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The woman seemed to have just cried, but the expression on her face was very calm.

An Xia's first impression when she saw her was that she looked much better than on TV.

The brown pupils are as transparent as glass, fragile and beautiful, and most importantly, well-maintained, not at all like a woman who is over forty years old.

Even the figure is maintained very well.

She was wearing a tight-fitting black knit dress and a black woolen coat. She must have specially put on makeup, her lips were a little pink, but her face was still too pale.

This is a very beautiful woman.

An Xia didn't expect Professor Lin's ex-wife to be so perfect.

"You are An Xia." She showed a smile, but it was not warm, like a deliberate curvature.

"You know me?" An Xia pointed at herself, she didn't seem to be so famous.

"Three days ago, his last call was to me, and he mentioned your name." She looked back, since she was with Yu Chen, it was undoubtedly An Xia.

An Xia's pupils shrank when he heard the last call.

What is she coming for?
"Master." Yu Chen nodded, respectfully addressing her as teacher.

The woman twitched the corners of her lips: "I am no longer a teacher's wife, but you, have you obtained the permission of those people to enter and leave here without permission? Aren't you afraid that you will become a suspect? After all, in the eyes of those policemen, everything is possible .”

When she said the last sentence, her tone was quite sarcastic.

An Xia probably understood from her words that she was indeed questioned by the police.

And listening to her tone, she was consciously or unconsciously disregarding the relationship with the murder case.

"The teacher used to pay attention to face before he was alive, so I came here to see if anything was messed up."

Yu Chen's attitude was indifferent, as if he didn't have too much emotion towards women, but just maintained a superficial respect.

"You don't want to know what I said to him during the last phone call?" Yu Chen remained calm about her words, and unexpectedly didn't ask as soon as he came up, which was beyond her expectations.

"You just bought a pair of bracelets at the auction house last month, and it was nothing more than a money problem." Yu Chen said.

The woman's face was not very good-looking. Being exposed in person like this, she even looked at An Xia with a bad face.

An Xia probably understood why Yu Chen's attitude was really indifferent from the very beginning.

"However, I'm curious. Why did you come here? The teacher had no savings during his lifetime, and his only property and a house have been awarded to you, and as a teacher, all his things have been confiscated. What are you here to find?"

Yu Chen looked at the woman, his eyes were as calm as ever, but he could see a faint sense of persecution.

The woman managed to remain calm under such gazes.

"What do you mean by that? I just want to pay homage to his kindness to me during his lifetime."

"At such a sensitive and special time?"

The woman was angered by his pressing attitude: "Are you doubting me now?"

Yu Chen stared at her for a few seconds, then casually looked away: "Of course not, we have something to do, so let's go first."

Yu Chen held An Xia's hand and was about to leave, the woman frowned, and stopped him when passing by: "I'm just here today to try my luck, this thing was left to me by Lao Lin before, I don’t know if it’s useful or not, he asked me to give it to you.”

The woman took a piece of paper out of her bag.

Yu Chen opened it, and there was a string of symbols on it, which seemed unreadable no matter what language was used.

An Xia took a look: "What is this? It doesn't look like the language of any country, and Morse code doesn't look like this." It's more like symbols written down by hand.

Yu Chen's fingers tightened, and he looked up at the woman: "When did the teacher give this to you?"

There was a faint sense of urgency in his eyes, and the brown pupils flickered to catch the slyness of the woman. She was forced by the momentum in front of her, and she couldn't help but took a step back, clutching the leather bag in her hand.

"Just three days ago, I called him to ask him for money, and he gave it to me, saying that he would hand it over to you after you returned to China!" Fearing that Yuchen would not believe her, she hurriedly said, "I didn't Lie, that's what he wrote, although I don't know what he wrote."

As Yu Chen said, she was very dependent on Professor Lin financially, so she would call him whenever she ran out of money.

It didn't feel right at the time, and looking back now, it really didn't feel right.

He was exceptionally silent that day.

Usually it's not that he is silent, but he can answer a few words at least. That day he didn't say a word abnormally, and when he asked her to meet that day, he also looked frowning, as if he was trapped by something.

She was also given more money than before.

When he asked her to hand over this piece of paper to Yu Chen, she was still a little puzzled, she and Yu Chen hadn't seen each other for 800 years, and she and I knew that neither Yu Chen nor Yan Yu looked down on her, so how could they have a chance Meet.

She wanted to ask a few more questions, but he already went back with the excuse that he was too tired from research.

"Looking back now, it's like he knew what was going to happen," she murmured.

