After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Zhu Can had watched Mrs. Zhu socialize since he was a child, and all kinds of cats and dogs would come to tease him, so at this time Zhu Can just glanced at her and said:

"You think a stone thing like this can call me by my nickname?"

"What a thing."

Halfway through his words, Zhu Can raised his hand as if to smash it. Wang Cheng subconsciously let out an "ouch" and was about to catch it, but Zhu Can pulled his hand back, and the heavy Buddha head was back in his arms.

Wang Cheng lost his balance and fell onto the leather sofa, falling headfirst, which made Zhu Can laugh.

Wang Cheng heard the laughter and raised his head. He looked at Zhu Can with his eyes wide open and muttered, "It's just a thing. If it falls, it falls. It's good for Can Can to hear the noise."

Zhu Can stopped smiling, turned around and sat on the single sofa on the other side. He put the Buddha head into the box, as if he didn't care much.

"We're having a salon on Sunday. Are you ready?"

Zhu Can tapped his fingers, and Wang Cheng said eagerly, "Suzhou's bayberry wine, pine nut cake, osmanthus cake, as well as Yongshengzhai's fresh meat mooncakes, ham sandwiches, and the foreign wine my brother brought back from France..."

Zhu Can didn't say anything, just listened to Wang Cheng calling out the names of the dishes.

“We guarantee everyone will feel at home!”

Zhu Can lowered his eyes. After asking these questions, he could give an explanation to Mrs. Zhu when he returned. It was Wang Cheng who volunteered to prepare everything himself. He, Wang Cheng, wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to officially enter the local social scene.

The two chatted for a while, mostly Wang Cheng talking while Zhu Can listened, occasionally replying. Zhu Can had been home-schooled since childhood, with teachers hired to teach him at home, and didn't interact much with his peers. Wang Cheng was only a few years older than him, so they were barely of the same generation, but they couldn't really talk to each other.

Before leaving, Zhu Can was about to step out the door, but he turned around to look at Wang Cheng, and then glanced at the Buddha head that had been lying on the table for a long time. Wang Cheng immediately understood, clapped his hands, and asked someone to send the Buddha head to Zhu's house.

Only then did Zhu Can smile condescendingly, turn around and get into the car.

Not long after Zhu Can arrived home, a Buddha head wrapped in a gift box and tied with a ribbon arrived right after him.

Mrs. Zhu at the Zhu Mansion had gone somewhere to play, Mr. Zhu had not been home for more than half a month, and Dada had not come back yet. Only some servants were cleaning outside. Zhu Can closed the door and took out the Buddha head to look at it carefully.

At that time...

Yes, this is it.

Zhu Can supported the bottom with his right hand and felt the small bulge again. He carefully turned the entire Buddha head over and looked at it carefully, only to find that there was a slight difference.

There is a circle the size of a soybean that is darker in color, and the whole area is raised and feels uneven.

Zhu Can put the Buddha head away, twirled his chin and thought for a while, then asked someone to get the tools and started working alone in the house.

An hour later, the bulge was finally drilled open, revealing a hidden cylindrical concave hole. An extremely thin piece of paper was folded neatly, and a clay seal was stamped on the seal.

It looked like someone had drilled a small concave hole under the Buddha's head, put the paper in, mixed the stone crushed particles, and then glued it back in place.

If it weren't for the recent drastic changes in temperature in the weather, and the alternating hot and cold temperatures in the area where the sticky substance is stuck, even a god wouldn't be able to figure out what's going on.

Zhu Can sat up straight and stared at the secret letter in front of him.

What kind of content is hidden in such a complex confidentiality measure?

Wang Cheng and his followers who were involved in this matter, did anyone notice anything?

If I open this out of impulsiveness, will I end up getting into trouble?

Zhu Can had never encountered anything like this in his short 19-year career.

On the one hand, he felt it was a trouble, and his reason told him that he should quickly destroy the evidence and sell the Buddha head; on the other hand, he could not control his excitement, and his boring life of revolving among fake faces seemed to be suddenly shrouded in mystery.

It was getting late, but Zhu Can still didn't open the letter. Afraid that Dada would come back suddenly, he put the secret letter in his underwear closet. After a while, he felt uneasy. What if one of Mrs. Zhu's lovers had nothing to wear and took his letter, it would be easy to be exposed.

