Even if Mr. He was just the nominal owner of that house, the woman who hanged herself in the house had nothing to do with Mr. He, but how to explain the photo of him and Jasmine?

Moreover, Mr. He has already admitted that the man lying next to Jasmine is himself.

Mr. He flatly denied knowing the woman who took the photo, and even said that the two of them had never met.

As for that photo, he didn’t know how it was taken?

No matter how Lao Chen and I asked, Mr. He refused to admit that he knew Jasmine alive or dead?

What is he trying to cover up and hide?

Or is it because he is a veteran of flowers and has dealt with too many women that his mind can't remember them?

However, things like men and women are personal privacy, and Lao Chen and I are not police officers. If Mr. He doesn't admit it, we can't give him pepper water.

Seeing that Lao Chen and I were speechless, Mr. He brought the topic to the driver. He asked me if the young driver who drove for him yesterday was me.

This time, I solemnly told Mr. He that I went out to eat with a friend last night. Ermiao and the kebab seller could both testify to me that I was definitely not the driver he ordered.

Moreover, I have never passed a driver's license test in my life, and I don't know how to drive at all.

Lao Chen immediately patted his chest and proved it for me: "Yes, Xiao Ma can't drive. I can prove it!"

After talking for so long, the distance between Mr. He and I seemed to have narrowed a bit, and it was no longer the hostile feeling we had when we first walked in.

Therefore, I kindly reminded Mr. He that the driver last night might not be human at all. Could it be that he had provoked something dirty recently?!

After hearing what I said, Mr. He immediately fell silent. He lowered his head and thought for more than ten seconds, and seemed to think what I said made sense.

As long as you think about it carefully, the driver you saw last night was indeed suspicious. He was suspicious when he appeared and even more suspicious when he left?

Because the car fell from a viaduct more than ten meters high, and when the traffic police investigated the wreckage of the car, they did not find the body of the driver.

Could it be that the driver jumped out of the car while the car was falling?

Even if he could escape through the car door while the car was falling, he would still be thrown to death in mid-air!

Is this an escape magic or a space shift?!

But...

For those things that cannot be understood, people like to think in the direction of ghosts and gods, because if they don't think that way, wouldn't it make it even more difficult to figure it out?

At this time, Mr. He suddenly shouted as if he had a sudden realization, and then took out a small object from under his pillow.

"Oh my, thanks to me carrying this amulet, otherwise, I might have fallen to death with that ghost driver..."

I looked down and saw the small object Mr. He took out from under the pillow, which looked like an amber pendant.

The amber pendant is larger than a quail egg, but relatively flat. It is surrounded by very thin gold wire and is woven into a knot with a strange pattern in order to fix the amber-like thing in the middle.

The pattern woven with gold wire is strange, but looks very delicate.

Judging from the craftsmanship, this piece of jewelry is not a commercial product and should be worth a lot of money.

Just looking at the shape and pattern, I don’t think it’s made in China, but more like some handicrafts from Southeast Asia.

Because from the first moment I saw this thing, I don’t know why I thought of Nanyang’s Buddhist amulets?

Of course, I don’t know anything about Buddhist amulets, and I don’t dare to talk nonsense. I just think they look a bit similar.

Mainly when watching a movie, don't there are many gangsters in the movie wearing this kind of thing around their necks?

As for the name of the pendant and what role it plays when worn, I don't know. I can only describe it as an accessory that can be hung around the neck.

Since Mr. He said that thing is a "talisman", let's just call it an amulet.

However, looking at the oval piece of amber, it seems that it is not real amber, but the color is somewhat like amber.

Moreover, it is not solid inside, it seems to be sealed with some viscous liquid?

Mr. He's hands would slowly rise and fall as he spoke. I noticed that something in them moved with his breathing?

Originally, I wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but Mr. He deliberately clenched his fists, as if he didn't want me to see clearly what was inside the pendant...

Seeing this, Lao Chen asked inexplicably: "Mr. He, does this thing really work?"

I understand what Lao Chen means. He has been plagued by dirty things recently. If Mr. He said that the amulet is effective, he probably also wants to wear one around his neck for self-defense.

"If you had asked me before whether it would work, I really don't know how to answer you, but..." Mr. He suddenly looked at Lao Chen mysteriously, "After experiencing the car accident last night, I really believe that

Oh, if a friend hadn’t asked me to buy this amulet, I might have died last night!!!”

Lao Chen was planning to ask Mr. He where he got the amulet. He also wanted to get one of the same style to try.

But at this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a male doctor barged in.

Maybe our voices in the ward were too noisy, and we were complained by patients in the surrounding wards. The middle-aged doctor wearing black-rimmed glasses who warned us before came again.

This time, he didn't scare us with words, but he also held a syringe and needle in his hand!

Without any explanation, he gave Mr. He a shot on his arm!!!

This shot is Valium!

After the beating, I saw Mr. He quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"This patient's mood is too unstable. You keep irritating him. I have to give him medicine. Now that he is asleep, don't stay in the hospital and affect other patients. Leave as soon as possible!"

The middle-aged doctor was blatantly chasing people away, so Lao Chen and I had no choice but to leave the hospital in despair.

…

After getting in the car, Lao Chen made two phone calls and asked the real estate agent to arrange for the client to go to the real estate bureau.

Lao Chen didn't go back to the agency and went directly to the real estate bureau to go through the formalities.

In the car, I asked Lao Chen: "Mr. He said he didn't know Jasmine. Do you believe him?"

"I don't know..." Lao Chen shook his head and said.

"You're not saying that Jasmine entered your store because of her connections at your headquarters, not Mr. He's connections, so who else could she be?"

"I don't know this either..."

"Hey, why don't you know anything?"

"Xiao Ma, I have figured it out now. If I love so and so, I will just sell the house and get the money. I don't care about anything else, and I advise you not to care about it either!"
Chapter completed!