I Can See Probability

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

"Sir, have you eaten yet? Can you go in and sit?"

Going outside, Chen Jing politely said to the old man.

"No, you're welcome, I've eaten it. You looked very uncomfortable last night, are you all right?" the old man asked gently.

"Oh, it's nothing, just get some sleep."

"The policeman last night was your relative?" 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.

"Well, it's not a relative, just a regular customer."

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

Chen Jing couldn't help but laugh, thinking that it was like a criminal's tone.

But he said: "Uncle Liu is a very good man, and you don't need to be afraid of him. But what's the matter with you coming here today?"

Speaking of which, Chen Jing curiously added another question: "By the way, old gentleman, what is the origin of the painting you showed me last night?"

"This painting..." The old man pondered 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 kind of mystery. That's why I asked you to take a look too. By the way, after you watched it last night, did you really see anything special?"

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

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

The old man was very excited at the time, grabbing Chen Jing's arm, he was 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 this old man. If you have benefited yourself, you should also share it with the elderly.

However, the old man's remarks suddenly triggered accurate feedback.

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

This situation is a bit abnormal. In the past, when the accuracy rate appeared, it was Chen Jing himself who asked questions before he could get the results.

But this time, he took the initiative.

What is the reason?

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

He is lying!

Could it be that when someone lies to him, the accuracy rate will be automatically identified?

'This old gentleman is lying? Could it be that the painting was not collected from the people, but came from a wrong way? He also specifically asked Uncle Liu just now, did he have a ghost in his heart and violated the law? ’

Chen Jing asked three questions in his heart.

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

【100% accuracy rate】!

【100% accuracy rate】!

'It really is! ’

After learning of this result, Chen Jing's thoughts that he wanted to share before also converged.

Since that painting came from the wrong way, and since this old man has also committed crimes, it is best for such a person to be on guard.

Chen Jing knew very well that not all old people are kind-hearted, and many are also kind-hearted. Just like Zhang Junnian.

Immediately, he replied "very sincere": "After seeing that painting last night, I felt a 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?" After hearing this, the old man felt a little pity.

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

And what Chen Jing said seemed to make sense, so he didn't have any doubts.

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

"Okay." Chen Jing also responded for the time being.

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

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

When the old man heard this shout, he also looked back.

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

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

"I'm Dai Xinliang, the son of Dai Zhenchang. My dad was in an archaeological team with you back then. When I was in Kyoto, I used to play at your house. Don't you remember me?"

Dai Xinliang said excitedly, "You resigned inexplicably back then. It will be 20 years since you disappeared. I will always remember you. I didn't expect to meet you here today."

"You? Dai Zhenchang's son?" The old man briefly recalled and seemed to remember it too. He compared the Dai Xinliang he knew in his memory with the Dai Xinliang in front of him. Well, it really wasn't bad.

It is indeed him.

It's just that Dai Xinliang was only fifteen or sixteen years old 20 years ago. At that time, he fell in love with the borrowed equipment from his family.

Now that 20 years have passed, Dai Xinliang is now a middle-aged man in his thirties, a little fat, and a little bald on the top of his head.

It's no wonder the old man recognized him without a glance.

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

Dai Xinliang also nodded and greeted him politely.

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

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

"Uncle Gao Han, have you been here all these years? How did you hear that you cut off contact with all your relatives and friends?" Dai Xinliang continued to chat outside seeing that he would not go in. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Chen Jing was also not a light bulb, so he went ahead and continued to eat.

The old man gave a wry smile: "I'm not in good health, so I don't want to contact everyone, because I'm afraid of bothering everyone."

"After you left, I was worried for a long time, because at that time a lot of equipment was only available in your house. By the way, are you getting better from your cough now?" Dai Xinliang asked.

The entire archaeological team knew about Lin Gaohan's lung injury when he went down to the tomb by poison gas.

Since then, the root of the disease has fallen and the root has been injured. Even the best medical methods are difficult to cure.

"I haven't had a good night's sleep since the beginning of spring this year. I'm afraid my body won't be able to support it for long." The old man shook his head.

"Are you still alone?"

"I'm not married, and I don't have any children. Of course, I can only be alone."

Hearing what he said, Dai Xinliang thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Gao Han, your old disease cannot be cured by ordinary medical methods. But I have now mastered a brand-new technology. If I use this technology, I think there should be an 80 percent success rate that will make it fully recover."

"I know my body. Even if my lung disease is cured, these old bones won't last long."

"No, this technique of mine can also improve the inside of the body and repair it in an all-round way. It can even rejuvenate itself..." Dai Xinliang said at the end, lowering his voice.

Up to now, his technique has only been tested on animals, but never on humans.

If it can really be applied to people, Dai Xinliang feels that it will definitely be of great help in reaching Consummation.

And Lin Gaohan has no children and no daughters, is alone, and has a sick body. Obviously, he is very suitable to be the first real-life experimental subject.

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