Zhang Yi flipped through the catalog and clicked through it.

Looking at these magical props is more addictive than scrolling through a mobile phone.

Until the next day, Zhang Yi rubbed his eyes and lay on the bed not knowing what time he fell asleep last night. He glanced at the time and saw that it was already noon.

Walk to the bathroom door.

"Dong dong dong, are you awake? I want to go to the toilet."

"Click!"

The bathroom door was opened, and Dai Moli walked out, leaning against the door and staring at him pitifully: "I'm hungry!"

"I'll come downstairs and offer you some incense later."

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he ducked into the bathroom.

After closing the door, relieving himself, and briefly washing up, Zhang Yi took a deep breath and walked downstairs with Dai Moli.

When we got downstairs, Uncle Zeng was massaging a customer.

"Pa bang bang..."

His hands were gently patted on the guest's cheeks. The guest's expression was relaxed. The chubby cheeks were repeatedly kneaded by Uncle Zeng's fingers, and the skin began to become lubricated.

"Uncle Zeng."

Zhang Yi walked to the shrine, casually took out a stick of incense from the table, put it in his hand and lit it.

"Okay, you brought your girlfriend back so soon. Hehe, you and your father have something in common."

Uncle Zeng looked back at Dai Moli, then turned back and continued squeezing the guest's shoulders.

"Don't get me wrong, she is a new apprentice in our shop."

Zhang Yi said and held up the incense in his hand: "This is Uncle Zeng. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him."

"Hello, Uncle Zeng, my name is Jasmine."

The customer lying on the massage chair raised his head and glanced at Dai Moli: "What do you know?"

"I can do spa treatments."

"Oh, the spa treatment is great, I'll come next time... click!"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Zeng twisted his fingers, causing the guest to grimace in pain.

"Your cervical vertebrae are misaligned. Lie down and don't move around."

"Oh oh oh!"

The customer immediately became more obedient and lay on the massage chair without daring to move.

Uncle Zeng turned around and looked up and down Dai Moli: "Okay, someone just happens to be helping me share the burden."

Zhang Yi handed the incense to Dai Moli's hand, then walked to Uncle Zeng: "Uncle Zeng, how did my father die?".

"I don't know. He has been missing for four years. I applied for him to be declared dead."

"Then did he leave anything behind, such as a diary?"

"No more, it's all in the box."

"oh!"

Zhang Yi lowered his head and looked at the guest who was enjoying himself with his eyes closed. He couldn't help but poke his face with his finger. After making sure that the other person's skin was soft and bouncy and not dead, he put his hand down.

"Uncle Zeng, who is my father?"

Uncle Zeng poured the essential oil into his hand: "Your father is the boss and I am the employee. I don't know who he is, but there is one person who knows it."

"Who is it?"

Zhang Yi walked up to Dai Moli, handed over the incense candle with only one third left in Dai Moli's hand, and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the shrine.

"Go out and turn left for 100 meters, walk west, cross the road, there are two traffic lights, and there is a third doorway on the right. There is a lady named Qing inside. She knows it best."

"Sister-in-law Qing?"

"Yes, she is a widow who sings. Your father goes to see her when he has nothing to do. Sometimes he goes there all night long. She knows who your father is best."

"Then have you seen her?" Zhang Yi's face looked ugly.

"No, I also heard what your father said. He often said that Mrs. Qing is a poor person,"

"jingle!"

Uncle Zeng hurried to the door, opened the door and stuck his head out: "Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not a fan of fire. Your father is quite conservative in this regard. Don't fight..."
Chapter completed!