False evidence

Chapter 91 Sleepwalking
Seeing Yan Fengwei's expression, I was also taken aback and instinctively turned my head to look behind me.

He suddenly patted my shoulder and laughed, "Ha, did I scare you? I was just kidding!"

I turned around and slapped his hand away: "Are you out of your mind?"

Yan Fengwei clapped his hands. "Don't be so petty. You can't laugh without making a scene. I see now, you weren't lying, you're really capable, but settling disputes isn't your forte. Okay, don't be angry, come on, I'll show you something good!"

As he spoke, he walked to the corner of the wall opposite the stairs, picked up a dirty cardboard box that was half collapsed, and placed it on the small table. "Hehe, I'm not kidding you, any one of the things in this box is worth more than my house!"

"You just piled up such valuable things here?"

"Hey, you're an amateur, aren't you? This is called 'the darkest place under the lamp.' Even if the king of thieves in the neighborhood came, he'd definitely think this is junk."

As he spoke, he took a small item wrapped in newspaper from the cardboard box, peeled off the layers, and handed it to me: "Take a look. Don't underestimate this little thing; it's a Ming Dynasty artifact."

As soon as I reached out, he pulled his hand back. "Heh heh, you really are an amateur. Let me teach you. In the antique business, once something passes through your hands, you can't just take it from the other person. What if it falls and breaks, damaging its condition? Who's responsible then?"

He placed the object on the table and took a step back: "Here's the deal, if you pick it up again and break it, I'd say two million or ten million is yours!"

"It's done. I've learned something new. Thank you!"

As I spoke, my eyes were already drawn to the object. I carefully picked it up and examined it closely.

This is a round jade pendant that, at first glance, looks like a yin-yang symbol. But upon closer inspection, it turns out to be two carp with their heads and tails facing opposite directions.

Strangely, the two fish made from the same piece of jade are two different colors.

One of them appears black under the light, but its eyes are white.

The other one is white, with black eyes.

"Yin-Yang symbol?"

Even if I don't understand 'things' at all, I can tell what this is: two carp of different colors circling together, truly symbolizing the Yin and Yang of Tai Chi.

I asked, "This thing...is it really from the Ming Dynasty? I feel like it's man-made."

"That's obviously man-made!"

I looked up, and Meng Zhen leaned down, pointing at my hand: "Don't listen to his nonsense, he's just trying to fool you. There's not a single real thing in that box! 'Darkness under the lamp'—that's a term invented by thieves. Do you think thieves are that stupid? If I were a thief, I'd be the first thing I'd do when I went down there!"

"Hey... Sister-in-law, are you two just bored and treating me like a Sunday?"

I had just said one sentence when my palm, which was holding the jade pendant, suddenly felt like it had been stung by a wasp.

I didn't dare let go, nor did I have time to let go. When I looked down, I was stunned.

The black fish inside the jade pendant remained unchanged; the white fish, whose eyes were originally black, now emitted a faint green light!

I thought I was seeing things, so I rubbed my eyes hard.

Before I could look at it more closely, I suddenly heard Meng Zhen shout loudly from above.

She was speaking the local dialect, but I still understood her. She shouted, "Yan Fengwei, what are you doing?"

"Squat down!" another voice called in my ear.

Meng Zhen's shout had already put me on alert, and upon hearing this voice, I didn't even have time to think. I immediately crouched down and crawled under the table.

My head had just been covered by the table when I heard a crashing sound from above.

I felt the shards hit my back. I was both shocked and angry. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone behind me and suddenly bent over and thrust backward.

There were only two people in the basement, and Yan Fengwei was the only one who attacked me.

My idea was that if I pushed him with all my might, no matter how big he was, his knees would be pressed against the ground, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto the table. But it didn't have the effect I wanted. When I pushed him, it felt like my back had hit two cement pillars joined together.

The other person didn't move at all. I can't say it hurts, but I was bounced back and fell under the table.

Just as I was about to crawl out, I heard Meng Zhen shout, "Don't come out! He's sleepwalking again! Don't come out, don't wake him!"

Meng Zhen's voice was strange; she was clearly shouting, but she was deliberately lowering her voice.

Hearing the word 'sleepwalking,' I understood why she was like that.

Sleepwalking is a neurological sleep disorder in which a person is asleep but is still able to move.

People who sleepwalk may do things that seem strange to others, but they have no idea what they did after waking up.

The most frustrating thing about this disease is that you absolutely must not wake the patient when it flares up.

Otherwise, the patient will be frightened, and in severe cases, they may even scare themselves to death.

I can't understand why Yan Fengwei would attack me, but I heard clearly that when Meng Zhen said he was sleepwalking, he said, "He's sleepwalking again."

Did Yan Fengwei have sleepwalking disorder before?

The onset of the illness at this time, could it be because I took a nap just now?

The truth is, I quickly realized that Yan Fengwei himself didn't seem to be targeting me.

When I called Mengzhen before, she told me, "Don't go to catch them cheating alone, you can't beat that bastard."

Yan Fengwei is about my height, but much fatter and bigger. To the average person, we're not even in the same league, and I definitely couldn't beat him.

If Yan Fengwei were sober, he would most likely think the same way. If he really wanted me dead, the simplest way would be to bend down, drag me out from under the table, and strangle me to death.

But he didn't do that.

As Meng Zhen called out in a low voice, he had already turned around, walked stiffly to the other side with an odd gait, picked up a vase with one hand, and then turned back.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Wow!"

Two vases shattered one after the other on the table above my head, the shards falling to the ground in front of me. I felt a chill run down my spine.

Judging from the fragments, what he had just picked up was also a vase, made of porcelain.

If I hadn't dodged in time, that blow would have hit the back of my head, and at the very least, it would have left me in a vegetative state!
This guy is trying to kill me!

After smashing two vases, Yan Fengwei turned and walked to the opposite side.

Taking this opportunity, I stuck my head out and shouted upwards, "Give me chopsticks! Three bamboo chopsticks! Light them on the gas and throw them down!"

I didn't see Meng Zhen, but I heard her still sobbing, "I can't leave..."

"Woo...Woo..."

Hearing the low barking, I suddenly realized what was happening. Just as I was about to speak again, Yan Fengwei came back and slammed the two vases onto the table.

I cowered under the table and yelled, "Pillar! Sit down! Sit down!"

As soon as the barking stopped, Meng Zhen asked, "Won't it rush down?"

"No way! Go find some chopsticks, and if they catch fire, throw them down!"

(End of this chapter)