Yu Chen held the paper in his hand, almost tore it to pieces with such force.

A hand covered the back of his hand, and it fell gently, relieving the pain in his heart.

An Xia took his hand and intersected his fingers instead.

Yu Chen suddenly calmed down a lot.

"Master, thank you, these things are very useful to me."

The woman smiled: "Just take it as the last thing I can do for him."

In the car.

Yu Chen turned the steering wheel, the place they were going now was Mr. Jiang's house.

"Aren't we going to find someone?" An Xia asked in surprise when she saw Yu Chen driving to a completely different place.

"I have one thing to confirm now." He tightened his hand on the steering wheel.

An Xia keenly guessed: "Is it related to those symbols?"

Yu Chen pursed his lips and nodded.

"I've seen it somewhere before." This past time was to confirm his conjecture.

Drive to the outside of Mr. Jiang's house.

Yu Chen and An Xia entered the mansion directly because they had Mr. Jiang's permission.

The butler saw Yu Chen's eyes brighten up: "Mr. Yu, is there any progress in finding something?"

Yu Chen: "Still searching, I didn't come here today for this matter, is Mr. Jiang here?"

"Yes, it's in the backyard. You'll be here for a while. I'll make an announcement first."

Yu Chen nodded.

Before the butler left, he ordered a pot of freshly brewed tea and a plate of pastries.

After tasting it for the first time, An Xia couldn't help eating an extra piece, but the housekeeper noticed it and brought it up this time.

Yu Chen drank tea.

An Xia had nothing to do, after eating two pieces, she felt that the pastry in her mouth tasted sweet and bitter.

Seeing her frowning expression, Yu Chen poured her a cup of tea.

"Have some tea."

An Xia held it to her mouth, blew on it, and took a sip cautiously. The slightly bitter taste washed away the sweetness in an instant, and the tea was very fragrant, so it didn't taste harsh, so she took a few more sips immediately .

"tasty?"

An Xia nodded: "It feels better than the tea I've ever had before."

Just as Yu Chen was about to speak, the housekeeper came.

"Mr. Yu, Master asked you to go to the backyard."

Having been here a few times, Yu Chen took An Xia to the backyard without the housekeeper leading the way.

When they arrived, the old man was sleeping on the couch, leisurely reading a book.

Seeing them coming, several young people stood up and greeted Yu Chen.

"Boss Yu."

It seems that men around the age of 25 are the most conspicuous, wearing a dark blue suit, dressed quite formally, with facial features like putting down the meaty faces that girls like, speaking with a little gentleness, but there is no excess on the face expression.

The other two were also wearing suits, one of them had a bad complexion, his eyes were black and his lips were white, and he coughed twice from time to time, making one wonder if he was about to collapse in the next second.

The other one is exceptionally cheerful, with blond and cool hair that is particularly eye-catching, and has exquisite facial features. When An Xia's gaze swept over him, he grinned, and his single eyelid almost narrowed into a slit.

"Grandpa, if it's okay, we'll go first."

Mr. Jiang turned a page of the book, but didn't give these people a straight look.

Several people seemed to have gotten used to Mr. Jiang's attitude, bowed and left one after another.

After they left, Mr. Jiang closed the book.

"looking for me?"

Yu Chen looked normal: "Mr. Jiang, I want to know if the silk book is still with you?"

"It's still in the laboratory after I didn't research it last time." Mr. Jiang raised his eyebrows, "Why, did you find a new clue?"

"Do you know about my teacher?"

"I know." In the past few days, there has been a lot of noise, news, newspapers, and the Internet, and the heat is constant, not to mention that he is the first person to know about it.

"Could this matter be related to Mr. Lin's death?" Mr. Jiang pondered for a while, then looked at Yu Chen. Based on his understanding of Yu Chen, he knew that he would not mention this matter for no reason. There must be some connection. Only then will there be such a possibility.

"I'm here to determine whether there is any connection between the two."

Mr. Jiang sat up slowly, his eyes serious.

"Just put it here, no one has come in without my permission."

Elder Jiang pointed to the porcelain in front of him and said.

An Xia looked around, and found that the laboratories were all similar, except for the things on the shelves.

Looking at these expensive antiques, An Xia swallowed her saliva.

She dared to say that even when she was working in the museum, the collection was not as rich as here.

And each lot is less than ten million.

This is equivalent to another higher-level museum, and there are even many antiques that even the country wanted to collect but failed to get.

She is no longer the shallow girl who bought these things in the past. She can tell a thing or two about the value of these things at a glance.