False evidence

Chapter 435 Rekindling the Bond (20)

Hearing Tong Xiangnan's loud question, I was suddenly jolted.

"Stop it now!"

In their minds, Liang Kaiyuan and Shen Fangyun called out at the same time.

My mind became clearer, and when I looked at Jiao Tong, I felt an indescribable disgust for him; I really wanted to strangle him.

But seeing that he was in so much pain that he was almost fainting, she hesitated for a moment and then let go of him.

Looking at Chen Zudao again, although his face was full of pain, there was a clear hint of relief in his eyes.

I took two deep breaths and asked him, "Do you still dare to act crazy when you're drunk?"

Chen Zudao seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then asked tentatively:
"If I say I'm not drunk and causing trouble, will you forgive me?"

"You're awake now!" I shook off his hand.

A quick glance revealed that his wrist had been turned purplish-black from my grip.

Chen Zudao didn't make another move, nor did he care about the wrist I had pinched. He just slumped in his chair, looking at me with a lost and dejected expression.

After a long pause, his eyes dimmed, and he said:

"Now I know you're not Brother Lü!"

"What? Are you awake from a dream? Or are you really drunk?" I was a little surprised.

Chen Zudao straightened up and said with a wry smile:

“You were really angry just now. If you were him, the moment you showed that look in your eyes, you would have killed someone. The person he wanted to kill would definitely die.”

Deep down, I knew he had never truly loved me. He was only with me because he thought I was stupid and wanted to use me.

If I had acted like that in front of him, he would definitely have killed me. You didn't kill me because you were soft-hearted. Therefore, you couldn't be him.

He looked miserable at that moment, as if he had aged a lot.

I sighed, hesitating to speak.

Lu Xin did indeed lose his temper just now, and he did indeed have murderous intent towards him.

Chen Zudao did commit murder and arson in the past, but that was many years ago.
His orientation in certain areas is different from that of ordinary people, but that cannot be considered his fault.

When you like someone, even if you know they're just using you, you're still willing to be used like a fool.

Is this a punishment from heaven for him?
After a moment, I said to him:
“Senior, I am not Lü Xin. The real Lü Xin died in a charcoal kiln many years ago.”

Chen Zudao nodded dejectedly.

After a moment, he said to me:

"Child, you are a good child. But how did you acquire this demonic power?"

"Demon power?"

Chen Zudao hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a wine bottle from the table.

"You still drinking?"

He shook his head, then suddenly stretched out a finger and poked at the bottle.

He moved very quickly, only probing and retracting in a single motion.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he had poked a neat hole in the glass bottle with his finger.

"That's called kung fu; it's something you learn through practice!"

As Chen Zudao spoke, he stretched out his thumb and pinched the mouth of the bottle with his index finger.

In just one snap, the thickened bottle opening was crushed into powder!

"That's called strength!"

Chen Zudao put down the wine bottle and picked up another one.

I was stunned, thinking he was going to demonstrate some concepts with his actions. But to my surprise, he glanced at me sideways and, with lightning speed, brought the bottle to his lips.

"Glug glug," before I could even react, I had finished the remaining half bottle of wine.

Seeing his evasive gaze, I was both amused and exasperated. "That's called a high alcohol tolerance."

Chen Zudao chuckled: "I've been drinking it for over a hundred years, I can't quit."

He then said to me seriously, "Now you know what demonic power is, right?"

Tong Xiangnan sat down opposite me and said:

"Sanqi, the old man wanted to tell you that through hard training, sufficient speed, and power generated from within, one can penetrate hard objects. His act of crushing the bottle mouth relied more on his innate strength."

I don't understand kung fu, but I believe that a person's strength is inextricably linked to their bones and muscles. Weight, height... taking all factors into account, strength has its limits.

But do you know that, to me, a layman, your performance just now went beyond mere skill and strength?

You can certainly say you've worked hard on those hands, and I'm willing to believe it. But your height and weight won't change. No matter how hard you train, your strength can never reach... the incredible level you just witnessed.

You just...it seems you've transcended human physiology, even the physics of the human body! Do you really think, with your abilities, you could handle both the old man and his...his godson, at the same time?"

"No."

I said with certainty, "I did practice a few martial arts moves when I was a kid, but I never put in the effort because I found it tiring. I often practiced wrestling with Erpang, like the Mongolians on the Mongolian grasslands in The Legend of the Condor Heroes; we made bows and arrows out of bamboo strips and practiced shooting eagles with chickens from Shao Hanzi's chicken coop. But in the end, it was almost always Erpang and I who fought with Shao Hanzi and got chased home by his parents with broom handles."

"I think the thing you've mastered the most is your mouth!" Wei Lan couldn't help but laugh.

Just as Tong Xiangnan was about to speak, the courtyard gate opened, and Erpang walked in with his hands behind his back and his head down.

"Where did you go?" I asked.

Erpang looked up at me and blinked, "Sanzi, I think I'm sick."

"What's wrong?" I got up and went over to them. "Where did you go just now?"

"I can't really explain it... I remember I was with you, visiting that woman's grave, wasn't I?"

Erpang rubbed his nose. "Later, I was in a daze, like I had a dream. I dreamt that I became a driver and took two people to a place. Right, just like last time... at the factory."

A thought struck me. "Who are you giving it to?"

Erpang shook his head: "I can't remember who it was. I can't even remember their faces, but I remember it was a man and a woman."

Where did you send them?

Erpang shook his head again: "I can't explain it. Anyway, when I was sober, I was in the car, the Hyundai you borrowed. The car was parked in front of a hospital."

Which hospital?

"The First People's Hospital. It says so on the sign at the entrance!"

"Then?"

"And then I came back."

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

I can't explain to myself why I'm laughing, and why I'm laughing so stupidly.

Tong Xiangnan tapped the table with his backhand and handed me his phone.

The screen displayed a photo showing the scene where I had just single-handedly subdued Chen Zudao and his son Jiao Tong.

"I only had time to take this one picture." Tong Xiangnan gestured with his chin at me. "Can you see something's wrong?"

I stared at myself in the photo for a while, then handed the phone back to him. "This is definitely not me."

Tong Xiangnan nodded: "That's why I asked who that was just now."

“That’s Sanzi!” Erpang said, then turned to me and said, “Sanzi, do you think I’m sleepwalking? Otherwise, how could I wake up and end up in the hospital? Can a sleepwalker drive? Can they avoid people and not crash?”

(End of this chapter)