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Chapter 50

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It was foggy.

Zhang Jue knew that he was back in his own world.

What was different from before was that this time, he returned at night.

He didn't know the location. He looked around and saw a farm about 200 meters away from him.

At this moment, he was stepping on the plowed field.

Damn, he couldn't even see the person this time.

Zhang Jue stumbled to the front of the farm.

The lights in the farmhouse were not on. He didn't know if it was because there was no one inside or because those people were acting strangely.

It was like a haunted house in a horror movie.

However, Zhang Jue wasn't sensitive to these things. He looked around and entered the yard of the farm.

There was a switch at the gate of the yard. He tried to press it and the light hanging on the gate lit up.

There was a large machine in the yard. There were a few English letters printed on the body of the machine, probably the abbreviation of its manufacturer.

The cover of the engine had been opened and black oil stains were scattered all over the ground. The owner must have been repairing it not long ago.

The mailbox at the door of the farmhouse said "JAMES". It must be the name of the owner of the farm. Is this the western part of Mei?

“hello? Is anyone here? "(Is anyone here?)

Zhang Jue shouted in broken English.

Obviously, no one would answer him.

Zhang Jue shrugged and continued to look for clues.

In the corner of the yard, he saw a toolbox. He didn't know why a wrench was broken.

Zhang Jue weighed the broken wrench in his hand and found that it was very convenient to use as a weapon.

He walked around the yard twice and didn't find any valuable clues.

Then he looked at the door of the farmhouse.

Go in and take a look?

The feeling of an exploratory horror game is so damn exciting.

Zhang Jue smiled and pushed the door of the farmhouse. It didn't budge.

I gave you face, but you didn't want it.

Zhang Jue's face darkened. He kicked hard, and the wooden door, which was not very sturdy to begin with, was kicked through.

He snorted and took his foot out of the hole. He put his hand in and opened the door from the inside. It seemed that the door wasn't completely locked.

The farmhouse was a two-story building. The kitchen, living room, and bathroom were on the first floor. The two bedrooms were on the second floor.

Zhang Jue whistled and searched the rooms one by one.

Five minutes later, he confirmed that there was no one in the farmhouse — normal or abnormal.

Zhang Jue looked at the wrench in his hand and thought that the owner probably went out to do something and never came back.

Zhang Jue checked each room again. He found a note on the refrigerator door.

“David,I have to go to the town to buy some tools ,if you come back,do not py games with my computer!” (David, I'm going to town to buy some tools. If you come back first, don't use my computer to play games!)

The farmhouse was a father and son and they didn't seem to get along.

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