Why Bother?
Welcome to "I'm Trapped in the Same Day for a Thousand Years," exclusively produced by Feilu Novel Network, narrated by Sang Ze Wang Xiaomo Lao He.
Wu Chen stopped unlocking the door, turned around and looked down the stairs with a calm expression, unsure of who was coming upstairs.
If it were Old Blade, he couldn't beat Wu Chen; he wouldn't be able to escape at such close range.
Wu Chen watched as the heavy, chaotic footsteps drew near.
A burly middle-aged man staggered up to the fourth and a half floor.
He was dressed casually, his clothes were greasy, his hair was messy, and he was a little overweight. He was clearly drunk, and he staggered up the stairs while holding onto the railing.
Wu Chen stopped looking, went back to the doctor, and used his key to open the door.
That man was certainly not Old Blade; he was just a drunkard who rented a room in this building.
Wu Chen opened the door and saw Wu Lin's apartment. It wasn't big, a standard two-bedroom, one-living room apartment, about 60 or 70 square meters. It was fully furnished with all kinds of family items and was very clean, even giving off a cozy feeling.
This house must be cleaned regularly, and the owner occasionally comes back to stay for a couple of days.
Although the house had never been used by anyone Ding Runlong had assigned to handle matters, it was precisely because it was unused that it needed to be kept alive. Otherwise, it would be suspicious if someone suddenly returned to a house that had been uninhabited for many years.
Wu Chen closed the door and walked inside, looking around the living room.
Over the next few minutes, he walked around the house, looking at all the rooms and even opening the wardrobe in the bedroom, looking for something.
Since this place has never been used before and there is no precedent, Wu Chen naturally wouldn't know exactly where to put things if he were to put them here.
However, Wu Chen, who has experienced Millennium Reincarnation, has learned almost everything. He can find anything that is available, and it only takes him a very short time.
After circling around, Wu Chen returned to the living room. He sat on the sofa, thought for a moment, then stood up and went around to the back of the sofa.
This is a fabric sofa. The sofa cover can be peeled off for washing; there's a zipper at the back of the sofa.
Wu Chen paused for a moment, looking at the pull tab behind the sofa, then raised his hand and pulled it open, first horizontally and then vertically, forming a triangular opening.
Wu Chen smiled as he looked into the three houses, because he saw something.
The back of the sofa had been partially hollowed out, revealing a silver-gray metal box inside.
If there's something, the Old Blade will definitely come.
Wu Chen took out the suitcase, carried it, and sat down in front of the sofa. He placed the suitcase on the coffee table. The suitcase was heavy and had a combination lock.
Wu Chen thought about it again and realized that everything was arranged by Jiang Chuan, and that Jiang Chuan might have even placed the box there in advance.
People have a habit of using the same password repeatedly, especially for unimportant things.
The box itself is important, but the combination lock isn't. Because if an outsider gets hold of it, what difference does the combination lock make?
Even a brick can break the lock.
Dust-free undulating roller, password 336, then flip the switch, and it clicks open.
Wu Chen opened the box completely and checked its contents. Inside were various medications for emergency trauma, as well as gauze, sutures, disinfectant, and other items.
None of that matters. What matters are the documents: fake ID cards, fake driver's licenses, fake passports—and the photos on all of these documents are of Old Blade.
The box also contained 50,000 yuan in cash, three bank cards, a phone card, a mobile phone, and other items needed for escape and communication.
There were also two pistols and a box of ammunition in the box.
The Old Blade will definitely come here.
Wu Chen checked everything, didn't touch anything, and then locked the box.
He got up and left the room. Once outside, he put the key back in its original place behind the meter box, then went back inside and closed the door.
He pulled up a chair and sat down on the Balcony, crossed his legs, took out his phone, and while scrolling through it, kept glancing out the window out of the corner of his eye.
The house is not open to the north and south; the windows face west, offering a slanted view of the west alley entrance.
Wu Chen didn't wear a jacket but a baseball cap because he considered that he might arrive at the same time as the Old Blade and bump into him in the alley. If the old Daoist Old Blade saw him from afar, he could still run away. Wearing a baseball cap would cover his face to some extent, making it impossible for the old Daoist priest to recognize him from a distance.
More than 10 minutes later, Wu Chen, who was looking at his phone, suddenly turned his head and looked out the window at the alley entrance that he could barely see. He saw a taxi parked on the main road outside the alley, and a man got out of the car and took out 100 yuan in cash from a pink wallet to pay the fare.
The person was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and a black trench coat. He looked somewhat bulky, but not quite like someone who was fat.
Although Wu Zhen Old Blade's face, she was certain it was Old Blade. His height and habitual gait didn't lie, and his distinctive features made it impossible to see his face.
His bulky appearance was due to the many layers of clothing he was wearing. His wounds had likely reopened, and he was wearing more than one coat to avoid being seen bleeding out.
And the wallet is a striking pink.
When the Old Blade escaped from the hospital, he was probably only wearing a hospital gown and had nothing else. His wallet was obviously stolen. The taxi driver might have noticed something was wrong with him—a grown man using a woman's wallet—but no one would have bothered.
