On the first day of the secondary school, Wu Ming handled everything by himself: registration, collecting uniforms, books, visiting the school, introducing clubs, and so on. Wu Ming's self-reliant and self-reliant personality made him look better than the kid beside him, who still needed his parents to accompany him. Moreover, because of his excellent grades, many clubs directly extended an olive branch to him.
However, Wu Ming was not anxious at all. He was prepared to continue observing for a while.
Although he had set his goal of climbing to the top of society, joining the army? Politics? It did not seem to match his personality. In the end, he was more optimistic about the Business Society. The students there were all interested in the financial industry and business, which was also slightly related to his business. It could be considered as applying what he had learned.
"Boss, there's something not quite right. I need you to come and take a look!"
At the school gate, Wu Ming immediately saw Neville.
He was wearing clean and tidy clothes. Thanks to the income from Wu Ming, Neville's family had moved out of the shanty area. They could be considered to have struggled out of the bottom of society.
"What is it?"
Wu Ming's original plan was not for Neville to be the king of trash. As early as during the summer vacation, he had begun to teach Neville some appraisal knowledge, preparing to train him in the direction of an appraiser.
After arriving, everything would definitely be checked by him first, then sent to Wu Ming with doubts and uncertainties for the final check.
Moreover, there had been many imitators near the garbage mountain recently. Although it was not a secret, Wu Ming was a little wary. Anyway, there were too few really good things in the garbage mountain. He was prepared to let Neville show his face in public and walk the streets under the name of collecting old furniture at a high price. At least the probability of finding something this way was slightly higher.
However, it still felt a little strange to see a kid call him boss.
"Something's not right?"
Wu Ming noticed Neville's choice of words. It was not that he could not be sure, but that something was not right. This made him a little interested. "Tell me about it!"
"It's a music box with a very unique design. It's not damaged at all. At first, I was wondering why the original owner would throw it away …"
As Neville and Wu Ming walked on the road, Neville said with a solemn expression, "Because Mary likes it very much, I let her play with it. However, she has been saying that she can't sleep well these past few days. She has been having nightmares. She dreamed that under the music of the music box, a little girl in red came to play with her …"
"I'm afraid that's not a nightmare, right?"
The corner of Wu Ming's mouth twitched.
"Of course not, but what if the girl doesn't have legs and tears of blood in her eyes?"
Neville shuddered. He had come to Wu Ming because he was desperate. "It's been like this for a few days, but when I took the music box from Mary, I didn't find anything unusual. It's just that … when I got rid of it …"
Neville said in a dead voice, "It always appears at Mary's bedside the next day without any warning. This is definitely not a prank!"
It's definitely not a prank! "If an ordinary person heard this, they would probably have goosebumps. After all, it was like a ghost story.
However, Wu Ming was immediately interested. "Bring me to see it!"
"Extraordinary power? Is it some kind of vengeful spirit?
Wu Ming clenched his fists.
Although he looked like a kid in his teens, his physical strength was no weaker than an adult's.
Especially in his sea of consciousness, the accumulation of mental strength had reached a shocking level. This was the source of his confidence!
Moreover, from Neville's description, this thing was not very harmful, just a little scary.
…
"I'm back. Where's Mary?"
Neville asked immediately as he opened the door with his key.
"It's Neville and Mr. Steven. Your sister should still be in the room. She's been screaming every night for the past few days. It's not good for us to sleep. Maybe we should take her to the doctor and prescribe some sleeping pills …"
A middle-aged woman nagged. She was Neville's mother, and her attitude was quite good.
Perhaps it was because Neville had become the breadwinner of the family and surpassed his parents.
"I'll go see her!"
Neville frowned. He was already quite mature and had the responsibility of a man.
"Don't … Don't look for me!"
In Mary's room, Wu Ming saw the little girl hiding in the corner. There were dark circles and bags under her eyes as she stared at a music box on the floor.
He had met this little girl before. She was very bright and cheerful, but now she had been tormented to the point where she looked unrecognizable.
"Sigh …"
Neville looked at Mary and covered her with a blanket. He sighed again. "If it wasn't for the music box that would come back mysteriously, I would have suspected that my sister had a mental problem and was prepared to take her to the doctor …"
However, this was not something that a doctor could solve.
Therefore, Neville immediately thought of his boss, Wu Ming. After all, the latter had left a deep impression on him. He felt as if he could do anything.
"This is the music box?"
