Hua Lao's nephew's name is Hua Xinwei, and early this morning, Hua Lao called Hua Xinwei to his house, saying that there was something important to discuss.

After Hua Xinwei arrived, he was very excited when he learned that Hua Lao was going to make a will, thinking that he usually took care of his uncle so much, and his uncle should not treat him badly.

Unexpectedly, Hua Lao only gave him a fraction of his inheritance in the end, and at that time, he felt that his qi and blood were surging, and he felt like a volcano that was about to erupt.

After a while, Hua Xinwei was angry from his heart, and he went to the kitchen to get a knife and slashed Hua Lao on the head a few times.

Seeing the uncle lying in a pool of blood, Hua Xinwei, who had calmed down, suddenly panicked and hurriedly cleaned up the traces he left, but because he was too anxious at the time, he still made a mistake in his busy schedule and took the apple as a snake fruit. This is mainly due to the fact that both fruits were bought in the same place, packed in the same kind of plastic bag, and in a hurry, they took the wrong one.

Hua Xinwei said pitifully: "Comrade policeman, this matter is my fault, but there are many reasons, I am also angry for a while, and if I want to be sentenced, it can only be regarded as a passion hurt." ”

Hearing him say this, Xiang Weijiang couldn't help but speak: "Hua Xinwei, why do you want to be shameless? Hua Lao doesn't give you an inheritance, do you think he is stingy? You don't want to think about what you did at the beginning, didn't you take the few pieces of collection that Hua Lao lost?"

"Fart!" Hua Xinwei pointed at Xiang Weijiang and scolded: "Don't spew blood!"

"I'm spewing blood?" Xiang Weijiang sneered: "Don't you know, Hua Lao has already let people install surveillance at home before, and you can see your every move clearly!"

Hua Xinwei was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this at all, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Let's go," the policeman handcuffed Hua Xinwei and said expressionlessly: "What is the crime, that is the court to decide, we don't count." ”

"Comrade policeman, I didn't take stock of Hua Lao's collection just now, and I don't know how much was taken away, so ......" Xiang Weijiang paused, looked at Hua Xinwei, and the meaning he wanted to express was self-evident.

When the police heard this, they immediately applied for a search warrant to search Huaxin Wei's house.

Hua Xinwei seemed a little anxious, but he had no way to stop the police from searching, and for a while, he was sweating profusely.

The more Huaxin Wei looks like this, the more problematic it is.

As a result, not only Hua Lao's collection was searched from his home, but also a small bag was found. Poison. Product.

After the interrogation, I found out that Hua Xinwei was actually an addict, which everyone really didn't see. However, Hua Xinwei hid this matter from his family, only his wife knew, and because of this, his wife divorced him.

And the reason why Hua Xinwei stole Hua Lao's collection and peeked into Hua Lao's inheritance is also for this reason, otherwise where would he have so much money to maintain his daily consumption?

When Meng Zitao came to Hua's hometown again, it was already half a month later.

Hua Lao died after two days in the hospital because of his injuries, and his children were ready to dispose of part of the collection after the funeral for him.

For this reason, Hua Lao's son contacted Xiang Weijiang, and Xiang Weijiang contacted Meng Zitao.

Meng Zitao is now quite famous in the antique industry, especially because he has been on TV, and many people who pay attention to antiques also know him.

Hua Lao's children also know Meng Zitao, coupled with Meng Zitao's treatment of Hua Lao at the beginning, although it did not save his life, but it was the last time his children saw him, for this, Hua Lao's children should be especially grateful to Meng Zitao.

Everyone greeted for a moment and got to the point, and Hua Lao's children took Meng Zitao to appreciate the collection.

Although Hua Lao's house is not big, he still has a collection room for himself.

When a group of people walked in, the whole room gave a professional feel. On the cabinet made of mahogany, there are some antiques, coupled with the soft light and the charm of mahogany, making these antiques exude a simple and charming atmosphere.

