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Zhong Kui's Diary
"Ghost Brother, you must be seeing things," Fatty said, giving up the search and looking at me.
"When have I ever lied to you?" I retorted angrily. "Even if I'm seeing things, does that mean Jin Yang is too? Is Jin Zhao and Wuling City also seeing things?"
Fatty looked at me innocently, as I had just doubted moments ago that they were seeing things. People are like that; they never believe others and always think they are right.
After a moment of silence, I sighed, "Let's go out first! Find a way to explain this bathroom situation to the Jin Family!"
Fatty chuckled, "Just me slipping in the bathroom; only someone of my weight could create such a scene."
We walked back to the room, rested for a while, and then I took the compass and headed straight to the third floor.
Fatty quietly followed behind me, "Aren't we going to check the other rooms on the second floor?"
"Nope!" I replied irritably.
The original plan was to inspect each room thoroughly, but after what just happened, I changed my mind. Why bother looking around? I went straight to Old Man Jin's bedroom for inspection; this was a direct approach.
The layout of the third floor was different from the second floor; there were only three rooms: a study, a bedroom, and a therapy room.
The area of the first and third floors was the same. While there were many rooms on the first floor, there were only three on the third floor. One can imagine how large these three rooms must be. When Fatty and I pushed open Old Man Jin's bedroom door, it felt like we were opening the door to a basketball court. Sorry for exaggerating; actually, Old Man Jin's bedroom wasn't as big as a basketball court—at most, it was half the size.
Each floor of this villa had different ceiling heights. The first floor had a height of about 5 meters, the second floor around 4 meters, while the third floor was even more exaggerated at least 6 meters high. This doesn't even account for the space used for fire hoses and ventilation ducts in the Flower Board's false ceiling. I really couldn't understand Jin Manyuan's thinking—was he planning to fly kites in his room?
Looking around, yes, we were indeed surveying our surroundings. After cursing once together with Fatty, we finally entered the room.
Fatty and I split up to search. Not long after, Fatty exclaimed from the corner of the wall and waved for me to come over.
Could it be that Fatty discovered something? I walked over, and Ding Fatty pointed at the six-meter-high Flower Board, saying, "Look!"
I strained my eyes for a moment; the European-style ceiling had smooth patterns, nothing unusual. I asked in confusion, "What do you want me to see? What's wrong with this ceiling?"
"Look at that, that rounded corner!" Fatty said anxiously. "Don't you see? That rounded corner hides something!"
"What hidden thing? Speak plainly!" I still couldn't see anything and felt a bit irritated.
"There's a black protrusion on the inner side of that rounded corner. Didn't you notice?" Fatty seemed a bit surprised.
Damn, I suddenly remembered that Ding Fatty had a vision of 0; that's the best vision on the eye chart. Only those who don't read would have such good eyesight. I often used this to mock him, and I can't believe I forgot about it.
Following Fatty's point direction, I squinted my eyes and looked again. Yes, there seemed to be a black dot.
"This is definitely a Mini Projector," Ding Fatty said excitedly.
"Damn, it's indeed man-made!" I was also thrilled. To be honest, I had some fear earlier in Jin Yang's room. It was precisely because I couldn't explain it and didn't know the reason that I felt scared. Now that we found a Projector, it meant someone was behind all this. Knowing the reason made my fear vanish.
"How do we take it down?" Ding Fatty looked around. The black dot was six meters high, and without tools, it would be quite difficult to remove.
I estimated the angle of the Flower Board and the position of the Projector, cleared my throat, and said, "Fatty, step aside!"
Fatty stared at me with his mouth agape, looking incredulous. "No way?"
"I'll give it a try!" I moved my limbs and shook my waist.
Fatty stepped aside and watched me.
I took a few steps back, made a run-up, and with a strong push, I leaped into the air. Then, using both legs to kick off, I quickly reached the corner of the wall above. At this moment, my upward momentum had diminished, and my body began to descend. I lightly shouted and spread my legs to brace against the walls on either side, while my right hand reached out to touch the Flower Board, positioning myself at an angle and securing myself in the corner.
In other words, the corner had three surfaces: the two side walls and the Flower Board. My feet and right hand supported one surface each, forming a stable Triangle.
Fatty below was clicking his tongue in admiration. I understood his amazement; someone of his weight would never be able to pull off such a feat in his lifetime.
The rounded black protrusion was right in front of my head, and I could see it clearly. Yes, it was indeed the lens of the Mini Projector.
Just as I was about to reach out with my left hand to grab it, heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell. The sound was so heavy that it seemed its owner was burdened with deep thoughts, completely oblivious to the noise he was making.
