Can you break your foot when you dance? How fast does that spin?

I shuddered at that image in my head.

"You don't believe it, do you?" Perhaps my expression was too surprised, which made the young man even more annoyed. "You newcomer doesn't understand anything at all, you go and call your boss to me right away, right away!"

It's not that I don't believe it, there are all kinds of things in this world, under normal circumstances, no one can spin quickly enough to break their feet, and the young man just said that many of the things in the antique shop are used by dead people, and it is difficult to ensure that there is no resentment on them.

When something happens to someone, it is naturally not a trivial matter. I can't help Chen Xin fool anymore, whether there is a problem with the dancing shoes, I have to find them back.

If there were spirits attached to it or something, I'd be able to see it.

"You said it was a problem with the shoes, so did you bring the shoes?" I asked the youth.

"Of course." As the young man spoke, he took off his backpack and opened it for a while. "Huh? …… What about shoes? ”

I craned my neck and looked into my backpack, but I didn't see any dancing shoes.

"I've been keeping it in my bag since the accident, and my girlfriend's injury stabilized a little before I thought about coming over to ask for an explanation." The backpack is so big, and how the young man rummages through it is just that.

"Did you fall somewhere?" I asked.

The young man touched the back of his head in confusion, trying to remember where the shoes went, but he didn't come up with a reason for a while.

"Well, you go get your shoes and we'll talk about other things, okay?" I recommend.

"Even if I can't find the shoes, that's a fact, it's the evil shoes that hurt my girlfriend." The young man said firmly. "The surname Chen must be held accountable for this."

"Don't worry, I can't contact Boss Chen for the time being, you go find the shoes first, leave a phone number for me, and I'll report the situation to him immediately when Boss Chen comes." I tried to negotiate and try to deal with it.

"Okay," the young man took out a business card in his bag and handed it to me, his name was Han Yong, and he was a salesman for an insurance company. "It may be in the hospital, I'll go back as soon as I go, you immediately find the surname Chen, he doesn't want to deny it."

Han Yong is obviously not such an unreasonable person, his girlfriend's injury and disability make him sad and angry, and he is trying to deal with this matter.

Han Yong left the antique store and went to the hospital to look for shoes.

After Han Yong left, I closed the door of the store and went upstairs to find Chen Xin.

Chen Xin's three-bedroom and two-hall house is quite antique, and the whole set of gold-inlaid mahogany furniture is always valuable.

"What's the matter?" Not long after Chen Xin fell asleep, he yawned long when he invited me into the house.

I walked a little inside, only to find a tablet in the side hall, on which was inlaid with a picture of an old woman with an elegant temperament.

Chen Xin's eyebrows are somewhat similar to that woman, and he should be his closest relative.

"That's my mother, who passed away last month, she used to be an archaeologist, and after retirement, she opened an auspicious antique shop." Chen Xin said as he went to pour himself a glass of water. "What are you running up for?"

"That's right, just now a guy named Han Yong came over and said that he bought a pair of dancing shoes here for his girlfriend last week, but her girlfriend spun non-stop before wearing them, and broke her foot, and he came to ask for an explanation."

Chen Xin panicked when he heard this, and then raised his glass to drink water.