False evidence

Chapter 468 Painted Skin (18)

Gao He nodded, but couldn't help asking, "Was there another woman at your house at the time?"

Seeing Tong Xiangnan's smile grow even brighter, I said to Gao He:

"If there had been another woman here, I would have questioned my uncle's morals. Two men and one woman..."

"Get lost!" Tong Xiangnan told me to shut up in a very elder-like manner.

Gao He flipped through the photo album again and murmured, "If there wasn't a third person, how were these photos taken?"

Tong Xiangnan suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, this photo is photoshopped! That woman's legs are taken from the internet, they're XX's!" (The XX he's referring to is a popular female celebrity.)
That said, no wonder those beautiful legs looked familiar to me.

Hey, what do I usually pay attention to when I'm online?

……

After telling this rather unconventional story, Tong Xiangnan repeatedly said that revealing magic tricks was like taking away someone's livelihood and that such behavior was shameful. However, as a human being himself, he also had the 'bad habit' of showing off.

As for myself, what he can say, I cannot explain.

Because he and Old K later became friends, while I was a complete stranger to Old K, I couldn't do something that would backfire and be thankless.

However, there are some things that still need to be said.

Old K is a magic prop maker. Due to his own limitations, he cannot perform on stage. Otherwise, he would definitely become a top magician like David Copperfield.

He is not only skilled at making and using magic props, but also has a special ability: in the shortest amount of time, he can use all available objects in reality to create the illusion of time and space displacement by placing them in different positions and angles.

Furthermore, his congenital neurological disorder, while depriving him of his stage brilliance, gave him more time and space to think.

Tong Xiangnan's original words were: "He is truly a genius. In psychology alone, if he had received systematic instruction, his achievements would definitely surpass mine."

When he said this, Tong Xiangnan looked very regretful, and even a little lonely.

Judging from this, although he barely won his 'PK' with Old K, it was a hard-fought victory that dampened his confidence to some extent.

He genuinely felt sorry for Old K, but he was also somewhat envious of the talent that God had bestowed upon Old K.

"Uncle, what's Lao K's WeChat ID?" I asked.

Tong Xiangnan glanced at me sideways and remained silent.

I said, "My schizophrenia is getting worse and worse. I'm thinking of waiting until you kick the bucket, then I'll go find Old K and have him continue to treat me."

"Fuck off!"

"Hey, hey, hey, now that the story's over, shouldn't we get down to business?" Gao interrupted us.

Tong Xiangnan laughed heartily: "After hearing my story, Sanqi's experience last night probably won't seem so strange anymore. In short, he experienced a grand magic trick."

I should have admired the magician's skills, but it seems the magician violated the basic principles of magic.

Even if he or they did not drug Sanqi, they still put her to sleep and then gave her alcohol.

Interacting with the audience is essential, but if it harms their health, then it's a bastard car!

Tong Xiangnan's face suddenly turned cold: "Damn it, how dare he touch my nephew! He's gone too far! I'll teach him a lesson!"

For the rest of the time, I was unable to contact any of Erpang, Zhao Qi, or Liang Yuan.

While Tong Xiangnan and Gao He were whispering to each other, I had another conversation with Lü Xin.

As I said before, as a conman, being tricked like this made Lü Xin very indignant.

He also listened to Tong Xiangnan's unconventional 'teaching' and immediately became convinced of many things.

For example—we didn't actually get caught in the rain when we got off the bus last night. Maybe we were forced to drink under some special circumstances, but given our drinking capacity, unless we were drinking industrial alcohol, we wouldn't have been so confused and let others do whatever they wanted.

According to Tong Xiangnan, we were initially caught in the rain mostly after being hypnotized, when someone poured cold water on our heads and bodies.

Later at the hotel, we only looked at Cao Xinyun's shoe soles. If you look closely, the soles of my and Yan Fengwei's shoes were most likely dry as well.

Because if you pour water from above, it's impossible for it to reach the soles of your shoes.

"Sanqi!"

Tong Xiangnan, dressed in his best clothes, came out of the room and made a phone call gesture to me:
"Contact Yan Fengwei and Cao Xinyun, and we'll meet later to discuss tonight's operation."

"Are you sure this is necessary?" I asked as I flipped through the numbers.

“Absolutely!” Tong Xiangnan said confidently. “Have you figured out why Zhao Qi is looking for these two people? One is someone whose eyes can replace a ruler, more meticulous than the average woman; the other is an expert in antique appraisal. What Zhao Qi needs are these two pairs of ‘discerning eyes’!”

Gao glanced at his clothes with surprise, whispered a few words to him, turned around, greeted me, and left on his own.

As soon as the door closed, Tong Xiangnan suddenly seemed nervous, stepped forward, grabbed my hand, and whispered to me:
"Is the engine of your van in good condition?"

I paused for a moment and said, "It's usually used for transporting cat and dog food... The car is in decent condition, but it can't go over mountains."

"Clap clap clap!"

Tong clapped his hands and strode towards the door, shouting, "Give me the key, I'll open it!"

"Uncle, are you crazy?"

"I guess so!" Tong Xiangnan snatched the keys, opened the door, and turned back to say, "I was only on medical parole, waiting to die outside. Since my days are numbered, why not do some things I've always wanted to do but never dared to?"

It started raining again.

I checked the time on the dashboard—21:07 PM.

I glanced at the odometer, then quietly retreated to the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt.

The van used by the pet clinic wasn't exactly a broken-down vehicle, but it was less than 50% new.

Now, Tong Xiangnan is driving at 110 km/h.

He was very excited.

I was filled with mixed emotions.

All things considered, the time I actually spent with Tong Xiangnan, or rather, after we became relatives, was by no means very long.

But after Grandpa acknowledged Third Grandma as his 'mistress' and Monkey as his grandson, I felt somewhat melancholy when I thought about my own background.

It wasn't until he reunited with Tong Xiangnan and Tong Jiawen that he felt somewhat relieved of his loss.

The guy speeding next to me right now is my family member.

He was living life to the fullest, perhaps because he knew he didn't have long to live, so he was indulging in the last madness of being human.

I must say, the legacy he left me, though not much, was still quite substantial.

But why do I feel so reluctant to see him burned to ashes and have a monument erected in his honor?
"Drive slower."

I can't take it anymore.

National highways are not expressways. This road hasn't been majorly repaired in years. Driving a beat-up van on such a highway is incredibly bumpy...

I suspect I've been drinking again. And I've had too much.

"Hey Hey……"

Tong Xiangnan did not slow down, but suddenly let out a strange laugh, "Nephew, I have found an effective way to cure you. However, it will take a little time."

He didn't give me any time to react, suddenly turning his head to look at me, his expression changing as if he were a completely different person. "I heard you wanted to see Old K? Hehe, now you've seen him!"

(End of this chapter)