In the study room, the white-haired old man was surrounded by four people. He didn't even dare to look in the direction of Gu Chen. He just stood there blankly, completely at a loss.
Of course, the reason why Gu Chen and others "attacked" the white-haired old man was because they found Nie Ping's dismantled screenshot of the Eagle Totem Button and decided to ask the white-haired old man for clarification.
After all, this verified everyone's previous guesses about Nie Ping.
Nie Ping has indeed begun to dismantle and analyze the buttons of the eagle totem.
As for Nie Ping's death by drowning, Gu Chen also felt that there was something fishy about it. At least he was not sure yet whether it was really what the white-haired old man and Hu Shirley said.
It was because Hu Shirley married someone else that Nie Ping jumped into the river and died in love.
But one thing is very suspicious, that is, Hu Shirley has been subjected to various harassments.
As for the target of harassment, it seems that the target has always been on the button of the eagle totem.
But with Nie Ping's death, the mysterious man who harassed Hu Shirley seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Gu Chen didn't know whether the other party stopped harassing him because he took away Nie Ping's eagle totem button? Or because of some other reason.
"Co-author, the one placed on the seventh floor of his shop has always been a fake relic. So the button of the eagle totem that this mysterious man went through so much trouble to get is still in your possession?"
"What have you left behind?" The white-haired young man was stunned and raised his eyebrows and said:
"Master, please continue talking," You Cheng said.
"I often experience that kind of situation. Specifically speaking, I only experience that kind of crazy state when I suffer a major blow."
Seeing the white-haired old man shaking his head, You Cheng asked again: "Did I leave anything for him?"
Seeing this, Hu Xueli quickly comforted him: "Master, don't be sad first. You explained the matter vaguely. For the rest, you will help him seek justice."
With a faint sigh, the white-haired young man also looked helpless:
After sobbing, the white-haired old man covered his face in sadness, as if what happened a few years later was happening again in front of him.
After a pause, Nie Ping continued: "So, can't you tell you now where the button of this real eagle totem is?"
"Yeah." The white-haired old man nodded nervously or quickly: "This thing at that time was indeed fake."
"You can still see that."
"But once you go there, you will come back again. You must have stopped here. You are afraid that one day, these people will find you."
"We all seem to want to get this button, but there is only one button. You can give it to us no matter what."
"It seems that the situation you guessed later was correct. It seems that there is no other article outside and the matter is not that clear."
"What did he see?" Officer Wang asked.
Looking up at Nie Ping, the white-haired old man also choked with sobs and said:
"But your son doesn't have his own temper. This is not the time to close the door by himself. He wants others to disturb my work."
"Huh!" After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Officer Wang also sighed and said:
Since that area was then a suburban rural area, there were many ancient trees of all kinds, and they were all well protected.
"But come here, your son drowned, and the button with the eagle pattern underneath me became my relic."
"Is it because of that?" Officer Wang saw this and said with confidence:
However, at this moment, the white-haired old man smiled and said: "You do and say that just to confuse people."
The white-haired old man sighed and said hastily: "It's not the button with the eagle pattern."
The white-haired old man sighed, raised his head, looked at Nie Ping and the others and said:
And that kind of frankness was definitely of little help to Nie Ping.
"Your son wants you to be bad, so you can only live bad. Now, you know how to be bad."
"The entries were smashed to pieces and knocked over several times."
But Nie Ping felt that Lu Weiwei seemed to be a nostalgic person, and at most she wanted to take this opportunity to come to Jiangnan City to visit the deceased You Cheng.
"What happened here? Haha." The white-haired old man said with a tearful voice and choked with sobs:
"After all, you told them that sending me to study art cost you an apartment."
"But you can't worry now. He can't trust you at all about that matter."
"Yes, it was your son who wanted to be disturbed, but one day, you heard your son outside the study, roaring like crazy."
"Is this a relic of your son? Is it always worn by your son?" You Chenglian said quickly.
"There is a way to do this. Your son told you." Faced with Officer Wang's remarks, the white-haired old man said casually.
"It's not the things under the walls. I hate messing with those, but it requires absolute concentration."
"So, judging from your son's crazy behavior this time, you feel that if things are not that complicated, I must have suffered some kind of major blow."
But it was obvious that the white-haired old man's heart was not as weak as imagined, or even not as strong.
"Old man, please don't say that." Seeing that the white-haired old man was too sad, Hu Shirley comforted him:
The white-haired old man quickly explained: "You dare to leave this thing outside your home, for fear that thieves will notice it. After all, what secret is hidden outside? You are being vague."
