After sleeping until noon, Zheng Ziming, who had just gotten up, felt a faint pain in his waist, don't think about it, this is the secret wound left by someone when he participated in a fight when he was in middle school, and the person who injured Zheng Ziming was ruthless enough, and he almost broke Zheng Ziming's waist bone directly!

Zheng Ziming was lying for almost two months because of severe lumbar spondylolisthesis at that time, and his mother was in tears like broken beads when she sent him to the hospital, after which Zheng Ziming made up his mind not to fight with anyone, even if he was bullied, as long as the other party did not ride on his head and hit Zheng Ziming, he would not fight back.

If he loses and is injured, then his medical expenses will cost an extra amount of money, and Zheng Ziming can't afford the consequences.

The reason why the old man wanted to give it to Zheng Zi was because of his waist injury, in addition to the white mulberry grass that had a repellent effect on some Gu insects, it also had a miraculous effect on the treatment of waist injuries, but unfortunately Zheng Ziming resolutely refused to accept the things given by the old man.

Zheng Ziming frowned and got up from the bed, and did a few sets of special stretching exercises to relieve the pain in his lower back.

After washing, Zheng Ziming made himself a breakfast (it should be lunch according to the time), one of the benefits of online writers, as long as you ensure the update of the day, no one cares when you sleep.

Sleeping until noon and opening his eyes is already Zheng Ziming's norm, basically there is nothing to get up early, he will not see the morning sun.

After setting the day's fixed-point update on the computer, Zheng Ziming walked out of the house, and he hadn't forgotten that he still had a task to collect wind today.

After researching what good places to collect wind, Zheng Ziming set off.

Since the target location is a bit far away and taking the bus is a bit time-consuming, Zheng Ziming chose to travel by hovering car more quickly.

Forty minutes later, the hovercar took Mr. Cheng to his location, an abandoned office building that was expected to be demolished.

The current plot of his novel involves some content related to office buildings, and it must be difficult for him to blend into someone's office building, so this abandoned office building with a well-preserved interior is naturally his first target.

Zheng Ziming slipped in from the main entrance, very familiar with the road.

In fact, he had been to this office building many times, otherwise he would not have found an abandoned office building so easily.

It was a pure coincidence that he had found out about the abandoned office building, thanks to the black snake that had come out of nowhere on his way home, and if only it hadn't had the urge to bite him.

Zheng Ziming, who walked into the office building from the main entrance, turned left and left, and he still remembered the location of the stairs leading to the roof.

Zheng Ziming walked up one by one, carefully observing the internal structure of the office building on each floor.

When he walked to a certain floor, Zheng Ziming suddenly heard some voices coming from the depths of the office building, although he couldn't hear the content of these sounds, Zheng Ziming could hear that it was a human voice.

Is there anyone in this office building? Zheng Ziming looked in the direction of the sound suspiciously.

He had been to this office building many times, and he had never met anyone in it, and he felt a little bad in his heart, although he knew that this office building had been abandoned, but he also knew that this office building could not always be left here as an abandoned building, either rented or sold to others by everyone, or simply demolished entirely.

Could it be that he happened to run into everyone in this office building this time? Zheng Ziming felt that he should leave quickly, and he also knew that his current behavior was called sneaking in, and if he was bumped into by someone, it would be troublesome.

Zheng Zi, who was reluctant to leave and was about to leave, suddenly paused - he heard a little abnormal sound, that kind of sound was like the sound made by a person who was about to suffocate when his throat was choked, there were many ways.

Zheng Ziming frowned: His intuition told him that it was better for him to leave it alone, but the sense of responsibility as a good citizen told him that it was better to take a look at what was going on.

After hesitating for a while, driven by a sense of responsibility and curiosity, Zheng Ziming decided to take a look at what the situation was, otherwise he would feel guilty if this was a murder scene and he didn't take any action.

Following the direction of these sounds, Zheng Ziming cautiously groped his way through without making any movement.

After about fifty meters of this advance, Zheng Ziming stopped, and the room in front of him was where those sounds came from.

At this distance, Zheng Ziming suddenly didn't think much that this was the sound made by a person when he was choked by the throat and was about to suffocate, the reason was very simple: He felt that it was estimated that no one could make such a powerful sound when he was choked by the throat, and if he was really choked by the throat, the sound should be very sharp and weak.

