Mei Qian finally saw what it means to dig a hole to bury oneself.
He was very suspicious that the whole world was against him.
The subway couldn't be repaired anywhere, it had to go to Matougou, so how could it be so lucky to dig out the big cauldron that I had buried a few days ago?
Then he suddenly realized something was wrong and hurried to the study. He was going to delete the photos he posted on Weibo a few days ago.
But it was still a step too late. When he logged in, there were already a bunch of comments under the spring outing photos.
[Tsk, tsk, the old thief Mei has been exposed. Look at the pear orchard in his background, the orchard in the southern suburbs of Matougou, and the spring outing. I'm afraid he was stepped on, right?"]
[Laughing to death, it’s only been a few days. Where has Mei Qian gone and where has the subway been built? 】
[You tell me, does the construction director have the intention to kill Mei Qian? This is too disgusting!]
[How bad! I live nearby. How convenient will it be after the subway is opened? The project has stalled. Will it need to be diverted again...]
[Not to mention the Construction Bureau, I heard that Mei Qianshai’s farmhouse is within the scope of demolition. If it goes wrong, the boss may also want to kill Mei Qian. After all, it is such a large sum of money...]
Mei Qian couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he saw this comment. No wonder Lao Liu was so happy and wanted to go back to his hometown. This was really profitable.
Hey, what's so secret about this? If you had told me earlier, I would have buried it somewhere else!
He lamented his luck, and paused when he clicked on the deletion. Anyway, it was already like this, and deleting it again would make it obvious, so he simply stopped caring about it.
Maomao's phone number will arrive soon. If something like this happens, of course she has to ask clearly.
The voice on the microphone didn't sound too worried. After all, several of them were together that day, and they often went to farmhouses. There was a large tomb underground, so it was expected that Mei Qian wouldn't have much to do with it.
Even if he was really good at Feng Shui and didn't go to the grave, how much trouble could he cause?
Mei Qian also thinks so. He can't be detained by the police just because he appears near the ancient tomb, right?
Then Maomao mentioned that the money from the last song sale had arrived. The other party was very satisfied and agreed to cooperate next time.
This was good news, not too big or too small. Mei Qian thought about it and invited the other party to his home for dinner to celebrate a little.
When I hung up the phone and saw that it was almost evening, I wanted to send Ning Chi to buy food and wine, but before I could do anything, the doorbell rang.
Ning Chi ran to open the door, but was obviously stunned for a moment, and said, "What do you want?" His tone was relatively high, and Mei Qian turned his head when he heard the words, and couldn't help but be startled. The secret message came so quickly.
It turned out that there were three uniformed policemen standing outside the door. One of them was familiar, it was Officer Li Chen, while the other two just didn't know their names and looked kind-hearted.
Several people's gazes passed directly over Ning Chi and then onto Mei Qian: "Excuse me, Mr. Mei. We are police officers from the Xiadu Criminal Police Detachment. We need to find out something from you now."
It was Li Chen who spoke. Even though he was an acquaintance, he showed his ID like the other two.
Mei Qian asked these people to come in, and Ning Chi stepped aside.
"What do you want to ask?" He made a gesture to sit down.
Who knows how many people did not sit down, but a middle-aged man in front of him said directly: "If you can find a quiet place, we would like to ask your assistant first."
Mei Qian glanced at Ning Chi, who looked confused, and nodded: "No problem, let's go to the study!"
When the three of them entered the study and closed the door, he and Li Chen were the only ones left in the living room.
Li Chen was not polite. He took the tea and sipped it while looking at the surrounding decorations.
"Are you here to ask about Matougou in the suburbs?" Mei Qian asked. In fact, he already had a guess in his mind, but he still had to ask.
Li Chen nodded immediately. There was a lot of news online now, and he had nothing to hide.
Seeing that the other party seemed very restrained, Mei Qian asked again: "By the way, is your master's face healed?"
"Pfft!" Li Chen couldn't help laughing: "You also know?"
I also know which cat scratched his face. Mei Qian was also happy: "Why didn't he come?"
"I'm busy with other cases and have been working overtime for several days." Li Chen sighed.
Mei Qian was still waiting to ask again, but the doorbell rang again.
This time it was really rough. She was shocked when she saw the police in the living room. When she learned that they were just asking, she patted her chest.
"You came just in time to save others from running away." Mei Qian knew that Maomao must have been informed of the situation, so she said this.
Sure enough, Ning Chi's questioning was quick, and when the two police officers came out, he called Maomao in again. Finally, it was Mei Qian's turn.
The person asking the question was the leading middle-aged man named Kong. The other one was taking notes seriously.
"Did you go to Matou Gou in the suburbs four days ago?"
"Yes, my two assistants and I organized team building and went to the Youkelai Farmhouse for a day."
"Have you met any strange people there?" the middle-aged policeman asked again.
Mei Qian shook his head: "No, maybe because it's just the beginning of spring and it's not the weekend, so there are very few guests."
"It is said that after lunch, you went out alone for an hour?" The middle-aged man's eyes became sharp and he stared at Mei Qian closely.
The latter was rich in experience, so he would not care about this. He nodded calmly: "Indeed, when I go out, of course I have to take some photos. I have these on Weibo." The boss and the waiters knew about his going out, so there was no need.
hide.
The middle-aged man was silent for a while and then asked: "You didn't do anything else? Didn't you go to see anyone?"
Mei Qian smiled: "It only takes an hour, what can I do?" After a pause, he added: "By the way, I first enjoyed the scenery, and then I took a few photos when I saw enough." Thinking of the photos.
Maybe he added this sentence after being found out when the photo was taken.
I thought the other party would ask more questions, but I didn't expect the other party to nod: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation." He stood up.
This time it was Mei Qian who felt strange. He was actually faster than Maomao and Ning Chi. Is that all you asked?
"I've learned everything that I need to know. I must have heard about the bronze tripod, Mr. Mei, right?" Seeing him nodding, the middle-aged man smiled and said: "The tripod was just buried recently. We suspect that there is someone there.
A tomb robber gang would bury the tripod in a secret place and wait for the buyer to dig it out."
Mei Qian also didn't expect that her unintentional act of just trying to solve the trouble at hand would lead to such a big misunderstanding.
I was thinking wildly! Then I heard the other party say: "By the way, in order to cooperate with the investigation, I hope you will not leave Xiadu in the near future. If something really happens, please contact us." The middle-aged man changed his smile and was not as serious as before.
, while talking, handed him a business card with a phone number written on it.
Mei Qian reached out to take it, and the middle-aged man didn't hesitate, took the other two and left.
The three remaining people in the room were left looking at each other.
Mei Qian's heart... didn't know what to think at this moment. Looking at the other party's eyes, didn't this guy suspect that he was doing a behind-the-scenes deal?
Yes, he took another step closer to the prison. He was already a tomb robber in the eyes of the police, and this time he was suspected of secretly trading stolen goods. How many years will he be sentenced for trading a bronze tripod, which can be regarded as a national treasure?
Fortunately, I thought it was too heavy at first, so I didn't touch the cauldron with my hands. Otherwise, if it left fingerprints, I would have no choice but to live in a prison cell.
And this, for Mei Qian, can be considered a blessing among misfortunes in this oolong incident...