Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Afternoon, Hualien Tzu Chi Hospital in the center of Tainan City.

"Bang~"

The door of the emergency room was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged doctor walked out while taking off his mask and wiping his forehead.

"Doctor, how is she?"

Du Weiguo, wearing a navy uniform and with his hat pulled down low to cover his face, rushed to him anxiously.

The doctor was obviously used to big scenes, and replied calmly:
"He just had his stomach washed. He was brought in promptly and is fine now, but he needs to be hospitalized for a few days for observation."

Du Weiguo did not show any joy. Instead, he grabbed the doctor's arm and asked angrily:

"Gastric lavage? Why gastric lavage? Doctor, what happened to her? Why did she suddenly vomit and faint?"

The doctor shook him off:
"The patient probably had a cold and a low-grade fever, and then was poisoned. The severe vomiting caused a neurological reflex syncope."

"Poisoned?" Du Weiguo immediately got furious upon hearing this.

He turned around suddenly, grabbed Fatty Zhou by the collar, and stared at him fiercely with eyes spitting fire from under the brim of his hat:
"What the hell do you mean? Didn't I agree to help you? And you put ingredients in my food?"

"I, I, no~"

Fatty Zhou was stunned by Du Weiguo's sudden outburst of brutality. He subconsciously shrank back, stammering and unable to utter a complete sentence.

It must be said that the personal bodyguard he hired, the sea monster, is quite capable. If something really happens, he will jump out in time to protect his master.

"Little guy, do you want to die?" He swung a vicious uppercut, carrying a fierce wind, hammering towards Du Weiguo's side.

Du Weiguo's eyes flashed, and he pushed Fatty Zhou away fiercely. At the same time, he stepped back and kneeled, blocking the hook punch with his thigh.

"Fuck you, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Then he raised his fist and pretended to fight with the sea monster, but was grabbed by Fatty Zhou who reacted quickly.

"Don't, don't do it, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

"What a bullshit misunderstanding?" Du Weiguo acted like a fool at this moment.

"The food we eat was all sent by you. If it weren't for you, a bastard, how could Azhi be poisoned?"

"Little guy, who are you talking to?" the sea monster yelled, but this time he didn't attack again.

His attack was just blocked and he felt as if he had punched a steel pillar. Until now, his index and middle fingers are still in excruciating pain, and there is a high probability that they are fractured.

In other words, with just one move, and a passive defensive one at that, the sea monster's right hand was crippled.

Although he looked rough in appearance, he was actually very discerning. He knew very well that he had met a master and he no longer dared to fight.

Du Weiguo was too lazy to pay attention to him, and just stared at Fatty Zhou, who immediately pointed to the sky and the earth and promised:
"Brother, I swear to God! I definitely didn't put anything in the food. Besides, you ate the food, so you're fine, right?"

"Then how did Azhi get poisoned?" Du Weiguo's face looked better, but he was still angry and refused to give in.

"This, I don't know this either."

Fatty Zhou felt that he was more wronged than Dou E. He suddenly caught a glimpse of the doctor standing nearby watching the show, and vented his anger at him:
"What poison has she been poisoned with?"

The doctor's tone was very calm:
"It should be some kind of food poisoning, but I don't know the specific allergen. I have never seen the same allergic symptoms before."

Of course he had never seen it. This was a piece of black technology that the KGB had only developed at the end of last year. It was a emetic and dizziness-inducing agent, specifically used to disguise poisoning.

"What? Food poisoning? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The case was solved, Fatty Zhou was cleared of all charges, and he was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.

"You didn't ask." The doctor shrugged and walked away with his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.

At night, in the ward, Azhi was finally coaxed to sleep and began to snore softly.

In just two days, her little face had obviously become thinner and she looked extremely haggard, which made me feel pity for her.

"Ah~"

Du Weiguo sighed quietly. He regretted bringing Azhi to Taiwan. Now there was no room for ordinary people around him.

Even if he was just on vacation, the occasional disturbance would be a disaster for ordinary people if they were affected even a little bit.

He collected his thoughts, looked at his watch, covered Azhi with the quilt, and then Du Weiguo stood up and walked out of the ward.

He went straight to the stairwell, walked down a few steps, and sat down casually on a relatively clean step.

Two of Fatty Zhou's men hurriedly followed. They stood guard at the door of the stairwell, keeping Du Weiguo at a distance.

"Ding~"

Du Weiguo took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette. The lighter was gold-plated and carved, the same one that Fatty Zhou had in his hand before.

"Young man, can you lend me a light?"

