The Fatty still didn't understand what was going on. Weren't they supposed to find that person? Why didn't they make the call anymore? Had he just been daydreaming? How come he knew nothing?
It wasn't the Fatty's fault. I came up with this decision on a whim, so naturally he had no idea what I'd thought of in that short moment.
"Brother Mu, what's going on? Why don't we make the call?" The Fatty couldn't hold back his curiosity and turned to Chen Mu. Maybe he could find out what had happened this way.
Noticing the Fatty's confusion, I looked out the door and pondered, "Uncle said we'd meet during the ancestor - worship. Have you ever seen him being so serious about something he didn't care about? If he wasn't interested, he wouldn't have replied to my message."
The Fatty was enlightened after hearing my reasonable explanation. How could he have overlooked this? This Uncle was quite hot - tempered and never bothered with things he didn't like.
There was hope for this matter.
"I'm not kidding, Brother Mu. I feel like your family's residence is so eerie," the Fatty said. He and I had been in the residence for a while. He always felt like something was flitting around him.
I looked at the Fatty, completely puzzled. "What something? I think it's fine. A clear conscience fears no ghosts." Our family were tomb - raiders. To put it bluntly, it was normal for the place to be filled with yin energy.
In other people's eyes, the Chen family's residence was a haunted house, extremely evil. It always felt like something might suddenly jump out and devour you at any moment.
It wasn't just the Fatty's imagination. They hadn't noticed a pair of eyes in the darkness. If it were you, you might not be better off than the Fatty.
I couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for the Fatty and tried to comfort this scared Fatty in my own home.
"I'll go and tidy up a room for you to stay in," I said. I didn't want to see this dead Fatty in the yard later.
"Don't do that, Brother Mu. I can share a room with you," the Fatty was afraid that he might die young here by accident, so he kept winking at me.
I looked at the Fatty's twitching eyes due to his fear and said, "Did you get sand in your eyes?" The Fatty put his hand on his forehead and said helplessly, "Brother Mu, you're not familiar with these wandering ghosts in your home. I'm scared."
This Chen Mu still didn't understand the situation after all this time. Ugh, what was I thinking? Brother Mu never understood our thoughts. Forget it, I won't argue with him. The Fatty thought to himself.
"Fatty, with all that meat on you, even ghosts might be afraid of you," I said. Not wanting to deal with this dead Fatty anymore, I walked towards my room. The Chen family's residence had a strong classical flavor. There was a faint smell of wood in the room. There were mahogany furniture and ceramic pots. People who didn't know might think their family was an antique shop.
My room was on the east side of the front hall. It was a main room with a good layout. A wooden screen separated the bed from the desk. The wooden windows faced the sun, so the lighting was great.
The old - fashioned bookshelf was filled with books related to history, as well as many ancient classics and records left by his ancestors about tomb - raiding, all related to some tombs.
"Let's look around and see if there are any records about this ceramic bottle," I said as I rummaged through the bookshelf. I always had a hunch that my ancestors must have encountered a similar situation, otherwise Uncle wouldn't have been so eager.
If my guess was right, this bottle must have a great connection with the Chen family.
"Found it!" I quickly took out a book. Holding a thick classic in my hand, the Fatty couldn't help sighing that it was a good thing he didn't go to college. Otherwise, he'd have to read books, and he just wasn't the studying type.
This classic was not only thick but also large. It was more like I was holding it in my arms than just holding it.
"Brother Mu, it'll take ages to find something in such a thick and large book," the Fatty was a bit worried. What if it took ten days or half a month? What would be the point then?
I really didn't want to deal with him. I started to rummage on my own. If there was no record even in this book, then this matter would be very suspicious. The Fatty had a broken bottle, and I had one too. Who on earth was trying to set me and the Fatty up?
"I'll help you look, Brother Mu. You look on the left and I'll look on the right," so the Fatty and I separated to look, hoping to speed up the process. Maybe we could quickly find the record about the bottle.
Night fell, and the Chen Mansion was enveloped in darkness. Not far away, a person was watching all this under the twilight. Everything in the Chen Mansion was in their sight. That person gradually curled up the corners of their mouth. The good show was about to start.
The two people in the room were completely unaware that everything here was being monitored.
The Fatty rubbed his eyes and said, "Brother Mu, my eyes are so sore. Why haven't I seen anything?" The Fatty had never read a book for so long in his life. It would be hard for anyone to believe if he told them.
"I said, Fatty, read more books to enrich yourself," I said.
"I'm already so fat. Is there still room for enrichment?" the Fatty said, patting his stomach.
I couldn't persuade him. "Go and rest, Master Fatty. I can do it myself." This Fatty was really annoying. I had to get rid of him quickly. He was always in the way.
The Fatty was relieved and walked towards the bed behind the screen. "Thump!" A mass of flesh flopped onto the bed. The Fatty lay on it comfortably. After lying enough, he turned over and continued to lie there.
With the Fatty gone, I could concentrate on looking at the classic. I'd flipped through more than half of it, but found nothing. I couldn't even find anything similar. It was really strange.
Wait, this page. Something seemed off!
"Fatty, come here quickly!" Finding something strange about the book, I quickly called the Fatty who was lying on the bed.
The Fatty got up reluctantly and walked in the direction of the sound.
"Look at this page. Do you notice anything different?" I turned to ask the Fatty to confirm that I wasn't seeing things.
The Fatty looked at the page I was pointing at. He looked and looked but didn't find anything different. The paper was intact, the handwriting was clear, and the pictures were distinct. There was nothing wrong with it.
"Brother Mu, what did you find? The book is fine," the Fatty was confused. What was wrong with this perfectly intact book?
"Exactly because it's perfectly intact that there's a problem!" I explained to the Fatty to clear up his confusion. "Look at the handwriting and the ink. It looks like it was written not long ago."
I pinched the piece of paper with my fingers. With a slight force, it fell off. The paper that had been forcefully inserted covered the traces of the torn - off page.
The Fatty opened his mouth in disbelief. A piece of paper that had just been put in almost managed to deceive them.
"Who on earth is trying to mislead us?" the Fatty was very confused. It was just a bunch of jade bottles, and they were broken. Why would someone mess with the classic?
I was just as confused. I'd always been law - abiding. After doing business for so long, I'd never had any conflicts or offended anyone. Why would someone interfere?
If it wasn't me, then who was this person behind the scenes targeting? Chen Mu sized up the Fatty. Although the Fatty's family was a bit wealthy, it wasn't worth being targeted. This was really a big problem.