But to Mencius's regret, a quarter of the collection room was empty, and the original places here were all relatively precious jade and other small collections, all of which were taken by Hua Xinwei, because the case had not yet been closed, and these things could not be sold.

Meng Zitao walked and looked, in this collection room of Hua Lao, porcelain, jade, calligraphy and painting and some miscellaneous items, the number is scarce, which is also in line with today's environment, the market is dominated by porcelain.

In the collection in the room, there are many high-quality ones, but there are also many fakes, and a considerable part of the porcelain is a high-quality imitation.

After seeing porcelain, Meng Zitao set his sights on paintings and calligraphy.

Seeing that Meng Zitao stopped in front of a work by Dong Qichang and seemed very interested, Hua Lao's son hurriedly walked over and said: "Director Meng, I'm really sorry, this work is my father's treasure, he liked this work the most during his lifetime, I discussed it with my sister and didn't want to transfer it." ”

Meng Zitao nodded and said, "It's understandable, I appreciate it, right?"

"That's okay. Hua Lao's son said with a smile.

After a while, Meng Zitao turned his head and asked, "Mr. Hua, what other items are you here that are not for sale?"

"That's all there is to this genealogy. ”

Hua Lao's son pointed to a yellowed paper not far away, and said: "Actually, this is not a genealogy, but a record of our family, from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the present of some people. ”

Meng Zitao was a little curious: "Can I take a look?"

Hua's son agreed: "Of course there is no problem. ”

Meng Zitao put on gloves and opened the paper, which did record some of the deeds of the children of the Hua family, but when he turned to the middle position, he saw a very simple map, with some points marked on it, which looked a bit like a treasure map.

"Mr. Hua, this seems to be a treasure map, just placed here, aren't you afraid that others will look for it after seeing it?"

Old Hua's son smiled: "It's right to say that it's a treasure map, but in fact, it's really not." This picture is actually a place that one of my ancestors found by chance when he was a general soldier in Western Xinjiang and was chasing bandits. ”

"I don't know what's going on in this place, it's very dangerous. In the end, there were only three of the soldiers my ancestors had brought with him, and when they returned to the camp, they died not long after, leaving only this picture and a piece of jade. It's just that the jade has been stolen and sold by Hua Xinwei. ”

"In fact, there is more than one copy of this map, and some people have copied it at the time, trying to find that place, but it is a desert, and there is no location, and many people have not even found the place, let alone anything else. ”

"In other words, someone has found the place on the map?"

"I guess so, I heard my dad say that someone found that place at the beginning, but when they came back, they went crazy and said that it was a land of demons. Of course, this is just a legend, and no one knows what is really going on in that place. ”

Meng Zitao asked, "Mr. Hua, where did your ancestors serve as soldiers in Western Xinjiang?"

The reason why he asked this was because during this time, the department's investigation into the Land of Hope had some results, and the Land of Hope was indeed called the Land of Demons in some records, and it was precisely because of those demons that the subjects of the Elite Ancient Kingdom had to flee there.

Could it be that this picture refers to the Land of Hope?

Hua Lao's son replied: "It seems that it is a place close to Khotan, but I don't know exactly where it is." Curator Meng, are you looking for it?"

Meng Zitao smiled and waved his hand: "I'm just a little curious, besides, after so many years, the terrain of the desert is changeable, and it is normal for an oasis to become a desert." ”

"You're right. Old Son Hua nodded: "However, if you really want to go, it is best to find that piece of jade, it is said that that piece of jade can play a very key role." ”

He said this, in addition to reminding Meng Zitao, but also to use Meng Zitao's hand to find out the whereabouts of the collections that his father had stolen.

Meng Zitao smiled slightly, in fact, even if Hua Lao's son didn't remind him, he would go to find that piece of jade, perhaps, the jade is related to the land of hope, this kind of thing, can not be passed on to the hands of the waves of people who seek Lingwei.