False evidence

Chapter 102 Living in My Place
Before I could finish speaking, Yan Fengwei shouted from the terrace:
“Brother! Don’t make things up without evidence! I’m not afraid to tell you, I do have women outside! Not just now, but I’ve had them before too. Damn it, men can’t live without women! But I’ve never had the habit of spending women’s money, let alone cheating them out of money or sex! I won’t now, and I never have! I would never do such a despicable thing! Also! I’m bald because it’s hereditary! My hair was thin when I was a kid, and it was completely flat-topped before I was twenty. I’ve shaved my head ever since!”

"Who is that woman outside? Do I know her?" Meng Zhen asked abruptly.

Yan Fengwei casually said, "You know him too? He's that guy across the street from us..."

Meng Zhen's voice suddenly rose eight octaves: "Well! You bastard, you actually kept a daughter outside! Even rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows, you actually hooked up with the neighbor across the street!"

"This pair of clowns..." I laughed in exasperation.

Previously, Yan Fengwei tried to bribe me to keep quiet and not to mention women. Now, he's confessed himself.

I thought about it and reminded the couple again not to focus on arguing, but to keep an eye on the lanterns they were holding.

Seeing me staring at the incense burner by the door, the monkey quickly said, "Don't worry, I've been watching it the whole time. I'll light a new one before it's finished burning."

Looking again at the bottle under the tiled roof, I asked, "Is this bottle really valuable?"

Yan Fengwei, seemingly enduring the pain, answered through his throat, "This is a replica of a Song Dynasty 'Listening to the Wind' vase made during the Tianqi era of the Ming Dynasty. Ouch... You stupid woman, stop pinching me... It's a replica, but it's still worth a fortune! Otherwise, my wife wouldn't be so concerned about it at this critical juncture!"

I asked, "How much would this thing be worth back in the old days... during the Republic of China era?"

Yan Fengwei replied, "That depends on whether the buyer knows its value. If you find a buyer who does, you'll need at least two thousand silver dollars!"

"Two thousand silver dollars?" Pidan asked me blankly, "How much would that be in modern terms?"

The monkey said, "Then we should be able to buy up both streets near our house."

Pidan was even more bewildered: "In the Republic of China era, how many silver dollars would it cost to redeem a... a 'technical worker' from servitude?"

The monkey was taken aback by her question. After counting on its fingers for a while, it simply said, "Your house, or even our house, is enough."

“If this bottle is really worth that much, then it’s not just a scam to cheat people out of their money and sex!” Pidan said, looking at me.

"Hey bro, what's going on here? Can you explain it in a way I can understand?" Yan Fengwei asked from outside.

"I also want to understand..." I murmured.

Suddenly, Pidan grabbed my hand, leaned close to me, and whispered in a sneaky tone, "How about we go to the Fifth Dimension again?"

I smiled bitterly in my heart.

Yang Wudao said he left me a 'secret manual,' but apart from the will which was relatively clear, the contents left in the gaps of the book were like a foreign language to ordinary people.

He was my mentor, and I've read his "secret manual" repeatedly, but even now I can only see the tip of the iceberg and have only scratched the surface.

Rather than saying that I use divination to glimpse the future each time, it would be more accurate to say that I am guided by divination.

The so-called art of physiognomy, in my current view, is like a scoundrel who, regardless of the occasion or the situation, suddenly jumps out to tease me.

This makes me increasingly suspicious that Yang Wudao was already suffering from Alzheimer's disease when he wrote down the secret method, and was unable to record the most crucial parts.

I'm not even a half-baked expert, so how could I possibly use divination to observe things?

Thinking this to myself, I nodded vigorously at Pidan with a serious expression: "Opening the passage to the fifth dimension requires a certain amount of time. I feel it's almost done."

When he gets angry, he's really impulsive, but once he calms down, his mind becomes very sharp.

He stared at me for a moment, then shook off my hand and said sullenly, "Who are you trying to fool? I feel like you're even worse than Baldy." "Baldy, watch the lantern!" I quickly changed the subject, lit three more incense sticks, and put them in the incense burner.

Looking at the dark night sky and the beaded rain curtain outside the door, I suddenly recalled something that happened a long time ago.

"No...no...it's definitely missing, it's definitely missing!"

"What's missing?" Yan Fengwei and Monkey asked at the same time.

Yan Fengwei said, "I prepared everything according to your list, even the memorial tablets were in duplicate! And now you're telling me we're missing something?"

The monkey, however, remained calm and asked me, "What's missing? Is it too late to prepare it now?"

I shook my head and asked him in return, "Do you remember what I told you about Shao Hanzi?"

The monkey said it remembered and asked me, "What came to mind?"

I said, "I attended two grand banquets that time. The second time, Old Master Bai came to my grandfather and said that the incident the night before, apart from being caused by witchcraft, was most likely due to the seventh day after Shao Hanzi's death."

The monkey had an excellent memory and nodded, saying, "I remember you said that when Shao Hanzi was found, he had been dead for six or seven days."

I said, "The next day, my grandfather and I stayed at Shao Hanzi's house. Because Old Bai said that after a person dies, they should go home on the seventh night after death."

Pidan suddenly chuckled: "We have a similar saying here. The day I was diagnosed, I joked with my mom... saying that after I die, when I come back for the seventh day after my death, I can't see her crying, otherwise I won't be her daughter in my next life..."

I glared at her and said, "Stop talking nonsense and spit on the ground!"

Pidan rubbed his eyes and said dismissively, "No way!"

"Nonsense!"

"Pfft!" I spat on the ground, put my hands together, and muttered, "Children talk nonsense, please don't be offended..."

Pidan stared at me blankly, then suddenly grabbed the front of my shirt, glanced at me sideways, and asked:
"What did you say to me before you opened the safe in the basement? I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."

My face suddenly felt hot.

He stared into her clear, bright eyes for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I said... I like you!"

Pidan's face turned noticeably red, as if he had applied too much rouge, but he still wouldn't let go of me: "And then?"

My face flushed too. "I don't dare to say it while looking at you. Close your eyes, and I'll tell you secretly."

Seeing that she had really closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling restlessly, I quickly lowered my head and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

"I'm done." I felt my whole body trembling.

Pidan slowly opened his eyes, stared at me for a long time, and suddenly said sullenly, "Before I die, you are not allowed to find other women like Baldy!"

"Pooh!"

I spat on the ground again, stared at her, and shouted, "If you insist on spouting nonsense, then let's be fair! If I die before you, then you'd better live on and live in my place!"

(End of this chapter)