Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng quickly returned to his villa. Just as he and Li Shuangyue approached the villa, he heard Dege's puzzled voice in the hall:

"Old Wu, what's the matter with you, you go to the bathroom as soon as you enter my house? It's not enough to go to one, but to go to all of them again? Is there any problem?"

"Uncle, Mr. Wu may be thinking of our safety. Mr. Zheng said that the toilet sewer is one of the most common places in the family where weird things happen..." This was Zhao Han's voice.

"Che, with my son here, how can I trouble him? And since I've known him, he doesn't like to meddle in his own business. There must be a big problem with this style today. Help me think about it, Xiaohan, I've been thinking a little bit lately. mix."

"Mr. Wu is just kind. Besides, what is the use of figuring out other people's goals for us?"

"Of course it works. If I can figure it out, I can threaten him and ask him to secretly give me those good wines that he no longer drinks."

"But I really can't think of it."

"You can't tell him even if you think about it." Wen Rensheng pushed open the door and went in, interrupting the conversation between the two.

He is the only one who understands what Old Wu's purpose is - nothing more than to see if he and Wu Shanshan are living together.

How is that possible?

He is an honest man, and the reason why Lao Wu specially sent the two back is to prove to the other party that he has never taken the initiative to have bad thoughts towards other people's daughters.

After coming in, he was a little surprised, because De Ge was holding a copy of "Forty Thousand Poems of the Tang Dynasty" and pretending to read, but he didn't drink beer like he usually does when he was not there.

Zhao Han was looking at the book from the side, it was the book "God, Strange and Curious" that he had read in his study.

I didn't expect that Zhao Han would still be able to keep watch on Brother De. Could it be that this is brine and tofu, one thing falls into another?

Or the other side's narration seed, what hints did she give her.

At this time, Old Wu had already walked down from the second floor, his face was a little complicated.

"It's alright, you really didn't lie," Old Wu came over and patted Wen Rensheng on the shoulder and whispered, "But where is she now?"

"Oh, before coming back, Shan Shan went to the specialty store to buy all kinds of high-end ingredients. He wants to celebrate the early passing of the judges selection today." Wen Rensheng replied generously.

Hearing this, Old Wu's face suddenly changed slightly, and then he extended his thumb and said: "Well, as expected of my Wu Sanche's new year-old brother. If you take the exam in the first year, you can be selected in advance. It seems that I have to stay. Let's celebrate with you."

"That's great, I have another good meal tonight." Zhao Han cheered.

"Okay, what's good? High-grade ingredients are difficult to handle..." Wen Rende dropped the book and leaned on the sofa.

"Uncle, I'll rub your shoulders in advance." Zhao Han came to Wen Rende's sofa with a flattering expression, and reached out to press his shoulders.

"It's good, it's comfortable. If A Sheng is half filial to you, I'll be completely satisfied," Wen Rende said comfortably, "No wonder people say that my daughter is my father's sweet little padded jacket. I'm only 37 years old, and I should still have time to raise it. A girl's."

"Brother De, I didn't drink today, do you think you can float?" Wen Rensheng sat on the sofa and took out his mobile phone.

Old Wu also sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch.

Li Shuangyue was silent and went to the bathroom without a sense of existence.

Wen Rende turned a deaf ear to Wen Rensheng's words, and when he saw Old Wu's manner, he rolled his eyes and said directly, "Hey, Old Wu, do you really want to stay for dinner? There is no reason to be a guest empty-handed, we are all traditional. Shenzhou people, the etiquette left by the ancestors should not be forgotten, it happens that your home is not far from here, hurry up and bring your two bottles of Gujing tribute..."

"I don't have any wine, and I just want to eat the dinner you made with my bare hands." Old Wu said as he watched the news with his eyes fixed.

Wen Rende immediately said in pain: "It's really getting worse, people are not old, who gave you this for granted? I finally understand why the Internet can make up 'If you have friends from afar, you will be punished even if you are far away', that's all There is a basis for life..."

