This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 9 Strange Bracelet
After everything was ready, Lin Jue turned on the camera. Any props in the play were useful.

Just like the medicine bottle before gave him a legitimate reason to find Zhang Yanmei, the camera in this play must have a more important role besides making him look closer to the character.

Maybe it was to let him record what happened when he lived as "Wang Tianshu".

The camera light was flashing. Lin Jue first took a picture of the interior of the room, then walked to the window and prepared to open it to get some fresh air.

Looking down from the window, there is an open space behind the house, overgrown with weeds, and at this moment there is a figure in the weeds, seemingly looking for something?
"Mr. Zhu? What is he looking for?"

Lin Jue was stunned and pointed the camera at the open space. Mr. Zhu in the picture looked solemn and stomped his feet on the ground every few steps.

It looks like it's trying to find out if there's anything underground.

"What could be buried underground?" Lin Jue muttered to himself, his voice recorded on the camera: "Could there be another body buried there?"

After saying this, he seemed to be startled himself and hurriedly turned off the camera.

Mr. Zhu downstairs walked to a corner of the open space, stepped hard, his expression changed slightly, and he left in a hurry.

Lin Jue witnessed everything, closed the window, took off his shirt and sat on the bed. It was almost noon, and it was time to start practicing the Tempering Technique.

The practice over the past few days made him feel that the first level of quenching skills should not only have the function of attaching flames to weapons, but should also have deeper uses.

As his breathing slowed down, his body temperature rose sharply, the surface of his skin turned red like a branding iron, and a large amount of white steam spewed out of his pores.

At this moment, he was like a human steam engine. The room was filled with mist, and through the vapor, one could clearly see that every piece of Lin Jue's flesh and blood was breathing rhythmically.

An hour later, the moisture in the room gathered and receded. Lin Jue opened his eyes and clenched his fist. "My strength seems to have increased a bit. Is this the second effect of the quenching technique? Can it increase my blood and energy?"

He tried doing push-ups, and the number was obviously more than a dozen than before, which showed that his strength had increased a lot.

"This is only the first level of the Fire Tempering Technique. The second level, Fire Control, allows you to control flames and possess all sorts of incredible uses."

"This world has strangely revived, and it seems to have brought something incredible with it. Perhaps those who specialize in dealing with strange events are not ordinary people."

Lin Jue got dressed and decided to go out for something to eat.

There was a place to sleep in the room, but there was no pot. He didn't know how long the play would last. If it was long, he would have to buy a set of kitchen utensils.

As he walked out of the apartment building, he happened to meet Mr. Zhu coming out of Room 101 with a bag on his back.

"Brother Zhu." Lin Jue greeted him, glancing into the room through the door which was not completely closed.

The woman was still slumped on the bed with her head tilted. When she saw Lin Jue looking at her, she opened her mouth again.

ah... ah...

boom!
The door was completely closed at this time. Mr. Zhu stared at Lin Jue with a bad look, without saying a word.

"Brother Zhu, are you going out?" Lin Jue withdrew his gaze and chuckled twice, feeling guilty like a child who had done something wrong and was discovered by an adult.

"I have something to do outside." Mr. Zhu locked the door and prepared to leave without saying anything else.

"Brother Zhu." Lin Jue stopped him and said, "Is sister-in-law okay at home alone?"

"Don't worry about it. Just focus on your work."

Mr. Zhu didn't even turn his head. He became nervous as soon as the topic came up with his wife. Moreover, the feeling of being strictly guarded did not feel like taking care of a patient, but rather like supervising a prisoner.

Room 101 is that woman’s prison.

Lin Jue was in a strange mood. Thinking about what he had just seen Mr. Zhu do in the open space downstairs, he felt more and more that this man might not be as warm-hearted as he appeared to be.

After Mr. Zhu left, Lin Jue walked to the door of Room 101 and knocked on it. "Hello, how can I help you? Or maybe there's something you need to tell me."

A woman's whimpering sound came from the room. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't make a sound.

Didn’t the drunkard say that this woman was not mute?
Lin Jue listened for a long time but couldn't make any sense. He thought about it, went to the store outside to buy two bottles of wine, and walked to room 204. He knocked on the door, and the drunkard quickly opened the door, staggering, and a smell of alcohol hit him in the face.

Lin Jue smiled shyly: "Brother, I have something to ask you."

As he spoke, he shook the wine in his hand.

The drunkard snatched it away, looked Lin Jue up and down, and asked, "You want to ask about Lao Zhu's wife again, right?"

Lin Jue nodded. The drunkard stuck his head out the door and looked, then said, "Come in and talk."

The room was littered with bottles, leaving no place to rest. Lin Jue finally found a small stool to sit on, and then he heard the drunkard say, "Why are you so curious about Old Zhu's wife?"

"Brother Zhu is a good man. I want to see if I can help him."

The drunkard tutted his words and then said, "When should I start talking about this..."

He took a sip of wine and fell into memories.

"I lived here a long time ago. The landlord at the time was Lao Zhu's father-in-law. The old man and his daughter ran the apartment. They were both very nice people."

"Then one day, my daughter brought home a man, Lao Zhu. However, my father-in-law didn't like his new son-in-law. I often heard them arguing in the middle of the night. It seemed that Lao Zhu had become addicted to gambling and had lost a lot of money."

"Anyway, the quarrel went on for over a month, and then the old man disappeared. At the time, everyone suspected that Old Zhu had killed the old man out of spite, but after the police came to investigate, they ruled out this suspicion."

"Then this matter was defined as a strange incident and was dropped without a conclusion."

"Just one week after the old man disappeared, Lao Zhu took his wife out for a drive and they got into a car accident."

"Oddly enough, Mr. Zhu only had minor injuries, but his wife's leg was broken in the accident. The accident investigation said that the accident was caused by the deterioration of the car's brakes."

The drunkard took another sip of his wine. "Don't you think this Old Zhu is a jinx? Not long after he arrived, a father and daughter disappeared, or became disabled. And hey, he's still fine!"

A jinx? Are you sure you didn't do this consciously?
Lin Jue curled the corners of his mouth, just laughed twice, and did not agree.

"But from that time on, Lao Zhu seemed to have changed his ways and stopped gambling. He used all his savings to treat his wife's leg."

The drunkard poured out the last drop of his wine. "That's why they say sometimes, unexpected events can make people grow. He's been taking care of his paralyzed wife in bed for four years straight. Even I have to say he's a real man."

It can be seen that the drunkard has a very high opinion of Lao Zhu.

Lin Jue seemed to be lost in thought. He wondered if he was too suspicious. He always felt that there was something wrong with Mr. Zhu.

But it is indeed like what the drunkard said, if Mr. Zhu really had any bad intentions, how could he have taken care of his paralyzed wife day in and day out for four years?

I'm afraid he would have packed up and run away long ago.

"Am I thinking too much?"

The drunkard passed out at some point. Lin Jue stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door gently.

Standing in the corridor outside, I could just see Mr. Zhu rushing back. Compared to the hurried look when he left, he now looked much more relaxed, and no one knew where the bag on his back had gone.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Lin Jue's pupils shrank. As Mr. Zhu approached, he saw wisps of black air surrounding his body.

The source of the black energy was a black wooden bracelet on his wrist.

"He went out with a bag but didn't have a bracelet, and when he came back, the bracelet was gone, but the bag was gone. Could it be that he went out and exchanged the things in the bag for the bracelet?"

"This bracelet is surrounded by black air, like something in the fog. What is its function?"

Lin Jue looked for a long time until he heard the sound of a door closing in Room 101, then he walked back to his room.

(End of this chapter)