The middle-aged man led them through a long corridor. On one side of the corridor were offices and on the other side were rows of glass windows. The middle-aged man was holding a large bunch of keys in front of an iron-wrapped door.

He stopped, squinted his eyes, picked out a key, and tried it in the keyhole for a long time. With a "click" sound, the door opened.

Chu Zihang was stunned. In front of him was a clean cabin with a double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk and a chair, and a small refrigerator. This was all Chu Tianjiao's furniture.

There are some steel wires stretched out in the corner of the room, which should be used to dry clothes, because there is still a jacket hanging on it.

There are no decorations on the cement floor and walls. Things are neatly placed, the bedding is neatly arranged, and there are no random instant noodle bowls. It really doesn't look like a place where a man lives alone.

The owner of this hut lives an ascetic life rather than a simple life.

Is this the residence of the super dragon-slaying elite? What was Chu Tianjiao thinking and doing when he stayed alone in this small room? Or maybe the super elite is so awesome and looks carefree outside?

Go back to your own territory and lie in bed like a zombie to recharge your batteries?

Chu Zihang couldn't guess.

"Brother, we won't disturb you anymore." Lu Mingfei pulled Fingel out and closed the door.

Chu Zihang was silent, looked around, slowly walked to the dusty little bed, lay down, and looked at the gray roof silently.

He was a little tired and just wanted to lie here, freeze time, and have a good rest.

"Something's wrong." Chu Zihang suddenly thought, "There's something wrong with this bed."

This idea came out of the blue, and the only reason was that this bed was too uncomfortable to sleep on. No matter how much a person doesn't pay attention to the quality of life, he should always have a comfortable bed.

He tried to remove the mattress, and there turned out to be a tightly assembled secret door underneath. The secret door was welded with iron sheets and an iron frame, and a heavy padlock was added.

Under the secret door was a steel pipe. Chu Zihang slid down the steel pipe and felt that he had entered a large space.

After his feet touched the ground, he turned on the flashlight, which Fingel had given him before, and said mysteriously, "You will need it."

As the beam of light illuminated every inch of space, Chu Zihang finally saw the true side of that man.

The first thing that catches the eye is the neatly stacked vinyl records, all of which are jazz classics. These things look inconspicuous, but there are not many of them left in the world. Some versions are simply astronomical in price. I don’t know where the man collected them.

Then there are the cigars, all of which are made in Cuba, and not a single one is a brand-name one. I guess he is still a senior cigar smoker.

There are naturally cigars and whiskeys, both of which are the strongest island whiskeys. No wonder the place is still filled with the delicious aroma of wine and smoke after so many years.

The small collection is mainly made up of old-fashioned cameras, including Leica and Hasselblad. There is also a complete set of equipment for developing photos. It seems that the man is still an experienced photography player.

In the corner is fitness equipment, with dumbbells bigger than his head...

These things surround the comfortable large bed in the center, which is covered with soft Australian sheepskin

Chu Zihang sat on the bed blankly, and suddenly felt the man's breath very strongly.

This small building actually has three floors of basement, but perhaps the three underground floors were abandoned when the construction was completed, and this floor cannot be accessed from normal channels.

So Chu Tianjiao dug through the floor, opened up this secret space, and built it into his own underground villa.

This man is not prepared to live a low-key life at all. He is just too good at disguising and hiding all traces of himself.

But he never hid it from his son, so in Chu Zihang's heart, his father had always been naughty.

Chu Zihang suddenly recalled the family photo, and in his mind he pictured the muscular man with oily hair. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that outlined his muscle lines, walking in this space, holding a cigar in his mouth and a

Whiskey, he leaned against the sink to develop photos while Elvis Presley's 1956 "Heartbreak Hotel" played on the subwoofer.

There is also a disassembled Beretta pistol on the workbench next to it. The modified version has increased power. The warhead is hand-carved with Shiyu flowers. It will explode immediately when it is shot into the enemy's body. The small machine that carves the bullet is there.

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Chapter completed!