Seeing his son lying motionless on the ground, the old man, who had been through the battlefield, couldn't help but blur his eyes.

At this time, a working comrade on the scene quickly came to the old man, tidied up his collar, and saluted the old man.

The staff then told the old man their speculation.

"We must thoroughly investigate this case. If this case has its own prospects, we must give me a detailed report."

"Yes! Leader."

Without saying too much, the old man turned around and returned to his own car and signaled the driver to start driving.

"Old Nie...we..."

The old lady wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old man.

"Let's talk about it when you get home."

After the old man finished speaking, he remained silent, his eyes fixed on the front.

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At this time, Yue Zhengyang was already lying in his bed.

"Third brother, why did you go home so late today? Do you dislike me for being so old and looking for a good friend outside?"

Pei Hongying seemed to be making trouble, but she was acting coquettish in front of Yue Zhengyang.

"It's nothing, how could I find a good friend outside my wife Yue Zhengyang? Besides, who said you are old and yellow? You are the most beautiful time for flowers."

Yue Zhengyang seemed to remember something and continued.

"Oh, by the way, if someone asks me, you just say I'm back at 7pm, but don't say it wrong."

"Why?" Pei Hongying asked in confusion.

"Don't bother with why, you just said that, remember whether you have any questions. No matter who asks, you say it's seven o'clock!"

Yue Zhengyang was afraid that this matter would eventually be found, so he made the time difference to Pei Hongying first.

Because of this, he always came over the wall when he came back, for fear of disturbing the neighbors on the street.

"I understand. Ah..."

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Not only are there two trucks of antiques in Yue Zhengyang's space, but there are also one and two million US dollars more, which is a huge sum of money!

Unfortunately, Yue Zhengyang cannot be used, otherwise, someone might come to the door because of this huge sum of money.

Because his US dollar is unknown.

For several days, Yue Zhengyang honestly went to work at the antique shop in Qiushan Ancient Capital.

The reason why he went to an antique shop instead of a restaurant was because he guessed that someone would definitely ask an antique shop for questioning, because the antique shop was still a little involved with cultural relics.

Yue Zhengyang believed that if the police were to investigate the incident that night, they would definitely come to various antique shops and antique markets to investigate, so that he could get some news from it.

As the saying goes, Cao Cao came.

As expected, as Yue Zhengyang expected, the casual investigator really looked for the antique shop in Qiushan Ancient Capital at noon today.

"Are you Comrade Yue Zhengyang?"

Two investigators came to the ancient capital of Qiushan and came to the counter. One of them said to Yue Zhengyang.

Yue Zhengyang had already seen the two customers coming in differently. When they took out their work permits, Yue Zhengyang also adjusted his mentality.

He put down the pen in his hand to wash, and replied calmly, "I am Yue Zhengyang, comrade, is there anything to do with me?"

Hearing Yue Zhengyang's answer, the questioner took out a photo from the folder in his hand.

"Do you know the person in this photo?"

Yue Zhengyang took the photo handed over by this person and took the front of the photo to himself.

In this photo, it is nothing else, but Taro Watanabe who was beaten to death by himself.

"I know this person, he is a Japanese man. But why is your photo so creepy, it looks like he is dead."

The photo of Taro Watanabe in Yue Zhengyang's hands was taken at the crime scene.

In the photo, Taro Watanabe's eyes were still staring wide, but the blood at the corners of his mouth had been wiped clean.

"You are right. He is indeed dead. Can you tell us about the process of knowing him?"

Needless to say, Yue Zhengyang also knew that this casual dress must have learned about his understanding of Watanabe from Lao Bai.

In fact, casual clothes are also clues found from the blue and white porcelain in the guest room of the Jingcheng Hotel where Taro Watanabe stays.

"Is this Japanese dead?! It's good to die, it's better if all the Japanese in the world die."

Yue Zhengyang showed an angry young face, but there was not much pretentiousness.

"We have a tight time, so let's talk about the main business."

This casual man pretended not to listen to so much nonsense about Yue Zhengyang. They have been investigating this matter day and night these days, just to close the case as soon as possible. There is no time to talk to Yue Zhengyang.

"Okay, let's sit there and talk, Huazi, pour you two cups of tea. They have worked so hard that it is not easy for them to come and go in the wind and rain all day long."

After saying that, Yue Zhengyang led the two to the coffee table in a corner of the store.

After sitting down, Yue Zhengyang sent a cigarette to the two of them, but the other person didn't take it, so he had to light it and smoke it himself.

"Comrade, if you say I know him, you can only say half of it. Actually, I have seen it in Panjiayuan. At that time, he wanted to buy a blue and white porcelain from a stall. By the way, the stall owner was Lao Bai, who was his father-in-law, and he and I were old friends."

When talking about Lao Bai, Yue Zhengyang pointed at Lin Zaihua who came to pour tea with his finger.

Lin Zaihua heard the mention of his father-in-law and wanted to stay and listen, but was scared away by the eyes of the two.

Seeing Lin Zaihua leaving, Yue Zhengyang continued.

"I felt unhappy when I saw the Japanese want to buy blue and white porcelain. Anyone can buy the things left by our ancestors, but they can't be sold to the Japanese. Do you think?

As soon as the stall owner Lao Bai and I decided to cheat the Japanese. I didn't expect that the Japanese really had a trap and bought this blue and white porcelain for the original price of 1,000 times. My buddy was so happy.

You won’t come to me because of this, right? I didn’t get a penny!

This is the antique sold by Lao Bai in Panjiayuan. How could I get this money?

Besides, even if I want it, Comrade Lao Bai won’t agree! Do you think so?"

Yue Zhengyang looked at the casual man opposite him with a look of "terror", saying that he was "innocence".

Seeing that Yue Zhengyang didn't speak, he looked at the two of them blankly, and the man comforted him.

"Don't worry, it's not because of this, you can continue talking."

"No, I have never seen this Japanese again since then. If you don't believe me, you can ask Lao Bai. I'm afraid that this Japanese will come back to settle the accounts with him, and even told him not to set up a stall recently."

The man continued, "What?"

"And then? Then there's nothing."

"I'm asking you what happened after you left Panjiayuan." The man said to Yue Zhengyang impatiently.

Seeing him say this, Yue Zhengyang "seemed" to understand what he meant.
Chapter completed!