Zheng Ziming slowly poked his head out and glanced through a glass to see what was going on in this room.

More than a dozen people of different ages, including men and women, don't know what group activities they are doing inside, and a few people fall to the ground and twitch slightly for some reason, but there is a strange feeling on their faces, and the rest of them don't seem to see these people who have fallen to the ground, and the whole picture is extremely weird.

Zheng Ziming saw that one of them sucking some blue crystal particles that he didn't know what they were, and he collapsed to the ground in less than a few seconds, twitching with the same cool face as those people.

Zheng Ziming slowly retracted his head, seeing this scene, he no longer thought that this group of people was the owner of an office building, this was obviously a cult, or a cult-like gang! Would a normal person smoke something that could make him fall to the ground and convulse?

It was determined that it was just a cult and the like was carrying out team activities, Zheng Ziming was relieved, and he just reported it when he went out.

He slowly stepped back, preparing to stay away from the cult group, if they accidentally discovered his existence, it would be troublesome.

"Click——!"

A crisp cracking sound sounded from under Zheng Ziming's feet, and Zheng Ziming's face changed: How could it be? When I was retreating, I had clearly repeatedly checked whether there was anything under my feet that was easy to be trampled on!

After looking down and seeing what he had stepped on, Zheng Ziming's face turned green, and an urge to scold his father condensed in his heart: What a broken floor tile!

Zheng Ziming couldn't have imagined that what he stepped on was a floor tile, could this office building be a tofu scum project?

The voice of the group of cult members in the room suddenly became quieter, and cold sweat oozed from Zheng Ziming's forehead, and he quickly turned his head to observe the surroundings - this passage is a corridor, and it is still very long! With his own running speed, he must not be faster than the speed of the group of cult members to open the door, and the sound made when running fast will definitely make them realize that there are other people besides themselves! What should they do? Where should they hide in this situation?!

"Click!" the sound of turning the doorknob sounded, and a man walked out of the room, he looked at the sides of the hallway, and there was no one.

His gaze shifted to the door of the nearest room, narrowing slightly: If there really was anyone else, it would have to hide in this nearby room, and with the four or five seconds he opened the door, it was unlikely that even a mage's speed would have been able to run out of this hallway without making a sound.

The man walked to the door of the nearest room, pushed it open, and looked inside the room, but found no one, and did not see anything that could hide people - since this office building has been abandoned, the contents of it have almost been moved, and large objects that can be hidden, such as cabinets and the like, should not appear in this office building.

The man checked the nearby rooms one by one, but found no sign of anyone, and he returned to the gathering point: "I didn't see anyone, I don't know what the sound is." ”

"That's fine, it's better to be careful, although this is an abandoned office building, but if you don't get it right, someone will come, arrange for someone to take a look at the corridor." ”

Listening to the indistinct voices of those cult members, Zheng Ziming breathed a long sigh of relief, and it seemed that he had successfully escaped.

At the moment before someone came out, Zheng Ziming remembered that this office building was not the kind of building covered with tempered glass, but an office building with a cement exterior wall, and because he had been here many times, Zheng Ziming remembered that the outer wall of this abandoned office building had some platforms that seemed to be used for aesthetics, and those platforms were wide enough to stand on their feet.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ziming ran to the window of a room - he was very lucky that there were those platforms on this floor.

Zheng Ziming didn't plan to return to the room just now, he wasn't sure if there was anyone in that corridor now, and if he wanted to go back the same way, it would be fun to run into that group of cult members, and it just so happened that the platform on this floor was connected to a window at the staircase, so leave from there.

Zheng Ziming bent over, leaning against the wall and cautiously walked towards the window on the platform, after climbing through the window at the staircase, Zheng Ziming wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he was a little afraid of heights, and it was really difficult for him to let him walk all the way from that platform.

After successfully reaching the stairs, Zheng Ziming immediately went downstairs and left the office building, and he quickened his pace because he was a little worried that the group of cult members would suddenly go downstairs.

Zheng Ziming, who had just walked out of the office building, accidentally bumped into a person on the road because he was not paying attention, and Zheng Ziming hurriedly helped him: "Old man, are you okay?"

"It's okay, you...... Ming'er?" The old man who was bumped into by Zheng Ziming looked up and was stunned.

Zheng Ziming, who saw the old man's face clearly, stiffened his face, and the person he bumped into was actually his blood grandfather - Zheng Minsheng.