"The position of the Magic Flute has changed?"

"How so? Obviously-" Zhen Jingjing stopped talking all of a sudden, and almost told her about getting the magic flute.

The parchment scroll shows the location of the Magic Flute, a little far from here, far from the city.

It seems to be in a suburb around there.

What's going on? Isn't the Magic Flute already in his hands? How can there be another one? Isn't there only one flute?

"Maybe there's something fake in this."

"Fake?" Zhen Jingjing seemed to have thought of something, yes, it was an imitation. Although the effect is much worse, it is no different from the real thing.

"True or not, I'm going to find it. Find the whereabouts of the young master, and change back to my original form. ”

Lin Zeran's tone was very resolute, he was a young master and a young master every day, and almost every few words were inseparable from the word young master.

"Let's leave tomorrow, right? It's better to let the old man send some people to support this time, who knows what's outside the suburbs? In case the flute is in the hands of a snake in some place, it is not easy to do. ”

"Okay, I'll talk to the old man."

The next day, they gathered at an intersection, and in order to avoid being targeted by Hu Jianguo, they also walked separately, and finally gathered together.

Follow the instructions on the parchment roll and soon come to a recycling station.

"It's actually a scrap recycling station, is this magic flute being sold as scrap?"

Looking at the huge waste recycling station in front of her, Zhen Jingjing felt speechless.

"It's hard to say," Lin Zeran shouted to these little brothers, "Go in and look for it, don't let you find it with money." Wrap up the field and look for it, and you will definitely find the flute. ”

"Are these people reliable? Don't take it personally. ”

Seeing these seven or eight people in suits and leather shoes enter the recycling bin, Zhen Jingjing was a little uneasy.

"Didn't you say you wanted manpower? Now worried about loyalty? I said that you are really asking for a lot, don't worry, these are the old man's henchmen, you can trust them. ”

Lin Zeran was very trusting in tone, as if he believed in whatever this old man did.

In Zhen Jingjing's eyes, I always felt that this was not a good sign.

She hurried in, but felt something was wrong.

What's wrong there?

Right.

Quiet.

It was too quiet, only the voices of their group, and the people from the acquisition station went there.

And the location is also remote, there are no residents in the vicinity for a kilometer.

A bad premonition spread in Zhen Jingjing's heart.

After so many strange things, she was almost nervous.

They started rummaging through the garbage heaps, and they didn't know when they would find it. This recycling station is a little too big, and it will take at least three or four days to turn over.

However, the real magic flute indicator map of Zhen Jingjing's backpack can accurately position to meters, and the error is not worse than 50 centimeters.

It's just that she can't use it, and once she uses the real map, then she'll be in a goof.

However, it is quite simple to pretend to have found it by accident.

While no one was noticing her, she hid in a corner and quickly glanced at the map to confirm the location of the Magic Flute

Then pretend to look for it with them as if nothing happened.

In fact, she had already quietly approached the location of the Magic Flute, but she was pretending to be more natural and delayed for a long time.

Zhen Jingjing has only one idea in her heart, whether it is true or not, she will talk about it in her own hands.

Anyway, until the curse is lifted, the magic flute will not be handed over.