I cursed under my breath; this was not good. I kicked off with my legs and performed a backflip downwards. Just as I was about to signal Ding Fatty to pretend to perform a ritual, an idea struck me. I pointed towards Under the Bed and instructed Ding Fatty to crawl in. Ding Fatty exploded in anger, pointing at his belly and muttering under his breath, "Are you kidding me? Do you think I can fit in there?"
Looking around, aside from that, there were only two large floor-to-ceiling curtains by the window. The two of us awkwardly hid behind the curtains, standing against the wall. I turned to Fatty and cursed because his belly made the curtain bulge out dramatically.
"Pull in your stomach!" I whispered.
"Damn it, you know my belly is big and still ask me to hide," Ding Fatty complained. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath, which made his belly shrink slightly, reducing the curtain's bulge. There was no time to worry about that anymore because the footsteps had reached the door.
With a soft sound, the door was pushed open.
I secretly pulled apart the curtain just enough to peek through.
It was Jin Zhao! What was he doing in Old Man Jin's room?
Jin Zhao seemed preoccupied with thoughts as he carried a box in his hand. He casually surveyed the room before closing the door behind him.
Since that door had been kicked open by Jin Yang, it had not been repaired. With one incident after another occurring and their only caretaker having been beheaded, the Jin Family was currently quite chaotic. Although Jin Zhenzhong had many assistants in business, for some reason, he had not brought any of them into the house. In fact, aside from the servants and drivers of the Jin Family, we Taoists were their only outsiders.
After Jin Zhao closed the door, he walked straight towards the corner of the room, which was where the Projector was located.
Upon reaching the corner, Jin Zhao set down the box he was carrying and looked up at the Flower Board, seemingly lost in thought and remaining still.
At that moment, Fatty seemed to be feeling a bit uncomfortable. He let out a long sigh, and I quickly turned around to glare at him. He looked frustrated and sucked in his stomach.
Looking back at Jin Zhao, he still showed no signs of movement, staring blankly in the direction of the Projector.
What on earth is he trying to do?
Time passed slowly, and Fatty kept relaxing his belly. Eventually, he completely ignored my anger, allowing his large stomach to protrude between the curtains, looking as if he didn't care about anything.
Fortunately, Jin Zhao didn’t glance our way; he just kept staring at the Flower Board as if it were an old lover he hadn’t seen in years.
After about ten minutes, Jin Zhao suddenly crouched down and opened the box, pulling out four or five suction cups that resembled those used for unclogging toilets but appeared more advanced.
"What is that?" Ding Fatty whispered in my ear.
I ignored him; why not just wait and see?
Jin Zhao attached the suction cups to his wrists and ankles and walked over to the corner. With a series of popping sounds, he climbed up like a gecko.
So this is what those things are for—climbing walls.
Jin Zhao reached the Projector and took out a Screwdriver from his pocket, starting to poke at the rounded edges.
I felt a spark of interest and took out my phone to prepare for a photo. Suddenly remembering that my phone made a clicking sound when taking pictures, I gestured towards Fatty. This guy liked to secretly take photos of beautiful women on buses, so he specifically bought a high-resolution phone that could take pictures silently.
Fatty took out his phone and switched to camera mode, capturing the scene above his head.
Jin Zhao had been pounding on something above for a while, then took out a palm-sized object from the rounded corner. He quickly climbed down, tidied up the item, and prepared to leave.
“Jin Da Shao! What a coincidence!” I pulled back the curtain and walked out, acting as if I were an old acquaintance meeting in the park.
Jin Zhao's expression changed drastically as he looked at me and Fatty, momentarily speechless.
“Jin Zhao? Jin Da Shao? gld, big, yung?” Fatty called out to Jin Zhao while holding his phone: “Smile for the camera! Don’t you understand Chinese? ia, yi, ia!”
Jin Zhao turned his gaze toward Fatty's phone, his face drained of color, and trembled as he asked, “What do you two mean?”
“What about you?” I smiled.
“One million. I’ll buy your phone and have you keep my secret!” Jin Zhao pointed at Fatty's phone. In this regard, he was much more generous than Jin Zhenzhong. The mention of one million didn’t even make him blink.
“I can’t believe it! One million!” Fatty elbowed me in disbelief. It was no wonder he was tempted; right now we were in Star City, playing tricks to scam someone, and at most we could make ten or eight thousand a month. After expenses, we barely managed to be part of the white-collar class. Even doing Health Treatment, we only dared to call one...
“Yes! One million!” Seeing Fatty's reaction, a glimmer of hope appeared on Jin Zhao's face.
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