Chapter 12: Third Uncle is still Yang Daguang

"This is really scary." the fat man said in a frivolous tone.

Wu Suowei took down the talisman on the wooden door.

"Wow, it's Lin Zhengying, this is." Wu Suowei said.

boom……

Wu Suowei kicked the wooden door to the ground and said, "Let's go in."

"Fuck."

The fat man didn't know whether he was surprised by Wu Suowei's violence or was shocked by the situation in the room.

The room of more than ten square meters was in a mess.

There is a bed on the left and a chair on the right with a washbasin on it.

Right in front of us, there is a desk, which is also very messy, with a radio, a typhoon and other things on it.

The key point is that there is a stool in front of the desk, and a corpse is sitting on the stool.

Indescribably weird.

The three people were right behind the body and could not see the front of the body, so they could not identify the body.

A few people walked over, and Wu Xie looked nervous.

The mummy was thin, with a face that looked like a mummy, and was wearing a leather coat.

Several people looked at each other, and Wu Xie picked up the lighter on the desk with a nervous look.

The fat man here also picked up something on the desk.

Wu Suowei looked around the house. He knew there was a secret room inside.

The fat man glanced at Wu Xie, and Wu Xie turned his head as well.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xie said to Fatty.

"The bronze medal of your Wu family." said the fat man.

Look at the number three engraved on the lighter and the province on the bronze plate.

The three words on this lighter were carved by Wu Xie when he was a child.

Both the bronze medal and the lighter belong to Wu Sansheng.

Wu Xie's eyes went dark, and he felt hopeless. A thought kept repeating itself in his mind: He, Third Uncle, was dead.

"Tian Zhen, don't worry, let's look for it again." The fat man comforted.

"There is a word "three" on this lighter. It was engraved on my third uncle's lighter when I was a child." Wu Xie said sadly.

"No, it's impossible, this must be a scam. Someone set a trap and made me think this was my third uncle. How is it possible, this can't be my third uncle. Fatty, little Wu Ge'er, what do you think?" Wu Xie said incoherently.

Wu Xie's eyes were red, he couldn't accept this reality.

He rummaged through the house like a madman.

Fatty looked at Wu Xie and hugged him.

"Tian, ​​Tian Zhen, calm down, calm down. Little Brother Wu, don't just stand there and watch, come and help." The fat man said anxiously.

"Haha, boss, calm down first. Listen to me, you are all overwhelmed by the scene before your eyes. I don't know who Wu Sanxing is, but don't you know? He is a capable person.

I can tell from your words that he is very smart. You Wu family are all shrewd people. It is impossible for him to die here. Besides, this mummy has been here for more than ten years. Unless he resurrects and sends you a text message, asking you to come find him, Wu Suowei said with a smile.

"Then who is this mummy?" Wu Xie looked heartbroken.

Oh my god, I can't look at it directly, it's too...

"Haha, let's see if we can find something to prove his ID card or something like that." Wu Suowei said with a smile. "Yes, yes, let's see if there's an ID card or work permit in his clothes." Wu Xie said anxiously.

Wu Suowei put on gloves and walked forward to put the mummy to the ground, then cut the mummy's clothes with a knife.

"Slow down, slow down. Don't row your Uncle Tianzhen." The fat man was still teasing him.

Wu Xie glanced at Fatty and told him to shut up.

After a while, a wallet appeared from the inner pocket of the mummy's jacket.

"Wow... this wallet is all patinaed." Wu Suowei took a look.

I wiped the ID card and found that the name on it was Yang Daguang.

"Boss, your third uncle should not be called Yang Daguang, hehe." Wu Suowei said with a smile.

"Tian Zhen, let me tell you. The dead man is not your third uncle. Look at what happened to you just now." The fat man said from the side.

Huh... Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief.

"But now we can't prove that this ID card belongs to this corpse." Wu Xie was much more relaxed at this time, but he still had to figure it out.

The fat man brought the photo to the face of the mummy and said, "Tian Zhen, little Wu Ge'er, take a look at the photos. Tian Zhen, compare them. Look at this forehead, look at these cheekbones, this is one person, Yang Daguang.

Your uncle, that old fox, won't die so easily. Naivety and emotions will lower a person's IQ. Isn't that right, little Wu Ge'er?"

"Haha, that's why, boss, you should relax. If Uncle Wu died, he could still send you text messages." Wu Suowei said.

"Little Wu is right. His words may be a little blunt, but his logic is valid. Don't let your emotions affect your IQ. It's really embarrassing." The fat man made a joke.

"Shut up..." Wu Xie said.

Haha ...

[Ding, the host participates in solving Wu Xie's mental illness and helps Wu Xie out of his predicament, and the system will issue a special reward.

Reward: Mastery of driving skills. With it, you will be an experienced driver in Akina Mountain. 】

Fuck, this is possible. System, I am just a lazy person, the kind who just does nothing.

Is this damn system forcing me to get involved? It's so active.

You still call yourself an old driver of Akina Mountain? I think you are an old driver, you are always complaining about things every day.

Looking at the rewards given by the system, I was like, what the hell is going on? Well, I'll just accept my fate, after all, my system is what I want.

Oh, the system is asking me to go racing. Never mind, maybe it will be useful someday.

Although I am very strong, I am not a god and I make mistakes sometimes. Maybe this can help a lot.

Alas, day after day, there is no normal reward. What has happened? It has turned me, a five-good youth in society, into a social youth.

Now I want to drive fast, it's all the fat guy's fault, he led me astray.

He is the happiest person day by day.

Fatty: None of my business.

Wu Suowei was thinking about something on the side when he suddenly heard it.

bang...

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