I am in the last days, I can connect to reality

This guesthouse has two courtyards in total. There are three buildings in the front yard and only this two-story building in the back yard. The location is secluded and the environment is quiet. It is obvious that it is used for gatherings of privileged people.

There are two rooms on the first floor. The larger one is the conference room. Looking in through the window, there is no one inside. Two rows of tea cups are neatly placed on the conference table.

The other one should be a restaurant. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the howling of zombies coming from inside. It sounded like there were more than a dozen zombies trapped inside.

Qin Zhong did not open the door rashly, but pointed to the second floor. Xiao Yingyong nodded. There were four rooms in a row on the second floor, and all four doors were open, and there was no movement.

Xiao Yingyong walked into the first room next to the stairs. The room was divided into two rooms, front and back. The front room had a sofa, table and chairs, and a half-full box of Zhonghua cigarettes on the coffee table. The back room had a large bed, which looked very comfortable.

Qin Zhong saw the cigarettes, picked them up with a smile, put one in his mouth, and cast a look at Xiao Yingyong. Xiao Yingyong was stunned at first, then seemed to understand something.

"Snapped!"

Xiao Yingyong snapped her fingers lightly, and a flame appeared on her fingertips, which moved to the cigarette butt that Qin Zhong was holding in his mouth.

"hiss!"

Qin Zhong took a sip with satisfaction, then exhaled heavily, the smile on his face escaping uncontrollably.

Seeing Qin Zhong enjoying himself, Xiao Yingyong fanned the smoke in front of him with a little disgust. Just as he was about to say something, a sinister laugh suddenly came from the next room.

In this silent floor, both of them were startled. Qin Zhong's mouth twitched, and a large part of his cigarette butt fell to the ground. The first thought in his mind was: "Is there a ghost?!"

At this moment, both of them felt their scalps tingling and cold sweats instantly covered their backs. Once the inhuman laughter stopped, the entire floor became deathly silent again. The only sound they could hear was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Qin Zhong and Xiao Yingyong looked at each other, and Qin Zhong slowly drew out his Miao Dao and walked along the corridor towards the room inside. At this moment, he suddenly heard another voice coming from a room in front.

"Xiaoxiao, have a cookie too."

The voice was weak and a little old, but when it fell into the ears of the two people, it did make them breathe a sigh of relief.

Qin Zhong sighed: "So there's someone next door. Damn, I almost got scared to death!"

But then his suspicions grew. If there were people there, why didn't they see anyone downstairs when the two of them came in? Could there be survivors?

Now that they knew it was not a ghost but a survivor, their fear disappeared. Qin Zhong stepped forward, gently opened the door of the outer room, and looked into the inner room.

There was a bald old man lying on the big bed in the inner room. When the two men saw the old man's appearance clearly, they couldn't help but shudder again.

What a face this is, with sunken cheeks and skin and bones. If it weren't for the fact that this person's eyes would occasionally blink, Qin Zhong and Xiao Yingyong would almost think it was a portrait of a deceased person.

"Old man, are you... okay?"

Xiao Yingyong walked into the room and searched under the bed and inside the cupboards, but there was no one else in the room. Could it be that he was talking to himself just now?

Facing Xiao Yingyong's question, the old man turned slightly and answered irrelevantly: "Xiaoxiao, are you eating biscuits?"

After checking several other rooms, Qin Zhong also came over and saw several boxes of biscuits on the low cabinet beside the bed, but they were all eaten up, leaving only some biscuit crumbs and a few empty mineral water bottles.

Qin Zhong and Xiao Yingyong vaguely understood that the old man was most likely trapped here alone. There should have been someone with him before, but for some reason, he was not there now.

I don't know if he went out to look for food and died outside, but this old man relied on the few food and drinking water he had to survive until he was exhausted and talking nonsense.

I guess the Xiaoxiao he was talking about was most likely the same person as before, but I don’t know if she was the old man’s relative.

……

When Xiao Yingyong saw the old man, she thought of her mother. She took out a bottle of mineral water from her bag, unscrewed the cap, handed it over, and asked, "Old man, would you like some water?"

The old man shook his head indifferently and stared at Xiao Yingyong blankly: "I'm not thirsty. Who is the woman with long hair behind you? Is it Xiaoxiao?"

Xiao Yingyong was startled by what the old man said, and Qin Zhong was also shocked. Both of them felt cold and had goose bumps all over their bodies, and couldn't help but look back.

But behind me is the window, with swaying shadows of trees, where is the person?

"Give her some water. Look, she's so thirsty that her tongue is hanging out and she's staring at you eagerly."

The two of them felt colder and colder in their backs after being told by the old man. Qin snorted heavily, and Xiao Yingyong also said perfunctorily: "Okay, give her a drink, don't worry."

The old man uttered an "Oh" and said with difficulty: "Xiaoxiao, please take good care of the briefcase under my bed. The things inside are the result of my hard work over the past ten years... cough cough cough..."

As he spoke, the old man started coughing continuously. Xiao Yingyong looked under the bed and saw a corner of a black leather bag sticking out. He was about to take it out to take a look.

Suddenly, the old man made a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he had exhaled his last breath. He tilted his head and stretched his legs. Qin Zhong frowned and felt the old man's breath. He was dead.

Seeing that the old man was still staring with his eyes even though he was no longer breathing, Qin Zhong felt creepy and reached out to wipe his eyes.

At this time, Xiao Yingyong's curiosity piqued. Seeing the old man's serious instructions, he wondered what was in the black leather bag. He bent down and pulled out the black leather bag from below. It turned out to be a well-made password box.

The password box had a password. Xiao Yingyong tried several combinations of passwords at random, but none of them worked. Finally, Qin Zhong used a Miao Dao to pry it open.

When the safe was opened, both of them gasped. On the top were four or five thick notebooks, and underneath were neatly stacked gold bars.

Xiao Yingyong casually took out a gold bar, weighed it, and said happily, "Brother Qin, this old man is very rich. This gold bar must be 100 grams, at least tens of thousands of yuan. This box of gold bars is probably worth millions."

"It's more than that!"

Qin Zhong explained with a smile, "A standard gold bar weighs 116 grams. At 600 per gram, this bar is worth over 60,000. This box has over a hundred bars, so the estimated value is around 6 million."

As he spoke, Qin Zhong picked up a notebook. As he looked at it, his eyes lit up and he quickly flipped through the other notebooks.

"Haha, good! Good!"

Qin Zhong burst into laughter, causing Xiao Yingyong to look over. "Brother Qin, what's in your notebook? Why are you so happy?"

Qin Zhong patted the notebook and said with a smile: "Actually, this notebook has no value nowadays. Anyone would treat it as a piece of waste paper, but to me, it is a notebook of wealth!"

"Oh!"

Xiao Yingyong leaned over in confusion and saw that the notebook was filled with densely packed records, as well as many analysis charts, data curves and other charts. He felt dizzy after just a few glances.

Qin Zhong closed the notebook and said with a smile, "The old man's identity is not simple. He is a head of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. This notebook records his experience in stock trading over the past decade. Just imagine, if this notebook was kept ten years ago, what chemical reaction would have occurred?"

"what!"

Xiao Yingyong understood Qin Zhong's meaning almost instantly. Yes, Qin Zhong's mobile phone could connect to the real world ten years ago. If this notebook traveled through time and space back to 2024, then the information on it would be like a plug-in.

You must know that the course of history will not change, and the stocks that are expected to appreciate will continue to appreciate as usual.

In that case, whoever gets hold of this notebook would be like opening the God of Wealth's cornucopia, and wealth would pour in, making it difficult not to get rich.