Old Lamp, can I ask what your strength is and how strong it is."
Wu Heng finished sending the message and waited quietly for a reply. He had actually always wanted to ask, but he just didn't have a good word.
Of course, he would believe at most three points of what the other party said, it was just a reference.
Little Sheep: "Uncle Old Lamp, don't worry. The doctor is very smart. We are teammates. Just listen to him. I'll be there right away."
After waiting for two minutes, Old Lamp sent the message:
"I'm considered a martial arts god, and I'm hiring a self-demon body, probably in the middle of the first level."
"By the way, doctor, you asked me to disguise my original identity, but I really can't do the cleaning work. I'll just stay in the room these days!"
Old Lamp had already gone to the toilet to send a message. The garbage truck outside had been overturned by him, leaving a middle-aged woman dancing around.
"Well, you should take care of the arrangements for such a small matter. Just try to maintain your original identity. Also, don't take out the contact device casually. There is a risk of exposure, especially Little Sheep."
Wu Heng ended the chat after continuing to send a sentence.
Then I checked some information on the Internet at the hotel, and at the same time found a company-registered agent, who had to do the whole thing for the show.
Early the next morning, Zhang Heku, dressed in mourning clothes, had already arrived in front of the mourning hall set up in the funeral home. Close relatives and friends who had received the obituary had already arrived one after another.
He checked his cell phone, then hurriedly walked outside the door to greet Wu Heng and briefly introduced him to the people around him.
Amidst a burst of compliments, Wu Heng, dressed in black, with a solemn expression and his arms tied with white cloth, walked into the mourning hall, placed incense sticks on Zhang Long, and then walked to the sitting area next to him and sat down.
Zhang Heku diligently handed Wu Heng a newspaper and opened the video on his mobile phone to show Wu Heng the success of his labor.
Wu Heng glanced around and saw that the news newspapers had published information about the funeral and plans to send meat dumplings, and introduced some reporters and Internet celebrities who would visit the scene.
Among them were the presence of Wu Jiawei, the "most popular anchor who shoots meat dumpling videos" and Gray Bear, the "exploration internet celebrity".
We also conducted an interview to explain the local custom of delivering meat rice dumplings as Zhong Kui, and conducted an analysis of folk culture.
It seems that the TV station used the "expensive funeral" as a gimmick to save face, but in fact it was paid interviews for publicity.
This is enough.
Zhang Heku clicked on the next video, which was a video of obituaries posted on the walls in many places to prove his ability to act.
"He Ku, I'm very satisfied with what you've done so far. I believe your father will be pleased if he knows. I have to spend time preparing for the company these two days, so you will have to work harder here."
Wu Heng looked at the energetic Zhang Heku, praised him, then turned around and walked out the door.
He walked until no one was around and then looked at his phone. There were 13 missed calls in total.
They are all the same number, and the dialing time is about 1 minute apart. It can be seen that the other party seems to be very anxious.
When the ringtone rang again, Wu Heng answered the call.
"Hey, is this uncle, the mage on the street yesterday?"
Jiamin's excited and anxious voice came from the phone.
"Oh, I am. You must be the poor girl yesterday. I recognize your voice."
Wu Heng softened the tone and replied like a priest.
"Uncle, I have prepared the things you asked me to prepare. Where can I find you?"
"Oh, it seems you have already made a decision. You can come directly to this location."
Wu Heng sent the location of an abandoned house in the wild that he had chosen.
"Oh oh oh, I know, I'll come right away."
Jiamin hurriedly hung up the phone, packed up the items he had secretly prepared, and stuffed them all into his backpack.
"Auntie, I'm going out to work."
Jiamin said this to Aunt Yulan, who had some mental problems of her own.
"Press? Oh oh. Oh oh, come back soon." Chen Yulan, who looked slightly sluggish, was stunned for a second before replying.
Jiamin saw that Aunt Yulan had understood, and hurried out the door with her shoulder bag on her back, all the way to the place designated by Wu Heng.
In front of him is an abandoned and dilapidated house. The bricks and stones on the walls have fallen off, the wooden doors and windows have been weathered, and the roof tiles are broken, exposing the rafters inside.
If it weren't for the fact that there was only this house surrounded by wild grassland, Jiamin would have doubted whether he had taken the wrong road.
I was hesitating whether to go in or not.
Wu Heng, neatly dressed and with meticulous hair, had already arrived at the door and waved to Jiamin.
Jiamin followed Wu Heng into the old house with his neck slightly hunched.
There were a few flies flying in the house, and there was almost no furniture. There were only some tattered debris scattered on the ground, covered with thick dust, and only the edges were exposed.
"Uncle, are we here?"
Jiamin felt a little scared of this environment, but she had no choice.
For so many years, every moment has been like living in a nightmare, but I have never been able to wake up.
The uncle in front of her gave her a glimmer of hope. This was her last life-saving straw, and she was no longer allowed to question or escape.
She didn't even dare to doubt that this handsome-looking uncle was a bad person, because that meant everything was just a lie, and she would still have to live in the nightmare. Instead of that, she might as well choose to believe it.
Even if the belief is wrong, the most you can do is die, and it will feel better if you die!
"You may not look at the mess here, but it is a place where yin and yang meet, which is good for attracting and removing evil spirits. It is just not suitable for people to live for a long time, which is why it is abandoned."
"Oh, that's it." Jiamin Although I didn't understand it, it seemed to make sense, so I affirmed it and felt relieved.