It was still the same room, but this time Luoyang did not go in, but waited in the corridor outside the door, which could be regarded as listening.
Zheng Congrong interrogated him personally. He had the loudest voice in the room, but Liu Youshui's voice could not be heard.
This situation was also expected. How could Liu Youshui admit to the crimes he had committed?
Luoyang had nothing to do, so he sent the picture of the statue taken in the secret room of the Liu Mansion to Bai Jing's WeChat, and attached a sentence under the photo: Disciple, I don't know if you have seen such a statue, please help me check it out.
Find out the origin of this statue.
After sending the message, he put the phone away.
It was already four o'clock in the morning, and he didn't expect Bai Jing to reply to his message right away. Maybe she was having a sweet dream.
The interrogation in the room continues.
"Liu Youshui, we have obtained the evidence. Don't you admit that it is useful? I tell you, your only way out now is to confess all your crimes and seek leniency." Zheng Congrong's voice sounded very stern.
Liu Youshui remained silent.
Snap!
A loud voice came from the room.
Liu Youshui finally spoke out, but it was a cry of pain.
After all, unconventional means were used.
Bang! Bang...
Luoyang sighed softly. Even someone as awesome as Liu Youshui will be beaten one day, so it is better to abide by the law. Otherwise, no matter how much money you make, how will you spend it in prison?
Gu Gu.
WeChat message tone.
Luoyang took out his phone again.
It's a message from Bai Jing.
White Porcelain Doll: Master, what are you doing? You are sending messages to others at such a late hour. Your dreams are disturbed by others.
Luoyang: Do you sleep so lightly?
White Porcelain Doll: Well, master, will you treat me?
Luoyang: When you return to Bacheng, I will show you that you are probably mentally weak.
White Porcelain Doll: It will probably take some time. Master, have you sorted out the secrets? When will you teach me witchcraft?
Luoyang had a headache, so he replied: I'm sorting it out, don't worry, I'll teach you when I get back. So, look at this photo, have you seen this statue?
White Porcelain Doll: I've been thinking about it, but I can't remember where I saw it. I'll ask Teacher Su later.
Luoyang: Then you can rest.
White Porcelain Doll: Come on, don’t you care if you wake me up?
Luoyang:……
White Porcelain Doll: Where did you take this photo?
Luoyang thought for a moment and replied: Liu Youshui's home.
White Porcelain Doll: Is it the famous philanthropist?
Luoyang: Yes, that’s him.
White Porcelain Doll: As expected of a master, people like Liu Youshui would invite you to his home. Next time you take me with you, I will also have a delicious meal.
Luoyang sent a picture of a dog.
There was no need to tell Bai Jing the truth. She was such a clean person, and he didn't want her to have anything to do with someone like Liu Youshui.
White Porcelain Doll sent a photo.
Luoyang took a look and saw that it was a photo of Pit No. 8. A large piece of the bottom of the pit had been dug out, revealing several pieces of ground paved with bluestones.
Luoyang: Is there really something down there?
White Porcelain Doll: It is true. There is something empty under the stone slab. The museum and several experts are working on an excavation plan.
Luoyang:What's down there?
White Porcelain Doll: I don’t know. I talked to the teacher and he didn’t know either. He said he had never encountered such a situation before. However, he did make a prediction.
Luoyang: What prediction?
White Porcelain Doll: Master, there should be a red envelope here.
Luoyang:……
The next second, he entered the red envelope interface and sent a 188 red envelope.
Who calls him his master? If his disciple wants a red envelope, he, the master, won't give it to him.
The white porcelain doll received the red envelope in seconds and even posted a picture of her hugging her thighs.
Luoyang: Tell me, what prediction did Professor Su make?
White Porcelain Doll: Teacher Su said that there might be a tomb underneath, and a coffin or even a corpse might be found. You have to know that no coffin or corpse has ever been excavated in Sanxingdui. This is a big deal.
The witch he saw in the "memory" of the Feather Blade Eye suddenly appeared in Luoyang's mind, and he also made a bold guess in his mind. If there is really a coffin under Pit No. 8, and the coffin
There is a corpse among them, so could it be the corpse of the witch?
A witch who wore socks and a hood five or six thousand years ago must have had an unusual identity.
White Porcelain Doll: Master, I have a hunch that you are going to make a fortune again. What gift will you give me then?
Luoyang smiled and replied with a message: Didn't you say that the horse racing director thinks my fees are too high? If there are no special circumstances, I will most likely not be able to come. Then you can just share some pictures with me.
White Porcelain Doll: There has been such a big thing in the outer pit, how can there be nothing in the tomb? Master, don’t worry. If something happens, I will immediately advise Director Ma and ask him to ask you to come out.
Luoyang: Okay, you can rest and we’ll talk later.
White porcelain doll: Good night, Master.
Luoyang turned the phone over.
The Eyes of the Feather Blade were closed tightly, looking very ferocious.
Luoyang touched his eyes with his fingers. The fleshy feeling was very strange. A mysterious and yet mysterious feeling also spread from his fingertips, as if he would be in the underworld in the next second.
Wild ghost.
"Yu Yan, do you think that if your master was under Pit No. 8, would her body still be well preserved?" Luoyang said to himself.
There will definitely be no response from Feather Blade Eyes.
At this time, the door opened, and Zheng Congrong walked out of the door, with a gloomy face. From his expression, it was obvious that things were not going well.
Hu Bufei also walked out of the door, his expression not good-looking either.
Luoyang put away his cell phone and greeted him: "Uncle Zheng, Brother Hu, how are you?"
Zheng Congrong sighed and left.
Hu Bufei said: "That guy Liu Youshui is so stubborn, he just won't speak no matter what."
Luoyang hesitated for a moment before saying: "Brother Hu, if it's inconvenient for you to ask a question that shouldn't be asked, just pretend that I didn't ask."
"You ask, there is nothing inconvenient about it." Then, Hu Bufei added, "You are already my brother-in-law, so you don't need to be so polite."
Luoyang was very embarrassed, but he did not explain. He coughed dryly: "The evidence is conclusive. It doesn't matter whether Liu Youshui confesses or not. Are you trying him like this to find out who is behind Liu Youshui?"
Hu Bufei nodded and lowered his voice: "I haven't told you yet. Our technical staff found that a page was torn out of the account book you found. It is very likely that the person holding the umbrella you told me about
related."
"So that's it."
"Is there any way you can get him to talk? Ask him to explain where the torn article is and what was recorded on it." Hu Bufei's eyes were full of expectation.
This is why Zheng Congrong sighed and left without doing anything. There were some things he couldn't say, but Hu Bufei had no problem.
Luoyang glanced at the blood stains on the knuckles of Hu Bufei's right hand, "How can I ask you something that you didn't ask with your fists?"
"You must have a way. You can find the ledger Liu Youshui hid under the stone lion, but you still can't find the piece of paper he tore off?" Hu Bufei held it up.
Luoyang was wondering whether to take a trip through this muddy water.
"You're not afraid, are you? You really don't have to be afraid. Can the person who held an umbrella for Liu Youshui still be more powerful than the law?" Hu Bufei then changed to the aggressive method.
Luoyang smiled: "Okay, I'll try it."
Sometimes falling into a trap intentionally is actually an act of helping others. This chapter has been completed!