False evidence

Chapter 87 The New Home (Part 2)

Before I could even process what he had said, the bald man asked me:

"What happened this morning? Did you figure something out? Did you deliberately call my wife? That's too weird, it shouldn't be like that. How did you know my wife's new phone number?"

As he spoke, his tone became sinister, and he reached out and placed a hand on the back of my chair.

"Wang Wang!"

The bolt suddenly extended its large end forward.

The bald man was so scared he almost jumped out of the car on the spot. "Holy crap! They even have bodyguards with them?"

I told Shuanzhu to calm down and said to the bald man, "Don't ask me about the phone call anymore. Just know that if it weren't for that call, you'd probably be covered in a white sheet by now."

The bald man nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand! It's a secret. Turn right ahead!"

The bald man introduced himself: "My surname is Yan, Yan Fengwei. Your sister-in-law's name is Meng Zhen. My wife and I run a shop in Dongtaimen."

I've heard of Dongtaimen; it's a well-known antique street in the area, similar to Panjiayuan in Beijing. But despite being called an antique street, there are hardly any genuine antiques there.

I asked, "If you're doing business in Dongtaimen, why did you buy a house here?"

Yan Fengwei chuckled: "I just wanted to improve my living conditions. The houses in the city are like pigeon coops, and they're ridiculously expensive. It's so much cheaper here! In this complex, there are low-rise buildings in the front, and I bought a townhouse in the back. The two buildings together only cost this much!"

He gestured with three fingers at me, but as soon as he reached out, Shuanzhu popped his head out, scaring him so much that he withdrew his hand.

I thought to myself: Why have I been running into so many gossipy people lately? Is this a side effect of learning slang?
However, this does fit Yan Fengwei's identity. If he didn't speak with a mixed accent and talk nonsense, he wouldn't be able to run a business in Dongtaimen.

Yan Fengwei directed me to drive the car directly into the garage. After getting out of the car, he walked to the garage door, put his hands on his arms, and said with a hint of pride:

"I bought both of these adjacent houses. I converted the front into a large gate, and it's even more comfortable to live in than a detached villa!"

While I was filled with envy, I couldn't help but ask, "How many people are in your family?"

“Just the two of us, and Lao Si (the cat), the three of us!” He glanced at Shuanzhu, who had gotten off the bus, and didn’t dare to point or gesture at me anymore.

"There are only two of you... let's say three people, why did you buy such a big house?" I really don't understand the world of rich people.

Yan Fengwei rubbed his bald head and chuckled dryly, saying, "I was just thinking of having children with your sister-in-law. Two boys! When we divide the family property in the future, we can just split it in the middle and have two houses, so the two brothers won't fight."

He suddenly became a little furtive and whispered, "Hey, brother, after we've looked at this house, I'll need your help."

My head was spinning: "What else is there?"

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, shook out one for me, but didn't smoke it himself. After lighting it for me, he said:
“We’re like family, so I’m not afraid to tell you. Your sister-in-law and I have been wanting a child for a long time, but we just can’t get her to conceive. We’ve both gone for checkups, and there’s nothing wrong with us. We’ve tried all seventy-two positions, and I’ve even invented a few myself. We’ve taken a lot of supplements, but your sister-in-law’s belly just won’t budge! You’d better take a look for us and see what the problem is…”

"keep it up!"

I nodded vigorously at him, intending to quickly change the subject, but I unintentionally came face to face with him and was startled. My hand trembled, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

“I said, it’s not like you just peed, why are you still shaking?” Yan Fengwei laughed and took out his cigarette case again.

I brushed his hand away, stared at his face for a while, then looked out of the garage and said:

"I'm not smoking anymore. Now go outside and let me see."

"Go out?" Yan Fengwei looked at the torrential rain outside in astonishment.

I also felt it was inappropriate, so I turned around and looked around, saying, "Find an umbrella and let me go outside."

"No need, don't bother!"

Yan Fengwei waved his hand, stepped out of the garage, turned around, stood in the rain, and stretched his bald head forward: "Take a look, take a good look." "After you've looked, come in quickly."

"Is that all?" Yan Fengwei walked back, giving me a suspicious sidelong glance. "Hey bro, you're not kidding me, are you?"

"I have nothing to do with money, and I won't get any benefit from making fun of you."

I spoke calmly, but my heart was in turmoil.

The reason I said something was wrong with him before was purely based on comparing him to the physiognomy book, which showed that he looked like a jinx.

That only applies to a person's facial features and the movement of their facial features at that time.

To most people, he is nothing special except for his fierce appearance.

However, when I entered the garage and faced him again, I was surprised to see that his originally shiny bald head was surrounded by a thick cloud of black mist.

When he was facing me, his face turned ashen, like a dead man!
I deliberately made him go outside and leave the house. Although he looked disheveled from being drenched by the heavy rain, his complexion was normal, and the dark aura above his head had disappeared.

But as soon as he returned to the garage, he turned into a dead man again!
Perhaps noticing my change in expression, Yan Fengwei, besides being suspicious, also seemed a little nervous: "Brother, what's going on? Can you give me the inside scoop? Don't worry, money's no problem..."

I waved my hand forcefully: "It's not about the money."

All forms of physiognomy, including face reading, only judge a person's fortune through their facial features. The phrase "dark clouds covering the head" is just a common term used by physiognomists to gain people's trust. It does not mean that you can actually see a dark cloud covering a person's head.

I studied physiognomy and the art of physiognomy. Of course, I can speak, but how could I possibly see 'dark clouds covering the sky'?

While I was wondering, something came to mind.

I bent down and reached out to stroke the dog's head, and some loose dog hair immediately got between my fingers.

I gathered the dog hair together and held it in front of Yan Fengwei: "Use your nose to sniff it out."

Yan Fengwei stared at me blankly for a while, then his expression turned somewhat unpleasant: "Are you really treating me like a cricket toy?"

I said, "I'm just a pet shop veterinarian, I have no grudge against you, why would I want to make trouble for you?"

Yan Fengwei stared at me, nodded reluctantly, and said, "Okay, I believe you."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, put his nose close to my palm, and took a deep sniff.

I quickly took a step back.

The next second, I watched as he sneezed repeatedly as he looked outside.

"one two Three……"

Every time he sneezed, I counted.

He finally managed to stop, rubbing his nose as he turned around, "I said... Achoo!"

"Eight!"

I broke out in a cold sweat.

There are some things I definitely don't believe, but when faced with a situation, even things I didn't believe before might become unbelievable.

Grandpa Bai was a local gossip. As I grew up, I loved listening to him tell strange and wonderful stories.

I remember him saying: "The wolf is the leader of the five evil immortals, besides the seventy-two wild immortals. Because it is full of spirituality, even its fur can be used to judge certain things..."

(End of this chapter)