At this moment, a hunchbacked old man happened to pass by and stopped in front of him. The two thugs just glanced at him and then looked away.

It's just the stuffing of an old coffin, not worth mentioning, so they naturally won't care.

"Ward 304, Chinese girl, protect her until I come back."

While helping to light the cigarette, Du Weiguo quickly gave instructions in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Got it, boss."

An imperceptible excitement flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he nodded at him naturally, exhaled a puff of smoke, and slowly walked up the stairs.

This old man is Nim in disguise. Du Weiguo had asked him to find a place to recuperate before, but he was called back before he could leave Taiwan.

Du Weiguo is about to go out to sea to salvage the treasure of the Musashi. During this period, Azhi will definitely be held hostage by Fatty Zhou.

Although these guys should not embarrass Azhi before he fished out the gold, Du Weiguo did not dare to take the risk and could only send Nim to save the situation.

With his abilities, dealing with country bumpkins like Fatty Zhou is a dimensionality reduction attack that is absolutely foolproof.

At 2 a.m., when everything was quiet, an ocean-going fishing boat quietly left Anping Port. After leaving the shallow waters, it immediately opened at full speed and headed quickly towards the southwest.

In the bottom hold of the fishing boat, the lights were bright, and Fatty Zhou was proudly showing off to Du Weiguo the series of equipment he had prepared.

It must be said that this guy does have some tricks up his sleeve. These devices are extremely professional and you may not be able to buy them even if you have money.

"Hey, look at this underwater flame cutting machine, from Broco, original Citigroup military stock, 90% new.

Brother, I spent a lot of money on this thing. It cost me nearly 20,000 US dollars."

"Well, you get what you pay for. It is indeed a good thing." Du Weiguo fiddled with it in a pretending manner.

Although he had never used it, fortunately he had seen it, and the structure of the cutting machine was not complicated, similar to that of a flamethrower.

"Brother, have you used this thing? It's from Citibank?" Fatty Zhou was a little suspicious.

Du Weiguo said in a serious tone:
"I haven't used it before. I've only used the stuffed bear stuff before. But the principles of the cutting machines are universal, so it should be fine."

The lie he told was very skillful and reasonable. Fatty Zhou's big, downturned mouth opened again, revealing his signature fake smile.

"Tsk, awesome! You are indeed an elite frogman. Bro, can you really perform underwater operations at 270 meters below the sea?"

Du Weiguo put down the iron thing in his hand and looked at him meaningfully.

To be honest, he really admires this fat man now.

Fatty Zhou has two identities. On the surface, he is the owner of a seafood restaurant, but secretly, he is a smuggler.

Of course, these two identities serve his ultimate goal, to salvage the Musashi. To this end, he has been secretly planning for decades, and this is not his first time to go to sea. More than a dozen water ghosts have been drowned before, all of whom he secretly collected.

And Du Weiguo, the genius frogman who suddenly appeared from the sky, completed the last missing piece of the puzzle.

However, with Fatty Zhou's ridiculous ability and energy, he actually dared to covet treasures worth more than one billion US dollars. This is simply a pipe dream.

Even if he could salvage this batch of gold and jewels without anyone noticing, he would definitely not be able to keep them and would inevitably die in the end.

Seeing that Du Weiguo remained silent for a long time, Fatty Zhou's face suddenly became gloomy.

"No way, brother, you can't do it, right? I have already started, and there is no turning back."

Du Weiguo curled his lips:

"Don't take on a job that doesn't have the right tools. Boss Zhou, I've gone out to sea with you. If I can't do it, will I still be able to get ashore alive?"

"Hehe~"

Fatty Zhou laughed again. At this moment, his mood was like he was on a roller coaster, going up and down. He almost had a heart attack.

"Brother, as long as you can help me get the things out of the water, I promise that you will have a good life and never lack money for the rest of your life."

"is it?"

Du Weiguo nodded doubtfully, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and sat down on the chair.

"Then let's discuss my remuneration, Boss Zhou. According to what you said, there are hundreds of tons of gold in the Musashi, but you only gave me $20. This is far from enough."

Upon hearing this, the sea monster took a threatening step forward.

This time he learned his lesson and didn't plan to fight Du Weiguo with his bare hands anymore. Instead, he pulled out a combat dagger from behind his waist.

Fatty Zhou raised his hand towards the sea monster, signaling him not to be impulsive, then turned back to Du Weiguo with a smile and agreed very generously.

"No problem! I'll give you $100 million."

