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    Hua Lao¡¯s nephew¡¯s name is Hua Xinwei. Early this morning, Hua Lao called Hua Xinwei to his house, saying that he had important matters to discuss.

    After Hua Xinwei arrived, he was very excited when he learned that Mr. Hua was going to make a will, thinking that since he usually took care of his uncle, his uncle would not treat him badly.

    Unexpectedly, Mr. Hua only gave him a fraction of his inheritance in the end. At that time, he felt his blood surge and he felt like a volcano about to erupt.

    After a while, Hua Xinwei was angry and jealous. He went to the kitchen to get a knife and chopped several times on Old Hua's head.

    Seeing his uncle lying in a pool of blood, Hua Xinwei, who had calmed down, panicked and hurriedly cleaned up the traces he left. However, because he was so anxious at the time, he made a mistake and took the apple as a snake fruit.  This is mainly because both fruits were purchased from the same place and packed in the same plastic bag. In a hurry, I picked up the wrong fruit.

    Hua Xinwei said pitifully: "Comrade policeman, this is my fault, but there are many reasons for it. I was also angry for a moment. If you want to judge me, it can only be regarded as hurting someone with passion."

    Hearing what he said, Xiang Weijiang couldn't help but said: "Hua Xinwei, why are you so shameless? Mr. Hua doesn't give you the inheritance. Do you think he is stingy? Don't think about what you did in the first place.  Aren¡¯t you the ones who took away the few collections that Mr. Hua lost?¡±

    "Fart!" Hua Xinwei pointed at Xiang Weijiang and cursed: "Don't spit on others!"

    "Am I slandering others?" Xiang Weijiang sneered: "You don't know, right? Mr. Hua had someone install surveillance cameras at home before, and your every move can be seen clearly!"

    Hua Xinwei was stunned immediately. He had not expected this at all and was speechless for a long time.

    "Let's go," the policeman put handcuffs on Hua Xinwei and said expressionlessly: "What crime it is, that is for the court to decide, and we have no say."

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

    After hearing this, the police immediately applied for a search warrant to search Huaxin Wei's home.

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

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

    The result was indeed like this. Not only was Hua Lao¡¯s collection found in his home, but a small bag was also found.  poison.  Taste.

    It was only after interrogation that we found out that Hua Xinwei was actually a drug addict, which no one really noticed.  However, Hua Xinwei hid this matter even from his family. Only his wife knew about it. Because of this matter, his wife divorced him.

    And the reason why Hua Xinwei stole Hua Lao's collection and peeked at Hua Lao's inheritance was also for this reason. Otherwise, how could he have so much money to sustain his daily consumption?

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

    Mr. Hua was seriously injured and passed away after two days of resuscitation in the hospital. After his children held a funeral for him, they planned to dispose of part of the collection.

    To this end, Hua Lao¡¯s son contacted Xiang Weijiang, and Xiang Weijiang contacted Meng Zitao.

    Meng Zitao is now quite famous in the antiques industry, especially because he has appeared on TV. Many people who are interested in antiques also know him.

    Hua Lao's children also know Meng Zitao. In addition, Meng Zitao's treatment of Hua Lao. Although he did not save his life, it allowed his children to see him for the last time. For this, Hua Lao's children should be particularly grateful to Meng Zitao.  .

    We all chatted for a while and then got down to business. Hua Lao¡¯s children took Meng Zitao to appreciate the collection.

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

    When a group of people walked in, the whole room gave people a professional feel.  Some antiques are placed on the cabinets made of well-proportioned mahogany. Coupled with the soft lighting and the charm of the mahogany, these antiques exude a simple and charming atmosphere.

    But what makes Meng Zitao a little regretful is that a quarter of the collection room is empty. The small collections such as relatively precious jades that were originally placed here were all taken away by Huaxin Wei because the case has not yet been completed.  Knot, these things are not for sale yet.

    Meng Zitao looked around while walking. In Hua Lao's collection room, most of them are porcelain, jade, calligraphy and painting, and some miscellaneous items. The quantity is scarce. This is also in line with today's general environment. The market is dominated by porcelain.

    Among the collections in the room, there are many high-quality ones, but there are also many fake ones., a considerable part of the porcelain is high imitation.

    After seeing the porcelain, Meng Zitao turned his attention to calligraphy and painting collections.

    Seeing Meng Zitao stop in front of a Dong Qichang's work, looking very interested, Mr. Hua's son quickly came over and said: "Director Meng, I'm really sorry. This work is my father's collection. He was the last  I like this piece and I discussed it with my sister and I don¡¯t want to transfer it.¡±

    Meng Zitao nodded and said: "It's understandable, let me appreciate it, okay?"

    "It doesn't matter." Hua Lao's son said with a smile.

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

    "This is the only family tree."

    Hua Lao's son pointed to a yellowed paper book not far away and said: "Actually, this is not a genealogy. It just records some of the deeds of our family from the late Qing Dynasty to the present."

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

    Old son Hua agreed: "Of course it's no problem."

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

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

    Hua Laozi smiled and said: "It is correct to say that it is a treasure map, but in fact it is not really. This map is actually one of my ancestors who chased bandits when he was the commander-in-chief in Western Xinjiang.  A place I found by chance.¡±

    "I don¡¯t know what is going on in this place. It is very dangerous. In the end, including him, there were only three soldiers brought by my ancestors, and they died not long after they returned to the camp.  All that is left is this picture and a piece of jade. However, the piece of jade has been stolen and sold by Hua Xinwei."

    "In fact, there was more than one copy of this picture. Someone copied it at the time and wanted to find that place, but it was a desert and there was no location. Many people couldn't even find the place, let alone other places."

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

    "It seems so. I heard from my dad that someone found that place, but when they came back, they went crazy and said it was a place of demons. Of course, this is just a legend. No one knows what is going on in that place."

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

    The reason why he asked this was because during this period, the department's investigation of the Land of Hope had some results. In some records, the Land of Hope was indeed called the land of demons. It was precisely because of those demons that  The subjects of Jingjue 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 to be somewhere near Hotan. I don't know exactly where it is. Director Meng, do you want to look 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 has changed, and it's normal for the oasis to turn into a desert."

    "You're right." Mr. Hua nodded: "However, if you really want to go, you'd better find that piece of jade. It is said that that piece of jade can play a key role."

    He said this not only to remind Meng Zitao, but also to use Meng Zitao¡¯s help to find out the whereabouts of his father¡¯s stolen collections.

    Meng Zitao smiled slightly. In fact, even if Hua Lao's son didn't remind him, he would still look for that piece of jade. Maybe the jade is related to the Land of Hope. This kind of thing cannot be left to those groups of soul-seeking guards.  in hand.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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