Taking a deep breath, the white-haired old man tried to calm down, and then said:
"It's bad." The white-haired old man sighed heavily and said helplessly:
"Well, who is the other party? You still have to name him, but please be worried and make sure that your son really died an unexpected death. Then you will definitely take care of it to the end."
He casually pulled out his notebook and asked, "Master, please tell me everything you know."
"I also told you that I am going to the Magic City. If I am lucky, things will not be settled. But if I am lucky, I may have to explain myself away."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Where are you coming from?" Nie Ping asked.
"Come? Come..."
"Thank you." After sniffing, the white-haired young man also sighed heavily, dipped a tissue into the tears at the corner of his eyes, and then continued:
Pointing at himself, the white-haired old man also choked with sobs and said: "You are very open-minded about your name. I feel like you have no hope in this life."
However, the other party took away the button from Gu Chen's body and put a replica on Gu Chen's body.
After a brief twitching, the white-haired old man continued: "Tonight, if you see my son like this, sit cross-legged next to me."
"And this old camphor tree is a protected plant outside your place. If someone dares to touch it, you just think that burying things outside is the most dangerous thing."
At this moment, the white-haired old man seemed to have joined in. He quickly slowed down his steps, walked up to Hu Xueli, and sat cross-legged on the ground.
There is no group of ancient camphor trees outside, and the ages of all the camphor trees are basically less than a hundred years old.
"It was not until some time later that you noticed that the light at the stairway of your shop was on, and you realized that the trouble that seemed to be coming has not come yet."
"How do I say this?" Hu Shirley asked.
"Your son said that I am sure that what happened to me was a test. If I see this button with an eagle pattern, I will keep it on the seventh floor of your store."
"Yes." Listening to what Hu Xueli said, the white-haired old man nodded and said without hesitation:
Entrust yourself with the secret that has been buried in your heart for a long time.
"The eagle totem buttons placed outside the wooden box on the seventh floor of his shop have always been fake? No wonder he placed them outside so casually, for fear of being stolen."
"From this point on, you will know that you will definitely not take any action to remove your name, so what awaits you will be a disaster."
"Actually, just after it was over, you were also very confused. What did you think happened to your son?"
"I just remember that on this day, I was lying under the ward of the hospital, roaring and feeling happy, because before I received this award, I went to meet an artist from China."
"This time, I also behaved like crazy. I never do it again. This time you saw me tonight."
"Did you know at that time that the eagle totem button worn under your son's body was fake?" You Cheng asked.
"Well, you can take you to this ancient camphor tree now, dig out the things, and leave the rest to you, okay?"
"You can understand." Nodding silently, Nie Ping also patted the white-haired old man on the shoulder and comforted him:
"Come here?" The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows and said with a look of horror:
"You know, your son was harmed by someone else. It's hard for you to stand up alone."
"I said, I said..." Recalling a few seconds ago, the white-haired old man also said hastily:
"This is nothing. What could be more crazy than your son breaking up with his ex-boyfriend Lu Weiwei?"
"But is it?" The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed helplessly:
Thinking of that, the white-haired old man also started sobbing.
"Come here, just ask me, do you know if your son is okay? He must have caused trouble in there and provoked some troublesome people."
But obviously, Officer Wang's fire was not effective. The white-haired old man choked up and then said hurriedly:
But the other party was actually not vague. The button of the eagle totem that I took away was actually a replica of Yucheng.
"You will know if I encounter a small problem or encounter any troubles."
"Yes." Facing Nie Ping, the white-haired young man nodded anxiously.
As the prototype of the ancient camphor tree in front of him got closer and closer, the white-haired old man pointed at one of the small camphor trees and said: "It's not that tree, that tree is near the foot of the mountain."
"I would like to ask, what do you mean by this premonition?"
The ancient camphor tree that the white-haired young man was talking about is located at the foot of a mountain.
"Anyway, what is supposed to come will come. No matter what, you say it, you say it all."
Especially when Nie Ping thought that when he contacted Gu Chen's ex-boyfriend, Lu Weiwei, last night, You Chenglian suddenly had to rush all night to Jiangnan City.
"So, you quietly opened the small door of the study room and wanted to ask your son what happened?"
But the premise is that the other party must put an exact replica on Nie Ping.
"You were sitting there like that, and you asked me, what happened? You haven't seen me like that in a long time."
"Actually, that's what your son told you."
Even now, Gu Chen has long been turned into ashes and buried in the cemetery.
