I can see the accuracy

"I'll go out for a while." Chen Jing greeted Lu Yanyan and walked out.

"Old gentleman, have you eaten yet? Go in and sit down?"

Outside, Chen Jing said to the old man politely.

"No, you're welcome, I have eaten. You looked very uncomfortable last night, is it okay?" the old man asked gently.

"Oh, it's okay, just sleep for a while."

"Is that policeman your relative last night?" the old man asked curiously.

Part of the reason why he left in a hurry last night was also because he saw Liu Qisheng in a police uniform.

"Uh, it's not a relative, but a regular customer."

"Oh, that's good, that's good..." The old man's tone seemed to be slightly thankful.

Chen Jing couldn't help but smile, and said that it was like a criminal.

But he said: "Uncle Liu is a very good person, you don't have to be afraid of him. But if you come here today, is there anything wrong?"

Having said this, Chen Jing added another curiously: "By the way, old sir, what is the origin of the painting you showed me last night?"

"This painting..." the old man groaned slightly, thinking for a while, and then said: "This painting was accidentally collected from the people, and it is precisely because it is a bit mysterious, but not everyone can see this mysterious. . That’s why I let you take a look. By the way, after you watched it last night, did you really see anything special?"

The old man's mood at the moment was much calmer and calmer than last night.

After Chen Jing saw the painting last night, the painting unexpectedly moved by himself.

The old man was very excited at the time, holding Chen Jing's arm, almost incoherent.

"I..." Chen Jing wanted to tell everything he saw, including the [White Crane Breathing Method].

He felt that the [White Crane Breathing Method] came from that picture, and that picture belonged to the old man.If you have benefited yourself, you should share it with the elderly.

However, what the old man said just now suddenly triggered feedback on accuracy.

After the old man finished speaking, a few red fonts suddenly appeared in front of Chen Jing's eyes-[Accuracy rate 0%]!

This situation is a bit abnormal. In the past, the accuracy rate appeared only when Chen Jing asked questions before he could get the result.

But this time, it came out on the initiative.

What is the reason?

If the accuracy is 0, it means that what the old man said just now is false.

He is lying!

Could it be that when someone lied to themselves, the accuracy rate would automatically tell?

'This old gentleman lied?Could it be that the painting was not collected from the folks, but it came from an incorrect origin?He also asked Uncle Liu specifically just now, is there a ghost in his heart that has violated the law?'

Chen Jing asked three times in a row.

Then, the red font of the accuracy rate appeared again-[Accuracy rate 100%]!

[100% accuracy]!

[100% accuracy]!

'Really!'

After learning of this result, Chen Jing's previous thoughts about sharing have also converged.

Since the painting came from a wrong path, and since this old man committed a crime, it is better for such people to beware.

Chen Jing knows deeply that not all old people are kind-faced and kind, and many are kind-faced and black-faced.Just like Zhang Junnian.

Immediately, he replied "very sincerely": "After seeing the painting last night, I felt pain in my head, as if there was something in the painting, but it was unacceptable to me. So I really I didn't see anything special."

"Is that so?" The old man regretted slightly after listening.

He has studied the painting for 20 years, and he also believes that the mystery in it is not so easy to be seen.

And what Chen Jing said seemed to make sense, so he didn't doubt it either.

"If you are free in your free time, you might as well go to my place and have a look again. Maybe you can see some mysteries." The old man said again.

"Okay." Chen Jing also responded temporarily.

"My home is located on Antique Street, a shop called [Juguang Pavilion]. You are welcome to come anytime." The old man finished speaking and turned to leave.

But at this moment, Dai Xinliang, who was eating noodles in the store, seemed to see him, he hesitated for a moment, and then shouted—"Uncle Gao Han?"

Hearing this call, the old man also glanced back.

Seeing him turning around, Dai Xinliang saw the whole picture, and immediately confirmed the identity of the other party.He stood up with a smile, seemingly surprised: "Uncle Gao Han? Is it really you? Uncle Gao Han!"

"Are you?" The old man didn't seem to recognize him.

"I'm Dai Xinliang, Dai Zhenchang's son, my dad was an archaeological team with you back then. When I was in Kyoto City, he often went to your house to play. Don't you remember me?"

Dai Xinliang said with excitement: "You resigned inexplicably back then. It will be 20 years since you disappeared. I have always remembered you. I didn't expect to meet you here today."

"You? Dai Zhenchang's son?" The old man recalled a little, and seemed to remember him, comparing the Dai Xinliang he knew in his memory with the Dai Xinliang in front of him. Well, it was not bad.

It is indeed him.

It's just that 20 years ago, Dai Xinliang was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and he fell in love with the equipment he borrowed at the time.

Now 20 years have passed. At this time, Dai Xinliang is already a middle-aged man in his 35s and 6s, a little blessed, and a little bald on the top of his head.

It's no wonder that the old man didn't recognize him at a glance.

"So you all know each other? Why don't you come into the store and chat?" Chen Jing greeted.

Dai Xinliang also nodded and gave a polite reception.

The old man waved his hand: "Forget it, I won't go. I have something to do when I go back."

When encountering old knowledge, the old man did not show any special emotions.

"Uncle Gao Han, have you been here all these years? Why did you hear that you have cut off contact with all your relatives and friends?" Seeing that he refused to go in, Dai Xinliang continued to chat outside.

Chen Jing didn't act as a light bulb, so he went in to continue his meal.

The old man gave a wry smile: "I am not in good health, so I am afraid to trouble you if I don't contact you."

"After you left that year, I was worried for a long time, because there were a lot of equipment only at your home. By the way, are you coughing better now?" Dai Xinliang asked.

When Lin Gaohan went to the tomb and was injured by poisonous gas, the entire archaeological team knew about it.

Since then, the root of the disease has fallen, and the root is injured, even with the best medical treatment, it is difficult to cure it.

"From the beginning of spring this year until now, I haven't slept peacefully. I am afraid that my body will not be able to support it for long." The old man shook his head.

"Are you still alone?"

"I'm not married again, and I don't have an heir. Of course, I can only be one person."

Hearing what he said, Dai Xinliang thought for a while, and said: "Uncle Gao Han, your old disease, there is really no way to cure it with ordinary medical methods. But now I have mastered a brand new technology, if I use this technology, I think there should be an 80% success rate that will allow it to fully recover."

"I know my body, even if the lung disease is cured, this old bone will not last long."

"No, this technique of mine can also improve the internal body of the body and repair it comprehensively. It can even rejuvenate..." Dai Xinliang said at the end, lowering his voice.

His technique, so far, has only experimented with animals, and has never experimented with humans.

If it can be applied to people, Dai Xinliang feels that it will definitely help to reach Consummation.

However, Lin Gaohan has no children, is lonely, and has a sick body. It is obviously suitable to be the first real experimenter.