freenovelworld Chapter 179 Videotape
Chapter 179 Videotape
Wu Xie was determined to stall Wu Sansheng, and this stall lasted for more than a month.
Although he and Fatty Wang were taken back to the Xie family's old house to cultivate by Zhang Qiling the next day, the number of patrol teams outside doubled.
In fact, Wu Sansheng's injuries would have allowed him to be discharged from the hospital in about half a month, but rather than letting him return to his stronghold and allow the two old foxes to find a loophole and make contact, he preferred to keep him in the capital.
It's okay that your injuries have healed. You've been going up and down mountains and down to the sea for so many years, and you always come back covered in injuries. You're so old, don't you know how to take care of yourself?
Your nephew is so filial, he'll treat you to a complete health regimen.
Pan Zi should also take some time to recuperate and heal any hidden injuries on his body.
The head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department at this hospital is a national-level master; he's usually very difficult to get an appointment with!
The Wu family didn't get involved much in the capital. Because of Xie Lianhuan's faked death and Huo Xiangu's resentment towards Dog Fifth Master, Wu Sansheng generally avoided the area.
Trapped in the capital, in a hospital within the Xie family's sphere of influence, and being kept under control like a prisoner for over a month, Wu Sansheng has yet to find any opportunity to escape or contact the outside world.
His current state is such that what is written as 'hospitalized' is read as 'imprisoned'.
I never imagined that after two or three decades of tomb raiding, my first time "going to jail" would be because my own nephew locked me up.
Wu Xie stroked his chin.
Going to jail?
Got it. Next time you're going to lock up a chain of criminals, lock them up at the military hospital.
I think Lao Qin would agree, right?
Minister Qin, beaming with delight at the news of a famous volcano erupting at a scenic spot for a month in a row, said: "Aren't you being too polite? It's our own hospital, why are you talking about whether you agree or not? Stay here as you please. Should we send a company to guard you?"
"Young Master Wu, your package is here."
Wu Xie, who rarely comes to stay with her husband at the hospital, unexpectedly received a package delivered by the deliveryman.
He spent most of the past month holed up at the Xie family's old house, and his visits were unpredictable. Yet, this thing still managed to be delivered precisely when he was there.
Sender: Zhang Qiling
Zhang Qiling, who hadn't shown his face since returning to the capital, was currently holed up in his room secretly fiddling with his new gifts when he was inexplicably brought up...
Wu Xie held the package without opening it, and just stared straight at Wu Sansheng.
Despite wearing a hospital gown, his complexion was rosy. He had been eating and drinking well for more than half a month and hadn't done much exercise, which had made Wu Sansheng, who had gained more than ten pounds, feel uneasy under the gaze of the man who seemed to know everything.
He chuckled, wondering if this was part of their original plan or if they were still able to make contact despite such tight security.
"The deliveryman who brought the package has been detained," the clerk continued.
Wu Sansheng: ? ? ? ? ?
Who was detained?
Who detained them?
Damn, you guys are going way too far!!!
"Wu Xie! Illegally restricting personal freedom is a crime!!!" Wu Sansheng couldn't help but say.
Wu Xie looked at Wu Sansheng in surprise.
"Third Uncle, was that you speaking just now?"
Wu Sansheng looked like a black man with a question mark on his face.
"You're someone who's practically memorized half of the criminal law, and you're telling me this is illegal??? Are you serious???" Wu Xie asked sincerely.
“You…” Wu, carrying half of the criminal law on his back, from three provinces…
"Well, it was Uncle Hat who put it on him," the guy who had just spoken added quietly.
what? ?
Wu Sansheng stared at the waiter with dead fish eyes.
"The reason is...stealing packages...and delivery trucks, and deliveryman's clothes..." The shop assistant almost couldn't help but laugh under Wu Sansheng's death stare.
"This shouldn't be called stealing, it should be called robbery!"
An image involuntarily popped into my mind of a naked deliveryman, crying and begging the man in the hat to intervene.
Wu Xie suspected this guy was doing it on purpose. Who brought this guy out? He's got some nerve...
This young man has potential...
The deliveryman was a fake; he stole someone's car and clothes, and then came to deliver the package...
Wu Xie carefully examined the package in his hand.
The entire cardboard box was intact, the tape was neatly applied, and the waybill was pasted on perfectly.
"Third Uncle, obsessive-compulsive disorder isn't suitable for our line of work."
Wu Xie stared at the package in his hand, which looked like it had just come off the production line, and didn't know what to say.
Can you please put a little more effort into this? I'm asking you, can you please put a little more effort into this?
The package had absolutely no scratches or dents; the tape was neatly folded over a dozen times; the shipping label was affixed perfectly to the center of the cardboard box…
What kind of legitimate courier service could it be...?
Wu Sansheng: ...
Damn it, why did Lianhuan send this kid over? This piece of trash is doomed.
"Wu Xie, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand. What kind of delivery is this?"
Wu Sansheng simply pretended to be stupid. What else could he do but pretend? Jie Lianhuan, you idiot!
"Ha ha……"
Wu Xie chuckled twice, his tone dripping with sarcasm, then grabbed a fruit knife and started unpacking the package.
This packing expert packed the box so neatly that he felt embarrassed to open it violently.
Out of respect for the guy who was willing to risk getting a prison visit just to get the package delivered to him, Wu Xie carefully opened the package.
As expected, a tightly wrapped and neatly arranged plastic bag for protection against bumps and knocks appeared before my eyes.
Wu Sansheng looked at Wu Xie's slow movements and the neatly packed package with mixed feelings.
Ten minutes later.
Two old-fashioned black videotapes were placed on the table in front of me.
Watching Wu Xie spend over ten minutes unpacking a package makes Wu Sansheng feel so tired...
"These videotapes are very old. It's hard to even find projection equipment these days. Who sent them to you?"
Wu Sansheng asked.
Wu Xie handed him the delivery box that was placed to the side.
"Zhang Qiling???"
"Didn't Zhang Qiling enter the Bronze Gate? How come you're still in contact???"
Wu Sansheng felt that he could still be saved and could continue acting.
After all, in Wu Xie's eyes, he should have been unconscious the whole time and didn't see Zhang Qiling come down with them.
"No, he's at home."
Wu Sansheng: I freaking...
"Someone is impersonating him and sending you a package?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Wu Xie pointed to the delivery box in his hand.
"First, find some equipment to play these two videotapes and take a look."
Wu Sansheng tapped the videotape on the table, then reached out to Wu Xie.
"Give me the phone, and I'll have someone go to the secondhand market to find a replacement."
"Hey! Busy?" The ward door opened, and Fatty Wang poked his head in.
"Fatty Wang sensed the call of innocence and has come to help!" Fatty Wang, carrying an old-fashioned projector, wiggled his pert buttocks, pushed open the door in front of him, and placed the machine on the table.
Wu Sansheng glanced at the projector, then at Fatty Wang, then at Wu Xie and the two videotapes…
The game is over...