On the whole, this person named Wu Yi should know a little bit of feng shui, and there is nothing wrong with this stable wealth gathering array, but the whole pattern is a bit wasteful: it's like using 10,000 yuan to do something for 1,000 yuan, in fact, you only need to adjust the details. A lot of things don't have to be that troublesome.

At the same time, this man is still a little stingy: I basically said the point, but he was noncommittal: in fact, he knew in his heart that what I said was right, but he refused to admit it.

It seems that this person is also a person with a small pattern in the legend.

The other thing is that I'm so young that he feels a little shameless to ask me for advice: this guy is really a guy who likes to pretend to be forced.

I asked you to send someone, and I don't know which department you belong to? Wu Yi asked with a frown.

This is confidential, what problem you have encountered, please just tell the truth, we are here to solve this kind of thing.

Aren't you pretending? I'm pretending to be a force too!

All right. Wu Yi looked at my eyes, and had no choice but to continue

You're sure you already know about the boy who asked for directions, and I'm going to tell you something else: about Villa 118.

That community has been built for half a year, and the reason why Wu Yi values the 118 villa cost nearly 100 million. It's just because Wu Yi looked at feng shui in the local area and decided that 118 was a treasure land. It is at least the leader of the entire Longteng community, so it was bought at a huge cost and spent tens of millions of dollars on decoration. Pro-novel book name + black * rock * cabinet can watch the fastest chapter without bullet windows for free

But according to his own calculations, the check-in should be more low-key, so he chose another day and quietly checked in at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Then, there was a situation that he did not expect.

How many people live in that big villa of yours? Or rather, I kind of don't know how to express it.

You mean you're going to gasp, huh? Wu Yi smiled and said: My wife and I, as well as my son, there are four nannies and servants who tidy up the room and cook, there is a seven-person security team, and there are also 2 dogs raised by my wife, and that's basically all there is to it.

I nodded: So what's going on?

Actually, I don't know what the situation is: I'll use this analogy: when you wake up in the middle of the night, you suddenly feel as if you are sleeping in a different place.

What's the situation? I don't quite understand.

I'll tell you more about this. Wu Yi also knew that this matter was not easy to understand, and began to explain it in detail.

The third day after Wu Yi stayed at Villa 118. At about 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, I felt a little thirsty and got up to find some water to drink.

The room where he and his wife were located was the highest floor of Villa 118, and Wu Yi got up and was about to go to his study, where is there a direct drinking fountain, but he was a little sleepy, and he stood up and was about to leave the bedroom, did he find that something was wrong: the door of his bedroom was wrong.

The bedroom door should be on the left hand side of your bed, but it's a wall?

The whole person is not fully awake, and at least half of the brain cells in the brain are still sleeping. At that time, Wu Yi felt that he had made a mistake? And because I got up in the middle of the night, I was afraid of disturbing my wife's sleep, so I didn't turn on the light. It's just by the moonlight that it's rummaging around.

Touching the outside along the wall, Wu Yi finally touched a door that led to the outside, but when he touched the door, Wu Yi felt that something was wrong.

The bedrooms are the kind of carved wood warm fire doors, why does this door feel like an ordinary wooden door?

Not only is it an ordinary wooden door, but it also feels very old: the paint on the door has congealed into a piece of flying skin, and the paint film has become completely brittle.

knew that something was wrong, but because his mind was still not clear, Wu Yi couldn't tell what was going on, or maybe he thought he was dreaming, touched the doorknob and twisted it, and walked directly to the corridor.

The appearance of the corridor is completely different from my own: my corridor is full of Persian velvet carpets, and there are all kinds of calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and how did this corridor become a kind of old floor corridor, creaking when stepping on it?

Everything reveals a kind of weirdness.

But this Mr. Wu was not frightened.

After so many years of ups and downs in the business sea, Wu Yi is not a person who can be easily scared, and because of his success, he himself has also cultivated a kind of domineering spirit, for this unclear situation, the first thing he thought of was not to be afraid, but to find a way to figure out the situation and then make sense.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Yi walked towards the front.