Wen Rensheng ignored the nonsense between the two, he was reading the news on the "Secret Key".

This has the contacts he has accumulated over the past three years, from the inspection department to personal relationships, everything, with high confidentiality, is a general APP in the mysterious field.

Because it is developed and maintained by the palace, some people deliberately avoid it. The frequency of use of this APP is actually a hidden evaluation method.

Using this APP not only does not cost money, but insists on signing in every day, and there are subsidies available every month.

So the aliens who use it every day are not necessarily good people; but there must be something wrong with those who don't use it every day.

He sent what he had just seen at Xu's house to inspector Liu through this app.

"Thank you for the information provided by Manager Wenren. Recently, we have a lot of things on our side. Xu Qingshu's matter is being followed up, but it is inconvenient to do it for a while. We suspect that there is something deeper behind them." The other side replied in seconds.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Rensheng typed.

He didn't have any surprises about this. The principle of the Inspector's Department is - in the face of mystery, if it's unnecessary, don't be impatient.

These twelve characters seem ordinary, but they were accumulated from countless mysterious natural disasters full of blood and tears in history.

As long as there is no sign of the mysterious incident affecting the public, and it can be limited to a small area, the Inspectorate will not act rashly.

They will only continue to follow and dig deep, try to find out the root cause as much as possible, and only when they have enough confidence will they go down the net in one fell swoop.

At this time, Wen Rende, who was rubbing his shoulders, said to Zhao Han behind him, "Xiaohan, aren't you going to be assessed next week? Although there is no pressure to fail this time, but with better grades, you can get a lot of benefits and benefits. Allowance, you should go to Wenshu, you don't have to help with meals this week."

"I'm stupid, and it won't help much if I spend more time studying." Zhao Han said indifferently.

"Uh," Wen Rende glanced at her, then suddenly turned to Wen Rensheng and said, "Xiaosheng, I remember telling you a story when I was a child."

Wen Ren kept his eyes fixed, just looked down at the phone.

Wen Rende said to himself: "Once upon a time, there was an old rich man who had two sons. Before he died, he didn't know which one to pass his property to. So he asked his servants to bring two rotten axes and hand them over to the master. Son and younger son, let them go up the mountain tomorrow to chop firewood, and decide who will inherit the family property based on the amount of firewood at sunset."

"It must be..." Zhao Han just wanted to answer, but was patted by Wen Rende...

She was stunned, and then heard Rende continue: "Then the eldest son set out with the axe in the early morning, while the younger son ate and slept well, and got up early to start sharpening the axe. At the end of the sunset, The eldest son came back with only a few weeds and rotten wood, while the younger son came back with a lot of bundled and good firewood. Ah Sheng, do you know how this old rich man distributed his property?"

Zhao Han finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said triumphantly, "It must be for the youngest son, because the youngest son knows that sharpening knives is not wrong for chopping wood."

Hearing this, Wen Rende suddenly looked at her strangely, wondering what she was thinking.

"Of course it's for the eldest son," Wen Rensheng didn't raise his head. "In your story, the old rich man only said that it was determined by how much he fell, but he could inherit the family property if he didn't say too much. Listen to the last words of the old rich man, the younger son is smart and can think of a better way. Then let the younger son go out to develop, and keep the eldest son to keep the family business. "

"Heroes see the same thing... No, if there is a father, there must be a son," Wen Rende said with great satisfaction, and then asked, "Then do you know why I told you this story?"

When Wen Rensheng heard this, he frowned slightly and looked at Brother De seriously. After watching for a long time, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

Wen Rende was horrified by him, trembling... He couldn't help but leaned in the direction where Old Wu was sitting, in exchange for the disgust on the other side's face.

"Brother De, if I hadn't confirmed that you really lost the alien species, I'd still take you as an ancient hermit master."

Speaking of which, he began to use his mobile phone to look through the document Wu Shanshan sent him earlier.

So this is Xu Qingshu's real motivation?

The incident of "Death of an Expert" really hides a terrifying truth behind it, which makes people shudder.

But it's just speculation, and there's no evidence.