He said in a bewitching tone:
"Brother, this is a lot of money, 2 million Taiwan dollars, enough for you to buy hundreds of houses."

Then you can live comfortably with your girlfriend for the rest of your life. Even if you have eight or ten children, you will still have plenty of space.”

Du Weiguo didn't say anything, but just smoked quietly and looked at him with a smile.

"Okay, I'll give you 200 million."

Fatty Zhou's breathing became heavy, and he spoke out the new chips through his back teeth. Although he tried his best to hide it, a fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Wow, Du Weiguo almost couldn't help but applaud his superb acting skills.

Damn it, it's obvious that this guy won't let me live after the deal is done, and now he's still haggling over every penny.

"How about it? Two million US dollars, am I sincere enough, brother?" Fatty Zhou was still showing off his acting skills.

"not enough."

Since we were still far away from the shipwreck site and Du Weiguo was too lazy to interrogate him, I couldn't turn hostile now and could only play along with him.

"Then how much do you want? Tell me a number."

Fatty Zhou's tone turned completely cold, and he squeezed out every word from between his teeth, his eyes full of anger.

Wow, this acting, these lines, this look, these are definitely at the best actor level. Du Weiguo even had the urge to ask Kunpeng Pictures to sign him as an actor, he will definitely become a big hit.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath of smoke, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and put it out with his toes, then he raised his head and stretched out two fingers.

"2000."

His tone sounded very calm, but there was a slight tremor in it, and his eyes were filled with greed that was difficult to conceal.

Who is not an actor? Du Weiguo has never been shy about his acting skills.

"I want 2000 million US dollars. I know you can't have so much cash, so after the deal is done, I want the equivalent amount in gold."

"Brother, don't be too greedy. It sounds great to think that a snake swallowing an elephant is actually very easy to be eaten to death!"

"Hey~" Du Weiguo chuckled:

"Boss Zhou, this world is full of courage and starves to death. It's a rare opportunity to change my fate, so I must grab it with all my might."

Changing the subject, he jokingly said:

"Besides, the amount I want is just a drop in the bucket compared to what you've gained. Why are you reluctant to give it up?"

"Okay, brother, you really have the guts to swallow the world. Fine, 2000 million!"

When he said this, Fatty Zhou's eyes turned slightly red.

"Boss Zhou, then we have a deal!" Du Weiguo's eyes lit up and he extended his hand.

"A word is settled!"

Fatty Zhou shook hands with him vigorously, but at this moment, the way he looked at Du Weiguo was as if he was looking at a dead person.

"By the way, brother, we have known each other for such a long time, but I still don't know your full name?"

"Chen Haonan." Du Weiguo reported his username which he had not used for a long time without blushing or beating his heart.

Meanwhile, London, Regent's Canal Dock.

This is a famous slum in London, filled with low, dilapidated old houses and large areas of factory ruins.

Because of the low rent, the nearby blocks are crowded with the poor, illegal immigrants, gang members, fugitives, prostitutes, and the public security is chaotic and there is a mix of all kinds of people.

On Winston Street, in an inconspicuous old apartment building, in the easternmost room on the fourth floor, a woman was talking on the phone.

"Someone has started investigating the Times. Their methods are very covert and professional. They must be from the Fifth or Sixth Bureau. I'm afraid I'm about to be exposed. I have to leave here immediately."

The woman looked to be in her 30s and wore a pair of thick-framed glasses that made her look older.

Her looks are very mediocre, neither pretty nor ugly, and there is nothing special about her figure. She is the type that you can't find if you throw her into a crowd.

But her voice is particularly nice, a typical royal sister's voice, very magnetic, and her eyes are actually very beautiful, but they are blocked by the old-fashioned glasses.

There was a man on the other end of the phone. His tone was neither hurried nor slow, and he sounded unusually calm.

"Okay, this mission ends here, Ianna. After the call ends, you will immediately rush to Residence No. 3 in Bedford. Your new identity is there."

The woman seemed relieved: "Okay, Prophet, do you want me to deal with the traces?"

"No need, Ianna, anything else?"

"No."

The prophet's tone seemed to be always calm, so calm that it was eerie.

"Okay, hang up then. I'll give you new contact information when you get to your new residence."

A moment later, the apartment suddenly caught fire. As luck would have it, someone in the building had secretly made counterfeit liquor and stockpiled several tons of high-proof alcohol.

So, when the fire was finally put out, the building had collapsed and turned into a complete wasteland. Even if Sherlock Holmes came, he would not be able to find any valuable clues. (End of this chapter)