Wu Ming picked up the small box in the middle of the floor. The dark gold base seemed to be quite heavy. After opening it, there were two exquisite children's dolls, a boy and a girl. The boy wore a suit and tie, while the girl wore a red dress and held a small umbrella.
After winding it up, the metal piece pulled the trigger, and a melodious tune appeared. The two dolls slowly turned in circles to the music.
"No! Don't come over! "
However, when Mary heard this voice, she hugged her head and screamed.
"Alright, alright, don't be afraid!"
Neville quickly comforted her.
"It's purely handmade, and all the parts are in perfect condition. This shouldn't be thrown away like trash, unless there's a story behind it …"
Wu Ming looked at the exquisite music box in his hand.
This kind of toy was only available in the upper class. Even though it was not an antique, it was quite expensive to make. Furthermore, it was undamaged, so no one would throw it away on purpose.
"This … I'll bring it back to take a look!"
However, Wu Ming could not see anything in the short term, so he could only ask.
"Of course you can … After all, it's yours …"
Neville scratched his head. "As long as it doesn't come back, that's all that matters!"
… …
Wu Ming did not dare to bring this thing home. After all, he did not know if this music box was specifically for girls. If a vengeful spirit really appeared, he would be fine, but Madam Sterling and Angelina might not be able to handle it.
So, he went to a phone booth by the roadside, inserted a coin, and dialed a few times before picking up the receiver.
"Hello, speak your mind!"
A sweet female voice sounded from the other side.
"Please connect me to White Oak Street, Number 7, the Sterling family!"
"Alright, please hold on …"
Wu Ming waited for a while. After the busy tone, Madam Sterling's voice sounded, "This is the Sterling family. Who are you?"
"I'm Steven. I have some business to attend to, so I'm going out for a night!"
He found a random excuse.
In any case, in the past few months, after displaying the wisdom of a mature person and the ability to make money, his family gradually stopped treating him as a child.
"You're not coming back for dinner? Really … Alright, be careful. Do you have enough money? "
Madam Sterling nagged for a long time before hanging up.
Wu Ming rubbed his ears and prepared to spend the night in the warehouse.
Now that he had the funds, his situation had changed for the better. Neville even rented a warehouse specifically to store the miscellaneous items that Wu Ming might be interested in.
He had a simple mind to begin with, and now that he saw the pile of junk, he felt dizzy. He had no intention of working alone.
Even if he wanted to work alone, he would at least learn all of Wu Ming's skills.
"Seriously … this Neville accepts everything, his eyesight really hasn't improved at all!"
The smell of the warehouse was really bad. Wu Ming grumbled as soon as he entered. Shortly after, he looked around the pile of junk and found a few manuscripts that seemed to belong to a famous master. He carefully clamped them between his legs and prepared to bring them back.
It was getting dark outside. Wu Ming found a random blanket and sat cross-legged on it, slowly circulating the Da Luo Sutra.
After years of deduction and training, he had now entered a new level. Perhaps it could be called the second level. His mental strength had improved greatly, and even his physique was extraordinary.
"This world is quite tolerant towards supernatural powers, but I don't know if I've encountered too few supernatural incidents. Has the inheritance been severed?"
Wu Ming guessed.
Ever since he came to this world, there were only two things that were related to supernatural powers. One was the bank robber, Dual-gun Jack, and the other was the music box in front of him.
As his cultivation continued to deepen, the number of doubts he accumulated also increased.
At this time, he did not recklessly use his mental strength to probe the music box. Instead, he turned the key and made the music box play a pleasant sound.
"If you can hear it, come find me!"
Wu Ming smiled and entered a deeper state of meditation amidst the beautiful music.
…
A layer of fog appeared.
As he felt weightless, Wu Ming's body tensed up, and he immediately became clear-headed.
What appeared in the surroundings was a small Western-style building with exquisite furniture and antiques on display, all of which indicated the wealth of this family.
"Has my dream been invaded?"
Wu Ming had an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, and he swaggered around the villa.
"Hmm? Not bad! "
He opened the wine cabinet and took out a random bottle. After opening it, he took a sip and nodded. "It's a very realistic dream. To be able to restore most of this, it has great potential …"
"Ding ding dang dang …"
At this time, the same melody as the music box echoed. A sweet voice appeared behind Wu Ming, "Are you here to play with me?"
He turned around and was immediately met with a pale face that was crying tears of blood!
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