Chapter 399 Takeout

When Fang Zheng retreated from the shadows and returned to reality, there was darkness in front of him.

He was still lying in a sealed coffin with the dead man's hair.

It was the coffin that Butcher zhang snatched from the seventy-two gates.

When Fang Zheng walked out of the coffin, opened the back door, and stood on the road to the front shop, there was no sign of Mr. Fu. There was only one incense table, two candles, one incense burner, three Incense...

In addition, there was a woodcarver whose technique resembled that of Zuo qianhu.

He looked up at the clock on the wall for less than an hour. This time, he had been in the spirit world of the deceased for a long time, much longer than before.

Fang Zheng looked at the clock and then at the woodcarver on the incense table. He opened the shop with a trace of doubt and thought. Sure enough, Butcher zhang and Zuo qianhu were standing outside the shop.

"Where are Butcher zhang, brother zuo, brother yan, brother Chief of the capital, and Mr. Fu? After walking out of the dark, why didn't I see Mr. Fu, but the door was always closed and locked from the inside?" As soon as Fang Zheng left the house, he immediately asked the question he was holding in his heart.

This time, it was Zuo qianhu who stood up and explained, "This is a dummy. Mr. Fu didn't get away with it. He left in advance."

Hat?!

I talked to myself along the way with a piece of wood?

...

When Fang Zheng left the Underworld shop and arrived at the university city, it was almost two o' clock in the morning.

He was waiting for the result because of the yin ranking arrangement and the specific rewards being delegated, there would not be an immediate result.

At this point, Old god stick was no longer in the store, and Fang Zheng returned to the store and directly buried himself in training.

Blessed Land was about to open, and he had to race against time.

The Pure Yang Reverse Menstruation Kung, which was not suitable for practicing pure yang internal skills at night, so Fang Zheng planned to practice the Ming yu gong.

His next plan was to train the Ming yu gong, the rohan voldemort and the Pure Yang Reverse Menstruation Kung as soon as possible before the opening of Blessed Land, and then with the help of special soul qi, merge them into a higher level of secret book of internal skills and mental methods.

...

Zhang Xuehai was a notorious architectural designer.

It was common for him to spend the night painting. Ever since he started eating designer food, he had not slept more than five hours a day.

Recently, he had been drawing for five consecutive days and only slept for an hour every day. Because of the changes in the design of the project, he was forced to change the drawing overnight.

Because he stayed up late for several days and didn't get enough sleep every day, Zhang Xuehai fell asleep before he knew it. When he woke up feeling sore and confused, he realized that he had fallen asleep on the table. Because his head was resting on his arm, his blood was blocked and his arm was paralyzed.

Zhang Xuehai got up and moved for seven or eight minutes, then his numb hands recovered. Then he picked up his phone and looked at the time. It was almost two o' clock in the morning. Zhang Xuehai remembered that he had ordered a late night takeout for an hour. Why hadn't it been delivered yet?

Recently, after staying up all night and painting pictures, Zhang Xuehai had been ordering takeout food at a store for several days in a row.

But when he picked up his phone, the takeout app showed that the delivery had been successful.

The delivery was successful 20 minutes ago.

He was so angry that he didn't receive any takeout, not even a phone call. Now the delivery staff was getting too much. In order to desperately take more orders, regardless of distance and time, it was okay to be late and make people hungry. The key phone call didn't come, which directly showed that the delivery was successful, leaving him with money to eat.

Although the money for the meal was not much, it was hard for anyone to swallow it.

He picked up his cell phone and called the delivery man. The call was quickly connected. The delivery man didn't rest so early at night. When the call was connected, Zhang Xuehai scolded him and said he wanted to complain.

However, the delivery man shouted grievances on the phone first, "Brother, didn't I send you the delivery? I called you at 1: 30 in the middle of the night, and you picked up the phone, then went downstairs to pick up the delivery."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the security guard at the door if we can't get into the neighborhood at night. You went to the door to get the takeout yourself. It's not you who took the takeout. It's your friend or family. You can ask the person who lives with you if he helped you take it."

When Zhang Xuehai heard this, he was confused. He lived alone. There was no one else in the house. Who would help him with the takeout?

And he had been sleeping on the table all the time, remembering very clearly that he had not answered the phone.

With doubts, Zhang Xuehai was immediately shocked when he opened the address book. At 1: 36 midnight, the address book did have a call record of the delivery man, showing that the call lasted for 14 seconds.

But he had no recollection of the call, and Zhang Xuehai began to wonder if he had a hidden sleepwalking disorder. The more I thought about it, the colder my back felt.

"Well... There's something I don't know if I should tell you..." The delivery man hesitated.

Zhang Xuehai hurriedly asked what it was, and the delivery man hesitated over the phone, as if he was nervous, "I don't know if you were the one who came out to get the food. Anyway, the person who came out to get the food looked a little... What do you mean, it was a little weird..."

Zhang Xuehai shivered for no reason. Suddenly, he felt the temperature drop in the empty house where he lived alone.

However, under Zhang Xuehai's questioning, the delivery man did not say what kind of evil method it was. He seemed very nervous, so Zhang Xuehai could ask the security guards if he wanted to know the details. The security guards also saw the person who came out to take the delivery.

"The delivery man, do you remember what he looked like?" Zhang Xuehai asked.

"It was too dark at that time. There seemed to be two moles on the corner of his right eye." The delivery man recalled.

Zhang Xuehai's face suddenly changed. He quickly sent a photo on his phone with a mms. When the delivery man saw the photo, he immediately said that it was this person who took the delivery.

After receiving a positive answer, Zhang Xuehai swallowed heavily and felt a chill in his breath. He turned around in a panic and looked behind him. There was no one behind him. His face turned pale and he clutched the phone tightly, "The person in the picture is me."

Snap!

The delivery man hung up the phone.

Zhang Xuehai was in a hurry to call, but he was cut off every time. Several times in a row, the phone of the delivery man turned off and couldn't call again.

Zhang Xuehai panicked. The delivery man was afraid of something, or else he wouldn't be so nervous. I don't know if it was because of Zhang Xuehai's nervousness. He suddenly felt that he was the only one living in the house. It was extremely cold today. He ran out of the house in a hurry, intending to ask the security guard himself what he saw...

Ask if he's the one who went out to get the takeout today!

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The next morning.

Fang Zheng had just taken Yiyi and Hei home and, as usual, took out his cell phone to swipe for some of the latest news or big news from the outside world. As a result, he saw a post about the Zhou city people's hospital in the climbing wall forum.

Https:

Genius remembers the address of this station in one second:. Mobile version: m.

New book by Old Shi, the city god: