Chapter 794: Trash, You Don’t Even Know How to Cook
The phone rang. Xiao Li picked up the phone and glanced at it. Seeing that the caller ID was Xi Bo, she could not help but be stunned. Heber… Unless it was a festival, Hebe usually would not call her.
Xi Bo was just the butler of her private villa. Why was he calling her?
Just as the call was about to end, Xiao Li picked up the phone in ti.
“Hebe.”
The person on the other end was clearly silent for a mont before saying to Xiao Li respectfully, “Miss Lawson, the abandoned house next door has been bought.”
Xiao Li almost did not rember what Xi Bo was talking about.
When she rembered what the so-called house next door was, her expression changed slightly. “Who bought it?” Xiao Li’s tone beca serious. That house had already beco a real haunted house. Who was so foolish to buy it?
He heard Xi Bo say, “A Mr. Zhuang.”
Xiao Li’s heart raced.
Zhuang?
Could it be him?
Xi Bo did not hear Xiao Li speak and knew that she might have guessed her identity. After hesitating for a mont, Xi Bo reminded her, “Miss Lawson, he’s your ex-husband.”
Her guess was completely confird. For a mont, Xiao Li was speechless.
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Monterey Bay was the destination Zhuang Long had ntioned?
The world was so big, yet he went there…
After guessing why Zhuang Long went to Monterey, Xiao Li’s heart beat faster.
After Xi Bo reported the situation, he did not say anything else and waited for Xiao Li to reply. Xiao Li cald down her surging emotions and said to Xi Bo, “Xi Bo, pay more attention to him. If there’s anything unusual with him, you must contact imdiately.”
Xi Bo agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Heber heard the nervous tone of the lady on the phone. He could not help but suspect that the lady still had feelings for Mr. Zhuang.
When Zhuang Long returned ho, his head hurt like it was about to explode.
He threw himself onto the soft sofa. He held a cup of water tightly in his hand and racked his brains to recall so details. However, he could not rember anything at all. Whether it was the perverted murderer’s father or anything related to Xiao Li, he could not rember anything.
Zhuang Long fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.
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In the morning, Zhuang Long realized that he had woken up in bed.
He sat up and looked at the room, confused. When did he go upstairs? Or had the second personality woken up again last night? He did not have the mory of the second personality, but the second personality had his mory. ‘He’ had gone straight to his room to sleep. He was so blatant that he was no longer afraid that he would discover ‘his’ existence.
Zhuang Long rembered what the doctor had said.
The doctor said that ‘he’ hoped that he could recover.
Did ‘he’ do this to tell Zhuang Long that sothing in this house could wake him up? Since ‘he’ was so eager to recover, it was impossible not to leave clues.
If he wanted Zhuang Long to completely recover, he must have his own plans.
Zhuang Long suddenly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. He found his laptop in the living room.
He turned on the surveillance cara and changed the ti back to around five o’clock yesterday afternoon. He had sat on the sofa and played for a long ti yesterday. He rembered the last ti he looked at the ti. It was around four forty. The scene jumped to five o’clock. Through the surveillance cara, Zhuang Long saw himself lying on the sofa and sleeping.
He did not know how long he had slept for. Other than being very patient when doing research, Zhuang Long was actually an impatient person when he encountered other things. Zhuang Long dragged the mouse and realized that his sleeping posture in the surveillance cara had moved, so he clicked play.
He woke up a few minutes after seven.
At this mont, he was no longer him, but another personality.
After ‘he’ got up, he looked straight at the cara. He rembered the location of the surveillance cara. ‘he’ gently pressed his abdon and turned to the kitchen. Only then did Zhuang Long know that ‘he’ was hungry.
‘He’ searched for a while. A few minutes later, he walked out of the kitchen with empty hands. ‘He’ looked helplessly at the cara, as if complaining that Zhuang Long did not know how to live.
‘He’ left the house.
After about an hour, ‘he’ returned with a big bag of vegetables.
Zhuang Long, who was behind the cara, saw ‘his’ every move and found it unbelievable.
What the hell?
His second personality even knew how to cook!
Zhuang Long watched as ‘he’ entered the kitchen. There was a series of bangs inside, and ‘he’ walked out with a bowl of noodles. Zhuang Long clicked stop. He deliberately enlarged the image and stared at the bowl of noodles for a long ti.
It was a bowl of seafood noodles. The prawn at was pink with so chili. The noodles were cooked until they were soft and delicious.
It was a bowl of seafood noodles. The prawn at was pink with so chili. The noodles were cooked until they were soft and delicious.
He continued to play.
At this mont, the ‘he’ in the surveillance cara suddenly looked up at the surveillance cara and opened his mouth to say sothing. The surveillance cara was silent, and only the image was silent. Zhuang Long could tell from his lips that he was saying—
Trash, you don’t even know how to cook.
Zhuang Long was speechless.
He was actually despised by his second personality. He did not expect his second personality to have such a personality.
“He” finished his noodles and washed the dishes. He was about to say sothing when he suddenly covered his head. After a while, when “he” looked up again, his face was a little pale. “He” did not have ti to say anything more, but Zhuang Long saw “him” reach out and point at a room.
Then the man went upstairs.
Zhuang Long switched the video to the surveillance caras in the room and adjusted the ti. When he saw ‘him’ appear in the house, he did nothing and just lay down to sleep.
It seed like the second personality would disappear soon after waking up.
Zhuang Long turned off the surveillance caras and walked to the sofa to sit down. He pointed in the sa direction as he had seen in the surveillance caras. Zhuang Long looked in the direction of the finger and realized that it was pointing at a house. After thinking for a while, Zhuang Long stood up from the sofa and walked towards the house.
The last ti the housekeeping company ca, Zhuang Long only asked them to clean the main hall, kitchen, and washroom on the first floor. He did not let them touch the other houses. Hence, when he pushed open the door, he saw this scene—
This house looked like a gym. The house was filled with so fitness equipnt. Of course, the fitness equipnt, the floor, and the ceiling above their heads were a little dirty with a layer of dust. On the ground were the footprints of adult n.
Staring at the footprints, Zhuang Long pondered for a mont before raising his leg and leaving another footprint on the dust.
This footprint was the sa size as the previous footprints.
These were his own footprints.
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