The more he walked, Wu Yi began to wonder.

This corridor is definitely not his own, but there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging in the corridor that are obviously his own home, Wu Yi studied it carefully, and found that reality and fiction seem to coincide together: there are those that exist, and there are those that do not exist, making him even more confused about what the situation is about?

Continuing to walk forward, the front should be the location of the staircase to the first floor, but Wu Yi didn't find where the stairs were at all, there was only a wooden door in front of him, and there was still some light in the wooden door.

Wu Yi took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Wu Yi remembered the situation inside the door very clearly.

The room was not very big, and there was a very old bed with that kind of wooden screen blocked on three sides, which looked very old, and on the bed, a woman was sitting.

What does that woman look like? I asked immediately.

Dressed in the kind of student clothes of the Ming Kingdom, Wu Yi, who looked earthy, thought for a while and said: It looks like a female student.

Can you see your face clearly?

I can't see clearly, it's hazy. Wu Yi scratched his gray hair and said: It was like the feeling of a layer of fog in front of him.

I nodded: What about later?

Then it seemed that the schoolgirl stood up and walked towards me, and then everything around me changed, and I came to my senses: then I realized that I had reached the balcony of my house! In front of me is my flower garden!

I nodded, and Liu Yuwei, who was sitting on the other side, was already surprised.

Has this ever happened again? I walked around twice, thought for a moment and asked.

It didn't happen to me here, but on my son's side

Speaking of this son, Wu Yi seemed to have some difficulty in speaking.

I heard that your son is very low-key and basically doesn't appear in public much? That's what we've heard, and I don't know if it's right?

That's right, but Wu Yi thought about it, and then said to me very solemnly: "Both, about my son, I trust you before I tell you, otherwise it will be difficult for me to say this."

Please, we have our own work ethic, and now we're just here to solve problems.

Okay, my son said this, Wu Yi poured himself a cup of tea, and then said: He is 22 years old this year, not very motivated, in your words, he is a rich second-generation otaku.

Is that so? I nodded: this situation is also normal for our generation, he is not very old, and he will always get rid of this appearance and mature in the future. I said comfortingly.

If only he could do that, you don't know him too well. Wu Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head: You haven't seen how decadent he is.

Wait, does this have anything to do with your son? I asked, puzzled.

There is a relationship, and a lot of it. Wu Yi said solemnly: I can't live in a villa, it's nothing to me, anyway, there are many places to live, but my son's situation is very strange: where does he still live now, I left a few people to take care of him.

Do you mean that your son still lives in Building 118? It's my turn to get into.

Yes, where does he still live now, I left a cook, two nannies to take care of him, and he rarely comes out, so they all think that Building 118 is no longer occupied, and my son is now where he is an otaku every day.

Hearing this, I laughed: Mr. Wu, you won't ask me to help you and tell your son to stop being an otaku, right?

If that's the case, isn't the job of saving otaku our funeral department?

If only it were that simple, I would have gone straight to the psychiatrist myself! Wu Yi said dissatisfied: The main problem now is my son, because I found that he seems to have a girlfriend.

Isn't it a good thing for an otaku to have a girlfriend? I laughed.

But this girlfriend, I haven't seen it yet, or rather, I've always wondered if this person exists?

Liu Yuwei behind her didn't understand: What does this mean?

Let me tell you about some of his performances.

My son is an otaku, he plays games and surfs the Internet in his room all day long, and it used to be the nanny who brought him food to the door, but now he asks for two copies, saying that he wants to keep one for his girlfriend.

Then, the babysitter often heard my son talking to someone outside the door, but only his voice alone, no one else's voice, it sounded as if he was talking to a girl.

I found someone to see my son's chat history, he told his classmates that he has a girlfriend, and he is also a housegirl, and he lives with him every day, which is very exciting or something, and his classmates know that his identity is my son, and no one questions him, but he refuses to ask him to post a photo or something, until he was jointly ridiculed by several people, and he finally posted a photo.

Speaking of which, Wu Yi pulled out a drawer from his desk and took out a printed photo from it.