<h4>Chapter 794: Trash, You Don’t Even Know How to Cook</h4>


    The phone rang. Xiao Li picked up the phone and nced at it. Seeing that the caller ID was Xi Bo, she could not help but be stunned. Heber… Unless it was a festival, Hebe usually would not call her.


    Xi Bo was just the butler of her private vi. Why was he calling her?


    Just as the call was about to end, Xiao Li picked up the phone in time.


    “Hebe.”


    The person on the other end was clearly silent for a moment before saying to Xiao Li respectfully, “Miss Lawson, the abandoned house next door has been bought.”


    Xiao Li almost did not remember what Xi Bo was talking about.


    When she remembered what the so-called house next door was, her expression changed slightly. “Who bought it?” Xiao Li’s tone became serious. That house had already be a real haunted house. Who was so foolish to buy it?


    He heard Xi Bo say, “A Mr. Zhuang.”


    Xiao Li’s heart raced.


    Zhuang?


    Could it be him?


    Xi Bo did not hear Xiao Li speak and knew that she might have guessed her identity. After hesitating for a moment, Xi Bo reminded her, “Miss Lawson, he’s your ex-husband.”


    Her guess waspletely confirmed. For a moment, Xiao Li was speechless.


    ......


    Monterey Bay was the destination Zhuang Long had mentioned?


    The world was so big, yet he went there…


    After guessing why Zhuang Long went to Monterey, Xiao Li’s heart beat faster.


    After Xi Bo reported the situation, he did not say anything else and waited for Xiao Li to reply. Xiao Li calmed down her surging emotions and said to Xi Bo, “Xi Bo, pay more attention to him. If there’s anything unusual with him, you must contact me immediately.”


    Xi Bo agreed.


    After hanging up the phone, Heber heard the nervous tone of thedy on the phone. He could not help but suspect that thedy still had feelings for Mr. Zhuang.


    When Zhuang Long returned home, his head hurt like it was about to explode.


    He threw himself onto the soft sofa. He held a cup of water tightly in his hand and racked his brains to recall some details. However, he could not remember anything at all. Whether it was the perverted murderer’s father or anything rted to Xiao Li, he could not remember anything.


    Zhuang Long fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.


    …


    In the morning, Zhuang Long realized that he had woken up in bed.


    He sat up and looked at the room, confused. When did he go upstairs? Or had the second personality woken up against night? He did not have the memory of the second personality, but the second personality had his memory. ‘He’ had gone straight to his room to sleep. He was so tant that he was no longer afraid that he would discover ‘his’ existence.


    Zhuang Long remembered what the doctor had said.


    The doctor said that ‘he’ hoped that he could recover.


    Did ‘he’ do this to tell Zhuang Long that something in this house could wake him up? Since ‘he’ was so eager to recover, it was impossible not to leave clues.


    If he wanted Zhuang Long topletely recover, he must have his own ns.


    Zhuang Long suddenly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. He found hisptop in the living room.


    He turned on the surveince camera and changed the time back to around five o’clock yesterday afternoon. He had sat on the sofa and yed for a long time yesterday. He remembered thest time he looked at the time. It was around four forty. The scene jumped to five o’clock. Through the surveince camera, Zhuang Long saw himself lying on the sofa and sleeping.


    He did not know how long he had slept for. Other than being very patient when doing research, Zhuang Long was actually an impatient person when he encountered other things. Zhuang Long dragged the mouse and realized that his sleeping posture in the surveince camera had moved, so he clicked y.


    He woke up a few minutes after seven.


    At this moment, he was no longer him, but another personality.


    After ‘he’ got up, he looked straight at the camera. He remembered the location of the surveince camera. ‘he’ gently pressed his abdomen and turned to the kitchen. Only then did Zhuang Long know that ‘he’ was hungry.


    ‘He’ searched for a while. A few minutester, he walked out of the kitchen with empty hands. ‘He’ looked helplessly at the camera, as ifining that Zhuang Long did not know how to live.


    ‘He’ left the house.


    After about an hour, ‘he’ returned with a big bag of vegetables.


    Zhuang Long, who was behind the camera, saw ‘his’ every move and found it unbelievable.


    What the hell?


    His second personality even knew how to cook!


    Zhuang Long watched as ‘he’ entered the kitchen. There was a series of bangs inside, and ‘he’ walked out with a bowl of noodles. Zhuang Long clicked stop. He deliberately erged the image and stared at the bowl of noodles for a long time.


    It was a bowl of seafood noodles. The prawn meat was pink with some chili. The noodles were cooked until they were soft and delicious.


    It was a bowl of seafood noodles. The prawn meat was pink with some chili. The noodles were cooked until they were soft and delicious.


    He continued to y.


    At this moment, the ‘he’ in the surveince camera suddenly looked up at the surveince camera and opened his mouth to say something. The surveince camera was silent, and only the image was silent. Zhuang Long could tell from his lips that he was saying—


    Trash, you don’t even know how to cook.


    Zhuang Long was speechless.


    He was actually despised by his second personality. He did not expect his second personality to have such a personality.


    “He” finished his noodles and washed the dishes. He was about to say something when he suddenly covered his head. After a while, when “he” looked up again, his face was a little pale. “He” did not have time to say anything more, but Zhuang Long saw “him” reach out and point at a room.


    Then the man went upstairs.


    Zhuang Long switched the video to the surveince cameras in the room and adjusted the time. When he saw ‘him’ appear in the house, he did nothing and justy down to sleep.


    It seemed like the second personality would disappear soon after waking up.


    Zhuang Long turned off the surveince cameras and walked to the sofa to sit down. He pointed in the same direction as he had seen in the surveince cameras. Zhuang Long looked in the direction of the finger and realized that it was pointing at a house. After thinking for a while, Zhuang Long stood up from the sofa and walked towards the house.


    Thest time the housekeepingpany came, Zhuang Long only asked them to clean the main hall, kitchen, and washroom on the first floor. He did not let them touch the other houses. Hence, when he pushed open the door, he saw this scene—


    This house looked like a gym. The house was filled with some fitness equipment. Of course, the fitness equipment, the floor, and the ceiling above their heads were a little dirty with ayer of dust. On the ground were the footprints of adult men.


    Staring at the footprints, Zhuang Long pondered for a moment before raising his leg and leaving another footprint on the dust.


    This footprint was the same size as the previous footprints.


    These were his own footprints.