Chapter 631 Hidden Trap

Thinker Novel Network

"Who is it?"

Zhang Wanguo shouted out the door.

No one answered.

"Go and have a look." Zhang Wanguo was holding a syringe in his hand, and it was inconvenient to open the door, so he motioned to another person.

The man wobbled to the door, asked again: "Who is it?" and opened the door.

When Zhang Wanguo opened the door just now, he only opened it a crack, but this person was not as cautious as Zhang Wanguo, who opened the door wide open.

There was no one at the door.

He poked his head out and looked left and right, but there was no one outside the door.

"Did you knock wrong?" He closed the door indifferently.

"Wrong type?" Zhang Wanguo asked suspiciously.

This is not an ordinary residential area, how could someone knock on the wrong door? Even if you knock on the wrong door, you won't just leave without saying a word!

"Don't worry about it, let's continue, someone is probably drunk." The other two wanted to finish it quickly and go home early.

Zhang Wanguo hesitated a little, and at this moment, there was another knock on the door.

"Damn it! Who is it? Damn who's joking around at night?" The man just now raised his voice and yelled, "Isn't it just to amuse me?"

There was still no answer outside the door.

Zhang Wanguo felt vigilant and felt that something was wrong, just as he was about to remind them not to open the door, the man walked over quickly and opened the door.

A gust of cold wind poured into the room.

In addition to the cold wind, two small stones shot in from the darkness outside the door. One hit the light switch, making the room dark, and the other hit Zhang Wanguo impartially. right wrist.

Zhang Wanguo's eyes went dark, he was holding down the poodle with his left hand, but his right hand seemed to be pushed by someone, and a needle stuck in his left arm!

"what!"

he yelled.

It's not because it hurts to get an injection, and he wouldn't be so frightened by the pain, but because this thing can't be injected casually! Even real fat-melting needles are banned in many countries due to unknown side effects, but God knows what will happen to the counterfeit fat-melting needles he prepared himself once injected into the body.

Although he pulled out the needle as if it had rebounded as soon as it was inserted into the muscle, but he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he still felt that some liquid was injected into his body.

When he thought of the rumors circulating on the Internet that the fat melted by the fat-melting needle would flow throughout the body with the blood, and might accumulate in the heart or important blood vessels, he was so frightened that his face was ashen.

Panicked, his body became weak, and he couldn't hold down the poodle with his left hand, so it jumped off the table and ran out of the house happily.

"Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights!" he yelled.

He was anxious to know if there was as much liquid in the syringe as before.

The lights came back on, and the other two looked at him inexplicably, wondering why he was so frightened.

Using the light, Zhang Wanguo stared at the scale of the syringe. He was sure that there was less liquid in the syringe. He was not so sure whether it was injected into the body or dripped on the table and absorbed by the white cloth.

"What happened just now? Who turned off the light? Who pushed me?" He stared at the other two angrily.

He originally guessed that these two people were sent by the boss to monitor him and steal the proportion of the main ingredients of the fat-melting injection, but now he became even more suspicious.

"not me."

"Not me either."

The two denied it.

Since the lights went out and his right hand was pushed almost at the same time, Zhang Wanguo also felt that the two of them were not so fast, but who were they? Could it be haunted?

Zhang Wanguo doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. What he is most worried about now is whether the fake fat-melting needle will cause harm to his body.

"Where's the dog? Where did that dog go?" He suddenly found that the poodle puppy was gone.

In a sense, the value of that poodle puppy is even more precious than fat-melting injections. After all, it has a good foundation and has the potential to develop into a teacup dog. uncommon.

"Probably ran out while it was dark?" The other two also bent down,

Searched indoors, to no avail.

Zhang Wanguo was worried about the side effects of the counterfeit fat-dissolving injection, but it was useless to worry now, he gritted his teeth and said, "Go get it back, it shouldn't be too far away."

When the two went out to search separately, he carefully put the syringe full of medicine into a box, and when the poodle puppy was found, he would continue to inject. He couldn't let himself get the injection in vain, right?

After tidying up, he took off his white coat, turned off the light, closed the door, and ran out to help find it. He reckoned that the dog wouldn't be far away and would find it soon, so he didn't even think about locking the door.

After the three left, the door was pushed open, and the dim starlight and lights cast a low shadow into the room.

A pair of brass-colored eyes glowed in the darkness.

This level of darkness is nothing to cats. Laocha quickly found the box where Zhang Wanguo hid the syringe, and was about to push the box to the ground and smash the syringe, but when he thought of Zhang Wanguo's greedy face, he couldn't help thinking about it, took out the syringe from the box, and put it in his mouth , first leaped onto the window sill, opened the window with his claws, and then jumped up, holding the door firmly with his two front paws.

It opened its mouth carefully, put the syringe on the top of the door, clamped the syringe with the gap between the door and the door frame, and made the needle point straight down.

This is a plastic disposable syringe, even if it is filled with liquid, it will not sink too much, and it will not cause much harm to people, but the liquid inside can at least make some unlucky ghosts panic.

After arranging this small trap, Lao Cha jumped back onto the window sill, jumped out of the window, and then closed the window again.

It jumped upwards, grabbed the wall with its claws, and went up to the roof like a wisp of light smoke.

"Old tea, is it ready?"

Femas, who was waiting on the roof, asked in a low voice, his eyes couldn't hide his appreciation—sure enough, this is the old tea in his mind image world, even though the years don't spare people or cats, But the style of old tea is still the same as before.

"All right."

Old Tea replied. It saw a small body wriggling on the back of Femas. It was the poodle puppy that ran away just now, and it was carried by Femas on its back and jumped onto the roof. The three of them probably never imagined that the puppy they were looking for was actually on the roof...

"Then shall we go back now?" Femas asked tentatively. Now that enough evidence has been recorded and the camera switch on its neck has been turned off, it is best not to record the next thing, otherwise it may cause panic and unnecessary trouble.

Lao Cha stood on the roof, condescendingly looking down at this sinful breeding base.

Its eyes flickered, and it said proudly: "According to the old man's opinion, I will simply do one thing and keep doing the other!"