Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All!

"You don't think that these things were all made by me, do you?"

"Old man, I've lived in the village all my life, and I didn't even know there were these things in the mansion."

"You two have been living here for a while, and you haven't even noticed. How could I possibly know."

"Besides, what's the benefit of scaring you?"

Uncle Jiang put away the unnatural expression on his face and became very angry.

This dilapidated house has been unoccupied for decades, even if it was really him who was trying to scare the two of them.

What benefits can you get?

"There must be something wrong with you!"

Zhou Kexin said sharply: "Just now, Dr. Chen pointed out that there is a problem with this wall. After taking out the mini stereo from inside, I saw that you were very nervous."

"Although the nervous expression only stayed on your face for less than a few seconds."

"But I can confirm that you were really nervous at the time."

"Since you didn't do anything wrong, why are you so nervous?"

Zhou Kexin told several people about the accidental discovery.

A woman in a cheongsam is painted on the wall, covered by a layer of plaster.

It only appears when it encounters water, thunder or rain.

So who painted this painting?

Do rich people living in the countryside understand the principles of optics?

Can anyone prove that the sad love story Uncle Jiang talks about really happened?

"Yes, you said that the woman died in love and turned into a ghost after her death to harass the original owner of this old house. Can anyone prove it?"

Hu Liang followed Zhou Kexin's words and asked Uncle Jiang that if he could find a witness, he would believe that Uncle Jiang was not the one who was behind the scenes.

Pan Yueling took the Bluetooth speaker from Hu Liang's hand and frowned slightly.

"Uncle Jiang, you'd better tell the truth."

"Hu Liang and I were both programmers before, and no one knows this kind of electronic equipment better than us."

"Just give me a computer and I can check to see whose phone has been connected to this Bluetooth speaker."

"If you continue to deny it, then I will have no choice but to investigate it myself."

"When we get the evidence, we will immediately hand it over to the relevant departments."

Hu Liang was stunned for a moment and immediately understood what his girlfriend meant.

She was trying to trick Uncle Jiang.

They deliberately moved out of their previous careers to scare Uncle Jiang into chaos.

Then he tricked the truth out of the old man's mouth.

Understanding what his girlfriend meant, Hu Liang gave his girlfriend a thumbs up calmly.

He took out his mobile phone and found a photo of the two of them wearing major brands.

Uncle Jiang is definitely not an ordinary old man who knows how to use his mobile phone to connect to Bluetooth and play tricks.

You should be familiar with the Internet.

"If you want to investigate, go and investigate. This is a bunch of guys who don't know good people's hearts."

With that said, Uncle Jiang took a step to leave.

"Dr. Chen, what should we do now? Should we stop him?"

Hu Liang and Pan Yueling subconsciously believed that Uncle Jiang had a guilty conscience.

I plan to apply oil on the soles of my feet.

Chen Yu ignored the two people's inquiries and said with a faint smile: "Uncle Jiang, don't you worry about your son being dealt with after you leave?"

Uncle Jiang, who was about to leave here, stopped suddenly when he heard this.

Immediately, Uncle Jiang slowly turned around and stared at Chen Yu deeply.

"Who are you anyway? Why do you know so many things?"

From the moment Chen Yu poured mineral water on the wall, Uncle Jiang concluded that something was wrong with Chen Yu.

Now, the mention of Uncle Jiang's son in Chen Yu's words made him even more nervous.

"I'm a senior psychiatrist."

"If Uncle Jiang has any psychological needs in the future, you are welcome to come to the city and find me on Hefang Street."

Chen Yu smiled and gave the specific address of the psychological clinic.

"Don't try to trick me. It's impossible for a psychiatrist to know so many things!"

Uncle Jiang's mouth twitched.

"No matter how much I know, I still don't know the details you always know."

"For example, an antiquities dealer."

Upon hearing the words cultural relic dealer, Uncle Jiang's face immediately changed color.

The heartbeat also started to speed up.

Chen Yu walked slowly to the door of the living room, first touched the window frame next to the door, and then knocked on the door panel.

"Rosewood, rosewood, nanmu, ginkgo."

"These are all high-quality wood. Even after a hundred years, their value will not be affected at all."

“This beggar’s replica of Hu Guangyong’s mansion reveals sophistication in every aspect.”

"There are also metal objects in the old house, but they are all high-quality antiques."

"Seeing the beams made of nanmu being replaced one by one, Uncle Jiang, your heart is bleeding, right?"

Hu Liang took a breath of cold air.

The original beams that he replaced as scrap wood were actually made of nanmu.

Before renovating the house, he and his girlfriend did a series of homework.

Have a rough idea of ​​the quality and price of wood.

Rosewood, rosewood, nanmu, ginkgo.

All of these are valuable woods.

The prices are higher than the other.

Especially Siamese rosewood, a board costs tens of thousands.

etc!

Chen Yu said that this is a beggar’s version of Hu Guangyong’s mansion.

That is to say.

The entire house is modeled after the former residence of Hu Xueyan.

No wonder this place will soon become a key cultural relic protection unit.

The former residence of Hu Xueyan in Hangzhou is also a key cultural relic unit.

"I understand! You are pretending to be a ghost and trying to drive us away in order to steal the cultural relics here!"

Pan Yueling suddenly woke up.

Cultural relic dealer, all kinds of valuable wood.

The answer is ready to come out.

The old house was built by skilled craftsmen and cost thousands of taels of silver.

The tables, chairs and benches inside and the window frames on the porch are probably all cultural relics.

"No wonder when we bought this place, the whole mansion was in dilapidated condition. Even the front door was torn down."

"You did all this, right?"

"Did you steal the missing original door knocker, missing windows, and other furniture?"

Pan Yueling became angrier the more she thought about it.

I learned from Uncle Jiang that this place was haunted, and thought I had met a kind person.

I couldn't bear to keep them in the dark, so I told the truth.

I never thought that this old man was very bad.

He pretended to be a ghost and frightened them, with the purpose of forcing the two of them to leave, and then continued to steal the cultural relics here.

"Don't be angry first, I'll talk to him."

Chen Yu comforted Hu Liang and Pan Yueling with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Jiang, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"But stealing cultural relics is illegal after all, and they are the owners of this place now."

"The right to know what's going on here."

"If you really don't want to say it, there are some things that I can only tell them."

Chen Yu paused and continued: "About a few months ago, you met a man at the door of the mansion."

"This person couldn't stop looking at the bluestone and carved bricks in the old house, and he kept praising them."

"Immediately, I have to take out tools to pry these bluestone carved bricks."

"First you scold this person and ask him if he is an antiquities dealer."

"The other party bluntly admitted that he was an antiquities dealer."

"Not two days later, this person found you and said he wanted to cooperate with you to buy this old house."

"I've offered you a reward of one million."