The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

Gu Xiuji, who had some expectations for Shi Ling just now, couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead.

Yu Chen, who was still a little worried just now, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and was helpless and funny at Shi Ling's reaction.

Shi Ling said with great certainty: "These pictures of yours must be from P!"

Shi Zhenxiang was dumbfounded and couldn't keep up with Shi Ling's thinking. "Little Master, white powder is legal in many places in our Bai country. Some places have stricter regulations, but they rarely impose the death penalty. Some The death penalty has even been abolished in some places.”

Shi Ling frowned, but thinking that it was legal to hold a gun here, it was not difficult to understand.

"This was originally a huge income. But you said you hated white powder and didn't bother to make profits from these things, so you asked us to destroy it."

Speaking of this, Shi Zhenxiang scratched his head and said with a smile: "At that time, we originally planned to burn it on fire. But you said, it's not gunpowder smoke, it's smoking. Then let us learn from Humen to burn out smoke. Soak it in sea water and add quicklime."

Shi Ling's lips twitched slightly, and he suddenly asked Shi Zhenxiang curiously, "How did you become the patriarch of the Wells family with your brain?"

Shi Zhenxiang: "Of course I rely on your support and the Pope's support!"

Shi Ling: "Pope?"

Shi Zhenxiang subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Gu Xiuji behind Shi Ling. Seeing him shaking his head slightly, he laughed dryly and said, "He is our friend. It's a pity that you have forgotten it."

Yu Chen noticed the interaction between Shi Zhenxiang and Gu Xiuji, glanced at Gu Xiuji lightly, and said to Shi Zhenxiang: "Show Shi Ling your Pope's photo, maybe she will look familiar?"

Shi Ling also nodded: "That's right. Look, who is called such a middle-class person?"

Gu Xiuji: "..."

Shi Zhenxiang laughed dryly: "Hahaha, I don't have a photo of the Pope. He doesn't like taking pictures."

"Oh. Old man, you still have to take some photos, otherwise you won't be able to find a suitable one when you want to use the photos." Shi Ling suggested in a sincere tone.

Yu Chen couldn't help laughing.

Shi Zhenxiang silently raised his head and glanced at the Pope.

Gu Xiuji was not angry, and looked at Shi Ling with helpless tenderness.

He asked: "Shi Ling, I know some hypnosis techniques that can evoke people's lost memories. Are you willing to try it?"

Shi Ling shook his head: "Thank you, Brother Ji, I do have some mental problems, but I have made an appointment with a psychiatrist a long time ago. She should be free to come to Yuncheng in a while. I won't bother you with this matter. .”

Gu Xiuji's eyes dimmed. Although Shi Ling didn't say who it was, he knew that this person must be Gu Yang.

What he did to Shi Ling was perfect in front of everyone. Only Gu Yang had the ability to see it at a glance.

"Okay, then I wish you a speedy recovery, but we are friends and neighbors. If you need me in the future, just call me." After being rejected by Shi Ling, he did not ask about the matter in detail, as if he had a sense of boundaries. It’s just right and not off-putting.

Shi Ling also nodded kindly.

But Gu Xiuji could feel that she was obviously more alienated from him than she was from Yu Shen, and she couldn't help feeling depressed.

"Little Master..."

Shi Ling raised his hand: "Stop, my name is Shi Ling, don't call me like an old monster, okay? Don't use photos of p to deceive me. I often read official popular science and have a strong sense of anti-fraud." Shi Zhenxiang : "..."

Shi Zhenxiang was extremely sad and glanced at Gu Xiuji.

Gu Xiuji stepped aside to make way for the butlers and bodyguards who were waiting nearby, and reminded him warmly: "Before Patriarch Wells came, didn't he say that he wanted to clarify the misunderstanding with Shi Ling and apologize?"

"That's right, Junior Master...Miss Shi Ling." Shi Zhenxiang felt that calling the Junior Master by his first name was a bit treacherous, so she couldn't say it out loud, so she simply called the housekeeper over, "Bring the things here quickly."

Shi Ling glanced at the boxes and said, "I don't want your things."

Trying to buy her off with gifts? She will not collude with them!

"These are all Chinese antiques that we snatched from pirates before. I heard that those pirates also snatched them from tomb robbers. Those tomb robbers originally wanted to smuggle the items overseas for sale, but they didn't expect to encounter black eaters. Black. What do we call this? The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole follows behind!" Shi Zhenxiang deliberately used his poor Mandarin with a Northeastern accent for the last sentence.

Shi Ling's mouth twitched slightly, but after seeing the Chinese antiques in the box, his attitude changed instantly.

How can this be called bribery? It is originally something from China, this is called returning the perfect jade to Zhao!

"Clan Chief Wells, thank you so much. Although that idiot in your family did cause us some trouble, your apology was very sincere. I will accept the items. If there are other Chinese antiques, I was disrespectful." Shi Ling looked at Shi Zhenxiang with such passionate eyes that Shi Zhenxiang almost thought he was thinking of him.

Shi Zhenxiang got emotional and immediately said: "Don't worry, little master, we will definitely work harder to exploit the evil, and swallow the benefits without leaving any trace, and we will provide it to you!"

Shi Ling asked for a pen and paper from the front desk of the hotel, wrote down the address, and said to Shi Zhenxiang: "Thank you, Chief Wells. From now on, just send things to this address. You are such a good person! On behalf of the people of the whole country, I thank you!"

Shi Ling said and bowed solemnly.

Shi Zhenxiang stepped back in fright, and suddenly felt a sense of mission and responsibility being given an important task: "Little Master, don't worry, I will definitely do it!"

Unexpectedly, even though the young master lost his memory, he still had a natural trust in him!

Gu Xiuji glanced at the address written by Shi Ling to Shi Zhenxiang, with a slight twitch in his lips. He had changed hands before, but now it's fine, and he donated it directly to the museum in China without any disguise.

That's all, let her use her amnesia to act as hard as she can.

Anyway, as long as he finds the scapegoat, he can still help her get through in front of the priest.

Shi Ling accepted several boxes of antique calligraphy and paintings sent by Shi Zhenxiang and asked Yu Chen to help pack them up and send them back to China.

……

The Heaton family's private auction was held in an underground shopping mall. There were many family bodyguards guarding the door, and only those with tickets could enter. Those who come are either rich or noble.

Shi Ling, Yu Chen and Zhu Youjian were checking in and entering, when suddenly a sarcastic female voice came from behind them.

"Isn't this the Chinese homeless man under the Museum Road overpass? The tickets must have been stolen, right? How come your Heaton family's auction allows even such low-class people to enter?"

Shi Ling and others turned around and saw a young woman wearing a red printed coat. She looks like an oriental yellow-skinned face, but her makeup is rich and European-American style, and her chin is slightly raised, giving her a somewhat domineering look.

The bodyguards addressed her as "Mrs. Deco."

Shi Ling remembered that Zhu Youjian said that the family behind the Duncheng Museum was the Deco family.