"It's just a routine thing for you to pack this eagle-patterned button into a beautiful wooden box and put it on the seventh floor of the store."
Hearing that, You Cheng frowned and asked quickly:
"Besides, these are things that not many witnesses have seen. You have something to do."
"Your son said it." Seeing Nie Ping sitting cross-legged under the floor, everyone else followed suit. When they sat cross-legged around him, the white-haired old man's excitement quickly ended and became calmer.
He also said hastily:
"Bad, young master, you haven't mastered those things yet. Can you tell me what you have mastered?" Nie Ping saw that he must let the white-haired young master play freely. I seemed to be able to speak.
No point.
"I said, I might have caused a little trouble, and if I did something bad, my life might not be in danger."
With a heavy sigh, the white-haired old man said without any fear: "At this time, you were shocked. What's wrong with the child? Why is he so crazy that he is lying under the floor?"
As he finished speaking, the white-haired old man looked left and right, then slowly locked his gaze under the desk.
"When it comes to your son working in the study, he wants to be disturbed." Before You Cheng could speak, Yuan Shasha hurriedly replied.
"You yourself are vague about the name removal. Did your son commit suicide in love?"
But before communicating with You Cheng's father, You Cheng vaguely realized that You Chenglian's arrival was by no means anonymous.
After a pause, the white-haired old man looked at everyone with simple eyes and continued:
Thinking of that, Nie Ping took a breath.
Seeing what the old man said, Nie Ping sat cross-legged next to me, keeping eye level with the white-haired old man, and said, "How do you say that?"
After saying that, the white-haired old man choked up and sighed:
Yuan Shasha stretched out her hand and said, "Please continue."
"Your son Youcheng, doesn't he usually show such excitement?"
Just say whatever comes to mind.
The other party may have used some means to cause Gu Chen to drown.
"I know." The white-haired old man nodded hurriedly and said with some reason:
"My academic performance has been very bad since I was a child, and I am among the best in the class. But I have never failed in math. I was so angry that I lay on the ground. I was willing to go to school for a long time, but you persuaded me for a long time.
"
Xiaojia originally thought it would be like that, but the white-haired old man shook his head.
"When this artist went to Shanghai to hold an art exhibition, your son asked you to take me to attend. At this time, I could only stand in the crowd from a distance and watch this artist being interviewed."
After a pause, Hu Shirley said again: "What about coming here? What happened here?"
After a pause, the white-haired old man also sighed and continued:
"Old man, do you want to be evil? You are only helping you. After all, you are also the police. You cannot be trusted at all. You can always harm him, right?"
Nie Ping felt that there was no need for him to lead me backwards.
The white-haired old man nodded: "That's right. This button has been given to you for safekeeping ever since your son left home for the last time."
"Yes." After hearing what Youcheng said, the white-haired old man nodded fiercely:
"There is something wrong. Our family has no money. You said you can't use money to help him settle it."
So the white-haired old man quickly took a few steps back and rummaged through several stacked art magazines under the table. He quickly found one of them, quickly took it in his hand, and showed it to You Cheng and others:
"Actually, you also claimed that your son's death might be that complicated, because I didn't seem to have a premonition afterwards."
"When I say those things, it means that I haven't encountered a very small trouble. Maybe I'm not here to solve that trouble."
"It will definitely confuse your son's affairs, and you will regret it even if you die."
Officer Wang saw that the white-haired old man seemed to be defenseless, so he wanted to add fuel to the fire.
When passing the small banyan tree, all vehicles need to go around under the spacious lanes on both sides of the small banyan tree.
"You must have said that. These people are uninvited guests. Maybe they think you are muddy-minded, so they will believe you."
That kind of trust was more honest than when I first met me later.
The situation seems to be getting worse and worse.
"Really... I have been hidden by you in a secret place."
"He also hung up the soul-calling bell? And said your son might come back?" Yuan Shasha also reminded.
"The buttons are outside your hands?" Nie Ping said.
"Is this true?" Yuan Shasha asked quickly.
"Usual times?" The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then he waved his hands and said:
But all of that seems to have broken the balance due to some factor.
"You've been taking names all the time. Why am I hiding in the study? I don't even have time to eat."
"They also know what happened here. Your son died, and no one said that I committed suicide by jumping into the river in Shanghai because of this fruitless relationship."
When Hu Xueli heard this, she looked up at the wooden floor and quickly took a step forward.
At this moment, even his nose was red.
"That time, I hope you will not hide anything. That would be a bad choice for him and you."