After all, such things have happened before.

Zhu Can finally put the secret letter in the secret pocket of his newly bought wallet. He usually carries this new wallet with him. Dada would not touch it to avoid suspicion. As long as he was not knocked unconscious and robbed again, the secret letter was safest to carry with him.

He put the Buddha head in a box and placed it on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf.

All the finishing work was completed and the sun had already set. Zhu Can glanced at the pendulum clock and found that it was almost dinner time.

Zhu Can went downstairs and took a look around, but still didn't see Dada.

Before he could call someone to ask, the driver came running in from outside in a panic and shouted, "Master, something bad has happened! Sister Dada was beaten and taken to the hospital!"

When Zhu Can heard this, it was as if he had been hit by a hammer, and his blood ran cold. He touched his wallet, hurried back to get a prescription, and urged the driver to drive to the hospital.

There were many people on the road, and the rickshaws were moving slowly. The car was stuck in traffic. Zhu Can was so anxious that he got out of the car. Ignoring the driver's shouts behind him, he stopped a rickshaw and went to the hospital.

It was still the same hospital he had entered at the beginning, and the familiar second floor.

“Dada!”

When Zhu Can came up, he saw a group of short children gathered at the door. He walked forward quickly and saw "Nabu", the South Asian child that Dada often helped.

"Is Dada in there?"

Nabu was covered in dirt and there was some blood on his head, no one knew where it had splashed. He nodded hurriedly when he heard this, and Zhu Can pushed him hard into the ward.

There was more than one Dada in the ward.

Two doctors in white coats, Dada kneeling beside the bed, and a strange man lying on the bed with half his body covered in blood.

Zhu Can felt relieved when he saw Dada, who was still lying beside the bed with tears in his eyes and no missing limbs. Suddenly, he noticed a gaze and realized that the two people in white coats were familiar faces.

It was the female doctor and Xi Zhenghe from that day.

Dada also saw Zhu Can at this time. He quickly got up, wiped his tears and walked over, explaining the reason to Zhu Can in a mixture of Chinese and English.

It turned out that Dada had taken the children to buy bread for their livelihood and was walking back when she saw the patrolmen on horseback. She pulled aside and lowered her head to wait for people to pass by. Unexpectedly, one of the patrolmen saw Dada's appearance and saw Nabu, who looked South Asian, beside her, and insisted that she was a suspected spy who had to be arrested for investigation.

Seeing that the other party was about to pick Nabu up on the horse with a gun, Dada hurried to grab it. Another patrolman on horseback saw her resistance and swung his gun at Dada. The bayonet on the gun slipped off and was about to cut her neck. A man pushed Dada away, but half of his shoulder was cut open in an instant, and blood splattered on Dada and Nabu's faces.

Someone among the other patrolmen who arrived said that there was a maid with South Asian appearance in Zhu's family. Maybe this was the one. Dada shouted Mr. Zhu's name and quickly asked for help to carry the person to the hospital. Only then did he break out of the crowd.

The patrolmen saw that the Zhu family was not seriously injured and that the inspection was just because they saw Dada's beauty and Nabu's young age, and thought that they were an orphan mother and son. So they just made a spontaneous move and dispersed while there were many people around.

The onlookers joined in the fun and picked out the news, which the driver heard, and that's how the family reported the news.

Zhu Can took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat, and carefully looked at Dada's body to make sure there were no wounds. Then he walked forward to look at the face of this kind stranger.

He had thick, square eyebrows and a firm jaw, something not only Dada but himself had never seen before.

The female doctor said, "Don't worry too much. Although there is a lot of bleeding, it is not fatal. He will be fine after lying down for a few days. He hasn't woken up yet."

"If you want to thank me, buy me some more blood-replenishing things." He obviously understood their previous conversation.

Dada nodded in agreement. Zhu Can took out a thick wad of money from his pocket and put it under the thermos beside the bed. Xi Zhenghe suddenly said, "Master Zhu is very generous."

Zhu Can stopped and held the money without moving.

"It's a pity to leave the money here. Once you leave, I don't know who will get the money."