Old Blade took a few steps into the alley, but suddenly stumbled. He pressed his hand to himself, clutched his chest, and forced himself to walk a few more steps before straightening up.
Once his gait returned to normal, Wu Chen disappeared from sight; his view was blocked.
Wu Chen stood up and quickly dialed a number. "Brother-in-law, you've found the person."
Yes.
Li Ruotai immediately picked her up.
Shortly after speaking with her sister Li Ruobing called her again to tell her that her brother-in-law Wu Chen knew where the person was and had gone to look for them.
Li Ruotai was both shocked and excited. He told his sister that he was going to call his brother-in-law to ask about the situation, but Li Ruobin scolded him and told him to wait for the call and not to cause trouble.
So, Li Ruotai had been waiting for Wu Chen to call him and ask the hospital to send an ambulance to the west of the city. Wu Chen immediately told Li Ruotai the detailed address and then hung up the ambulance.
Of course, it was for Old Blade; he should arrive in about 30 minutes.
Thirty minutes is enough for Wu Chen to get everything sorted out.
It was originally agreed that Li Ruotai would be allowed to sit in on the proceedings, but Li Ruotai acted on his own initiative, and thus missed the opportunity.
A few minutes later, click, click, someone opened the door with the key to 501. It opened immediately, and a man wearing a mask and a baseball cap appeared and entered. He then slammed the door shut, took off his mask, and gasped, "Damn, it hurts!"
He didn't dare to utter a sound the whole way.
After taking a few steps into the living room, the Old Blade suddenly felt something was amiss. Jiang Chuan had told him the box was in the sofa, but now it was on the coffee table, and there was a chair on the Balcony, which clashed with the clean and tidy feel of the living room. It was as if someone had recently come by, sat on the Balcony, and left without putting the chair back. Why bother?
Suddenly a man's voice came from behind. The old man turned around abruptly, and in that instant, he pulled a sharp knife from his pocket. It looked like a kitchen knife, something that could be bought anywhere.
His movements were swift and fierce. Despite being severely injured, his movements were almost uninterrupted. He turned around, took a step, and swung his knife towards Wu Chen's neck.
His movements suddenly stopped, as if Old Blade had a stress response; upon hearing the sound, he turned around to kill.
He was very professional and moved extremely quickly, but then he suddenly stopped.
Wu Chen didn't do anything; he simply watched him.
Wu Zhen leaned against the wall, her hands in her suit belt, her body slightly leaning back, the back of her head against the wall, her baseball cap brim turned up, standing against the wall in a very relaxed and casual posture, with a smile on her face and her gaze calmly watching Old Blade, who had suddenly been picked up.
The Old Blade Daoist priest raised his knife-wielding arm high, but then stopped.
He stopped for no other particular reason than that he recognized the person who was born as Wu Chen.
Yesterday, in the confined space of the elevator, seven people tried to attack Wu Chen, but Wu Chen turned the tables and killed Wu Chen all. This kind of fighting power is beyond terrifying. Old Blade is a knife expert who has been through so many life-and-death situations, but he has never seen anyone so strong. He is outrageously strong.
The Old Blade knew he couldn't beat Wu Chen; even if he weren't seriously injured, he still wouldn't stand a chance.
Moreover, he knew that Wu Chen had deliberately spared his life; his wound was very close to his heart, and he almost died.
Under those circumstances, Wu Chen was still able to make such precise control, sparing his life by the slightest margin. The Old Blade could not even imagine what kind of terrifying and harsh training Wu Chen had undergone. He had thought about it even when he was in the hospital bed, and even mocked himself for it.
The Ding Family's intelligence on Wu Chen was definitely inaccurate. For him to try and use a knife in front of Wu Chen was nothing short of showing off his limited skills and only brought shame upon himself.
Old Blade kept his sheep-knife in hand, staring at Wu Chen with trepidation. What was Wu Chen doing here?
After another pause, the old man suddenly took two steps back, twisted his wrist, and pulled his arm back, assuming a defensive posture with his knife held in reverse.
He glanced at the door out of the corner of his eye. If the door was open, he could run away directly; if it was closed, he would need to open it.
He knew he couldn't escape, but he wanted to; the gun was in the box.
Wu Chen smiled at Old Blade, then nodded slightly, gesturing to Old Blade.
Old Blade glanced at the box on the tea street, but remained extremely wary and didn't move. He stared at Wu Chen, who was a few steps away from the tea table. He needed to open the box to get the gun, and he didn't even know if the gun Wu Chen had flipped over was loaded with bullets.
He didn't know whether Wu Chen had a gun or not.
Moving around recklessly is courting death. Relax. If I wanted to kill you, you would have died in the elevator yesterday.
Wu Chen smiled at the Old Blade, and then he stood up straight.
The Old Blade Daoist priest immediately took another step back in alertness.
The Old Blade knew, of course, that Wu Chen wouldn't kill him easily, but he also knew that if he didn't cooperate and revealed certain things, he would still be killed. And since Wu Chen was the kind of person who wouldn't talk, he said, "I've already called an ambulance for you."