Therefore, Nie Ping now wants to join forces with You Chenglian, Officer Wang and Yuan Shasha to put some pressure on me.
"Thank them, I really appreciate them." After sniffing, the white-haired old man choked and said:
Having said that, the white-haired old man sighed helplessly: "But because of this unexpected car accident, I missed the entry for my work and had to lie under the hospital bed. It took a little more than a week before I could go to bed."
The white-haired old man nodded silently and said with some reason: "Actually, when your son wore this eagle totem that my later boyfriend gave me, he felt weird."
"Your son told you that as long as the buttons are out of your hands, you'll be fine."
"Wait a minute." After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Yuan Shasha quickly interrupted:
"bad."
Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, the white-haired old man continued: "You just want to know why your son told you those things after going to the Magic City?"
"You often see that before I return home from vacation, I end up shutting myself out of the study and going to the place where I am now."
"But...can't." Before repeatedly communicating with Nie Ping, the white-haired old man also saw that Nie Ping and others really wanted to help him.
"Bad." The white-haired young man calmed down and said hastily:
"Where were you talking about just now?"
"Isn't it your son lying under the floor in that study room this time?" You Cheng confirmed.
At least for now, Nie Ping has not won the trust of the white-haired young man.
"You were right yesterday. You should have told them nothing. The main thing is that you were really unsure, especially since they told you that no one had sneaked into your store."
"What your son wore later was given to me by my later boyfriend, not by Lu Weiwei."
"Bad." Listening to the white-haired old man's reminder, Nie Ping made a turn and stopped the vehicle firmly at the foot of the ancient camphor tree.
"You need help, but you can't find anyone to help you. Moreover, you are weak and weak, so it is impossible to defeat the opponent."
"From the moment you saw your son's body, you discovered that it was different from the imitation I was wearing when I left Jiangnan City and went to the Magic City. Looking at it, it's
Another imitation."
There is not even a small banyan tree, because it is located in the center of the road, so when Jiangnan City was building the road, a fence was built specifically for the small banyan tree.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You believed in your son's death and wanted to investigate it. However, there is no evidence that your son did die in love.
"
"Is that so?" Nie Ping took a breath and said hurriedly before everyone followed him and walked back and forth twice:
Seeing this, You Chenglian quickly took out his tissue and handed it to the white-haired young man: "Don't be sad, it's not over yet."
"However, the Shanghai side considers it a suicide, but you know, is it not that complicated to remove the name?"
Moreover, all of this was explained by Gu Chen, and it seemed that he was also trying to protect his father's safety.
"Bad." Faced with Nie Ping's reminder, the white-haired old man nodded silently and asked Nie Ping:
Nie Ping also noticed the white-haired young man's wonderful emotions at this moment, and wanted to use his own way to give me less comfort.
"What did you say? What did your son tell you? Could you please be more vague?" Seeing that the white-haired old man was speaking vaguely, Hu Shirley also urged him.
"Yes." The white-haired old man shook his head, sighed helplessly, and said with choked sobs:
"Young master." After the white-haired young master over there finished speaking, Hu Xueli quickly asked:
"I haven't even finished imagining the picture of myself standing under the podium to receive the award."
"It's not about your son's danger." The white-haired old man said.
"Come here, your son lies under the floor and tells you that the matter is settled with money. I ask you not to ask any questions."
"However, this time, the last time I went to the Magic City, I was only wearing an imitation."
"Will Lu Weiwei break up with me and cause me to behave like crazy?" Yuan Shasha asked.
"What's the problem?" Hu Shirley asked curiously.
"The only thing you can do is not do everything. That's what your son told you."
Of course, as for what kind of result it will be? Nie Ping feels that it depends on whether the white-haired old man is willing to tell the truth.
"You understand." Seeing that Nie Ping had not yet reached the point, the white-haired old man sighed helplessly:
"So you already knew that few things would happen?" After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Nie Ping finally understood.
"You know, judging from the last two situations, your son must have encountered some kind of major setback."
"Do you care who the other party is? Do you care that the other party has no background? Please doubt you."
"What's so minor?" Officer Wang felt relaxed after hearing what the white-haired old man said.
"We all say that your son died in love, but you always feel that's the case. If so."
"Imitation? You mean, this thing is fake?" Officer Wang raised his eyebrows.
"It would be even worse if it could be packed in a beautiful wooden box."
"And the works of this artist, your son Gu Chen, can only be seen through some art magazines."
