With a hint of pleading in my eyes, I sighed and patted the Fatty.
"Forget it, forget it. If he doesn't want to talk, what's the use of forcing him?"
The Fatty couldn't stand seeing me like this. First, he rolled his eyes, then immediately glared and pushed Liu Er away.
"How boring."
He sat down on the ground huffily, saying nothing but just playing with the thing in his hand. A flash of uneasiness crossed his eyes.
I thought of what had happened before and had no idea what to do. I felt an extra headache.
The confidant of Uncle Second was also headache - ridden. It was obvious that there was something fishy going on.
"Since he said not to let us interfere, then forget it. I originally wanted to send the notes of his grandfather."
This thing might be a unique treasure to others, but for me, someone who never wanted to be involved in the past grudges, it was almost dispensable.
I took out my phone directly and called Uncle Second in front of the guy. There was also a bit of anger in doing this.
You don't want to talk? Then I'll call your real boss. Will you still not talk?
Seeing that I was really angry, the Fatty giggled non - stop beside me, looking gloating.
I gave him a disdainful look, but my hand paused slightly when making the call.
Uncle Second's phone was off.
Uncle Second was a big shot in our family in charge of the antique shop in this generation. How could his phone be off?
Normally, even if he was not available, his most capable assistant would handle his communications. This situation basically didn't exist today.
Seeing my strange expression, the Fatty asked, "What's wrong? Why do you look like you've eaten shit?"
I showed him my phone. The Fatty took it, frowned and said, "If that's the case, it'll be hard to handle."
He rubbed his arm. "If this matter was really done by your Third Uncle, he wouldn't not contact you, right? After all, you can't hide forever."
"It's not our style to run away at the first sign of trouble."
I fully agreed with what the Fatty said. Indeed, just as he said, at this moment, talking about these things was useless. We'd better find that old guy first.
I turned off my phone and saw the hesitant look on the guy beside me. I raised my eyebrows at Liu Er and said, "What are you looking at me for? Go get my car keys. We'll go to Uncle Second's shop together."
That old guy is so high - profile. Since I can't invite him over by phone, we'll just go there and find him.
Before we knew it, even though Liu Er was reluctant, we quickly arrived at the place we should come to.
Knock, knock, knock. The door was knocked. The guy inside rushed out in a hurry. When he saw me, there was an obvious look of guilt and panic on his face.
"Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you that Second Master is not here, not here?"
Dude, could you be more fake? You don't look like nothing has happened at all.
And what do you mean by "again"?
"I just came here today, okay."
The Fatty was very sensitive and noticed something was wrong. He said while his eyes were suspiciously floating towards me.
I frowned and tentatively said, "Yeah."
I didn't notice just now. What do you mean by "again"?
I've only been here once today. Could it be that someone who looked exactly like me came here just now?
My expression was extremely serious as I stared at the guy beside me. The Fatty gave me a look and then asked very tactfully,
"Hey, bro, what do you mean? From what you said, it seems that our young master has been here before."
Although the guy had never seen me, he knew of my existence. Hearing what the Fatty said, he immediately frowned and looked around me. As if he had discovered something, his face suddenly turned pale.
"How could this be?"
Looking at the guy's expression, the ominous premonition in my heart became even more obvious.
"Do you mean that someone came here before and Uncle Second left with him?"
I repeated what he said and stared into his eyes. The guy sat on the sofa and reached out to hand me a cup of tea.
He was a young man. It seemed that he was one of Uncle Second's former capable assistants. I frowned and looked around. I found that Uncle Second's shop was in a bit of a mess. Several young men were walking around everywhere, looking anxious as if they were waiting for something.
I frowned and looked around. Suddenly, my eyes fell on the bookshelf inside. What on earth had happened?
I saw that the walking stick that Uncle Second always carried was missing from the bookshelf. Whenever Uncle Second had something important to do, he would carry that stick. It was a relic left by our grandfather and also a kind of personal item for Uncle Second in a sense.
Maybe the meaning in my words was too obvious. The young guy wiped the sweat off his head and then carefully said, "I don't know what's going on. Anyway, young master, you'd better not interfere in these things."
The way he acted made the ominous premonition in my heart even stronger. I asked to check the surveillance. At first, the guy didn't allow it, but in the end, seeing that I was really angry, he handed over the surveillance.
About an hour ago in the surveillance, a figure that looked exactly like me appeared on the screen. When that figure appeared, my breathing stopped for a moment, and the Fatty's face beside me didn't look good either.
"What's going on? I don't believe in such strange things."
The Fatty looked around with a grim face. Suddenly, I paused the video and zoomed in on the picture.
Sure enough, Uncle Second left with that person. Seeing the scene of another me taking Uncle Second away, my doubts became even stranger.
Before, I had suspected that there was something wrong with Uncle Second, but I didn't have much evidence. Now seeing this scene, I was even more certain that something was wrong.
I wiped the sweat off my head and forced a smile. "Let's go first."
"You can't go. Is that person really you?"
The guy probably came to his senses from the initial shock. He grabbed my arm and looked at me with a somewhat pleading look in his eyes.
I sighed, patted the guy on the shoulder, and shook my head helplessly. "How could it be me? I'll go find Uncle Second."
"What are you doing?"
Seeing me take out my phone and dial 110, the guy immediately blocked me without saying a word.
"No, you can't call the police."
I didn't even need to think about whether Uncle Second's shop business was clean or not. Our family's antique business in recent years could basically be found on the surface. So there was no need for him to be so nervous.
The reason this guy was so nervous was probably that he knew something I shouldn't know.