Wu Chen smiled again and walked directly towards the sofa and coffee table.
Your injury won't last long. Even if it's stitched up, it won't be as badly damaged as you've done.
Wu Zhen smiled faintly as she walked towards the sofa, even turning her back to Old Blade. Old Blade, however, did not attack Wu Chen, because his thought was to run, not fight.
He had witnessed firsthand how quick Wu Chen's reactions were.
Wu Chen walked to the sofa, turned to sit down, and just as he was about to sit down, the Old Blade suddenly moved, about to rush towards the door. At the same time, Wu Chen had to speak up, "Ma Lingshan, I've heard that the black tea from Pumen is very good. Wouldn't you like to invite me to try some?"
After Wu Chen finished speaking, he sat down, turned his head and smiled, looking at Old Blade, whose body had already stiffened.
Old Blade had already turned around and taken his first step, but when he heard the name Ma Lingshan, he stopped abruptly.
When Wu Chen mentioned Pumen, it sent a chill down his spine.
The Old Blade slowly turned around, staring at Wu Chen with bloodshot eyes.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he gripped the knife even tighter.
Ancient books are turning white?
How did you know?
The Old Blade priest asked in a cold, hard voice.
Don't you want to talk to me?
Wu Chen smiled and raised an eyebrow at the Old Blade, then gestured with his eyes to the sofa chair to the side.
Sit on the road.
The Old Blade stared at Wu Chen, lost in thought in silence.
A few seconds later, he walked to this side of the tea street and sat down on the sofa chair on the side.
His gaze never left Wu Chen, and he always gripped the knife in his hand.
At this moment, the only thing that could give him a sense of security in front of Wu Chen was the knife in his hand.
Although this sense of security is self-deception and ultimately useless.
How did you know?
The Old Blade stared at Wu Chen again and asked, his face, pale from his injuries, devoid of any expression.
The keywords "Ma Lingshan" and "Pumen" prompted the Old Blade to keep Wu Chen on the trail.
Without resorting to force, the Old Blade decided to stay and talk to Wu Chen, because what Wu Chen was talking about was a secret that no one else knew.
Old Blade's real name on his ID card is Liu Yundao, and his age on the ID card is 40.
However, both the name Liu Yundao and his age are false.
The old man's original Ma Lingshan, but he changed Ma Shan when he was 16 years old.
At the age of 21, Ma Shan disappeared and was later confirmed to have died in a car accident. His body was dumped on a hillside and was highly decomposed when it was found, allowing his family to identify him by only one method.
Back then, technology was limited, DNA testing was not widely available, and there was no need to perform such testing unless absolutely necessary. Therefore, the bodies were not identified through DNA testing.
In reality, Ma Shan did not die. He fled due to a backlash and adopted a false identity called Chen Zhuanming.
After that, Chen Zhuangmin spent several years cutting hair in the border areas of the province, and then went to Myanmar.
After experiencing numerous trials and tribulations, he joined the Golden Flower Group and became a key member of the Golden Flower Group.
Upon his official return to China, he changed his identity once again, taking the place of a recently deceased person, and became known as Liu Minfeng.
At the age of 33, Liu Minfeng became his former name again, and his name on his ID card officially changed to Liu Yundao.
In other words, Ma Lingshan was Old Blade's first name, while Liu Yundao was his fifth name.
Currently, all those who know Old Blade only know the last three characters of his Old Blade. Before he joined the Golden Flower Group, the Golden Flower Group only knew him as Chen Zhuangming, and no one knew who he really was.
Ma Lingshan is legally a dead man; his household registration has been cancelled. This is Old Blade's biggest secret.
This secret also involves a very big issue: the Old Blade's family. He is the son of a tea farmer, and his actual age is only 41. Not only are his parents still alive, but his two older sisters are also still alive. His two older sisters have long been married and have children. Including his parents, they all live in that place Pumen for producing black tea, and live ordinary lives.
For a ruthless, fearsome, and ruthless Old Blade with countless enemies, having his family known is his greatest fear.
It's been 20 years, and you haven't dared to contact your family. I heard that your mother goes to sweep your grave every year.
As Wu Chen spoke, he opened a box on the tea street and took out a pistol from inside.
Old Blade held a knife in one hand, while his other hand braced against the sofa armrest, ready to grab Bu Chen at any moment to dodge or pounce on him.
I actually think that's right.
Wu Zhen continued speaking, then picked up the gun, removed the magazine, and glanced at it. There were bullets inside, but he was actually showing it to Old Blade.
He put the magazine back in, then pulled the holster and chambered a round.
Protecting your family from harm is something every man should do.
With a thud, Wu Chen slammed the pistol onto the coffee table, then slid it towards the Old Blade with just the right amount of force, stopping right at the edge of the table so the Old Blade could easily reach it.
The Old Blade Daoist's pupils contracted; Wu Chen had actually handed him the gun.
I'll give you a chance.
Wu Chen smiled at the Old Blade and said casually.
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