"Because I really love this Lu Weiwei. I have even discussed with you that I will definitely marry Lu Weiwei. So, what will the future be like?"
"And at this time, it's long since dinner time. You also know when I go out to eat. The food has been washed and cold twice."
"Although you are not vague, why did I say that? But now it seems that it directly blessed your peaceful life in those few years."
It turns out that the white-haired old man is actually a stupid person who has been playing tricks on Xiaojia.
…
Taking a deep breath, the white-haired old man also said seriously: "Actually, you have never had a wish in your heart. This is not to obscure the cause of your son's death."
"You saw your son, Gu Chen, messing up his hair and lying on the floor."
"You suddenly lost the sense of strength that you could help your son. You choked and asked your son what on earth had he provoked? But I didn't mean, before I asked you for some money, a few days ago So I went to the Magic City."
"I left an object for you."
You may also come here for this real eagle totem button.
Of course, it may be possible that the other party took away the button of the eagle totem from Nie Ping, and then caused Nie Ping to drown.
"Yes, it's not that artist. Your son has been interested in my art works since he was a child."
After thinking for a while, the white-haired old man added: "Not once, I participated in a small art competition to commemorate something. I was very satisfied with the entries I made."
With a heavy sigh, the white-haired old man shook his head helplessly: "You are already old, and now you want to get involved in that kind of thing."
After a pause, the white-haired old man suddenly looked right and left, pointed at You Chenglian's feet and said:
"And in order to see this artist up close, your son went to participate in this competition where the artist personally selected and awarded the prize."
But the white-haired old man shook his head and said helplessly: "I said, I can tell you. I also said, the more you know, the worse it will be, otherwise it will be bad for you."
Looking to the right and left, the white-haired old man pointed at some handicrafts under the wall and said:
Sad emotions welled up in his heart. The white-haired young man could no longer suppress his inner emotions and sobbed:
"Why are they buried under the camphor tree?" Hu Xueli was also very curious when she heard this.
"Perhaps, like others, you will suspect that your son committed suicide for love."
Only in this way will no suspicion be aroused, and after the other party has achieved their goal, they can also choose to disappear and harass You Chenglian again.
"Okay! It's okay if they say it's okay!" At this moment, the white-haired young man went to ask for something. He felt that meeting Nie Ping's team was more like an entrustment.
"It's... buried on top of a small camphor tree over there."
"But who would have thought that on the way to the selection venue with my entries, I would be hit by a motorcycle rider."
Seeing the white-haired old man reciting the scene with great emotion, Nie Ping just nodded slightly and continued: "What about coming here? What's your son's reaction?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I'm sure you will encounter your son roaring and going crazy in the study later. Maybe you won't have that idea."
Without the support of the white-haired old man, the family drove slowly to the location of this ancient camphor tree.
With a faint sigh, the white-haired old man said helplessly: "Although you were vague at the time, what was the purpose of your son saying that?"
"Harmful!" Hearing Officer Wang say this, the white-haired young man also sighed, and then he said seriously:
"I said, that matter started because of me and I have to solve it myself."
This sad mood spreads even to the end.
"You still ask me, do I need you to accompany me to the Magic City?"
The intense questioning by everyone just now obviously left the white-haired old man unable to resist.
"Yes, that's wrong. I was lying where he is standing now."
"I even told you that no one is lurking outside the building opposite your home, secretly monitoring your every move."
"And you also said, what does your son hate? You agree with both hands. Anyway, even if my love is bad, you can still afford it even if it costs more money."
"So that's what it is?" After hearing what the white-haired young man said, Nie Ping suddenly realized, and he quickly said:
"What did you see in the end?" The white-haired old man was stunned, and he also said:
"You haven't realized that this day, you are an uninvited guest. Maybe no one broke into your home."
"Moreover, just after it was over, you were just like them, thinking that your son was suffering from emotional problems, but that was not the case at all."
"Oh my God!" After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Hu Shirley exclaimed:
Seeing that the white-haired old man didn't seem to have the strength to resist Xiaojia's questioning, You Cheng quickly adjusted the angle of the law enforcement recorder and pointed it at the white-haired old man.
There was no possibility that Gu Chen had actually not discovered the secret behind the Eagle Totem button, so he made a copy of the Eagle Totem button for himself and kept wearing it.
"Remember, we didn't bury the things outside there. Anyway, they would break it if they parked there."
"Master, did you tell your son anything after he left home?"
"What is it?" Feeling like he was slowly dying, Hu Shirley, Officer Wang and Yuan Shasha also asked in unison.
