Chapter 141 (1/2)

Dark Matter Museum ye bu yu 26770K 2022-07-23

Zhang Heng subconsciously looked at the person who said hello. The person's head was wearing a Mori white mask and didn't show his face. It looked very uncomfortable.

”Who are you?”

”I'm your uncle Wang.”

Uncle Wang? Zhang Heng thought for a while, but he still didn't think that the man who claimed to be Uncle Wang was his own relative. He rummaged through his mobile phone. This man didn't have any information, but he was in his relatives' group.

This guy can't be a relative of his own. I added him when I met my hometown, and then I completely forgot.

”Hello, Uncle Wang.” Zhang Heng smoothly, unconsciously, these words will make him fall into a hell he can never climb out of: ”what's the matter with you suddenly contacting me?”

”You called me, you called me uncle Wang. Hee hee, since you call me, your life and the life of your family are all mine. ” Uncle Wang's message flashed over darkly, one sentence after another. Zhang Heng's back suddenly cooled.

Why is this man so strange and terrible? What does he mean? His own life and the life of his family are his. What do you mean? Zhang Heng doesn't understand at all.

But after that, the man who called himself Uncle Wang didn't say anything again. Zhang Heng was anxious about his work and didn't take it to heart.

But the next morning, everything changed!

That morning, a man with a white mask, black clothes, a little hunchback and a very scary look sat at the table where Zhang Heng usually sat.

The wife and her children talked and laughed with the masked man, while the parents laughed. However, the smiles of father and mother are like hanging up. Under the smiling expression, there is deep fear.

”Who are you?” Holding a thermos cup in his hand, Zhang Heng made a look like he wanted to hit it and shouted.

”Silly boy, what are you talking about. This is your uncle Wang. ” Father quickly stood up and said.

The wife also looked up and said in amazement, ”isn't this your hometown relative? I only came this morning. Your parents know each other. ”

Zhang Heng's two children also said happily, ”Dad, Uncle Wang is interesting.”

The man who called himself Uncle Wang raised his head and his voice was full of joy: ”xiaohengheng, are you up? Uncle Wang, I came to play with you. ”

”Who the hell are you?” Zhang Heng has a black face.

Dad also blackened his face, came over and slapped Zhang Heng: ”you're crazy. Even your uncle Wang forgot. What do you remember? Just throw your skull out.”

Zhang Heng lived for more than 30 years. His father was not willing to beat him, let alone in front of his wife and two children. He's a little confused.

Dad pushed him and pushed him into the bathroom. His father in his sixties firmly closed the door of the bathroom, and the old hand that closed the door was even trembling.

Dad, I'm afraid.

”Shh, don't talk.” Dad pushed Zhang Heng to the inside, fumbled in his arms, took out a yellow paper symbol and pasted it on the toilet door.

Zhang Heng looked at the sign and said, ”Dad, what are you doing?”

Dad didn't speak. His eyes looked at the sign until he seemed to see something. He was temporarily relieved: ”melon son, did that slap hurt you just now?”