Chapter 93 93 Idiot

Nan Shaochen's mother was silent for two seconds, wanting to argue, but finally said, "Chenchen is still in the hospital, and his uncle..."

"What?" the old man jumped up in anger. "I told you from the beginning that you should find a proper job. Now you're dragging your brother into some kind of social circle? What kind of uncle would flatter his nephew? This is treasonous!"

Nan Shaochen's mother became excited: "What are you talking about? The house we live in, the food we eat and the clothes we wear, which one of them wasn't bought by Chenchen with his own money? Now that Chenchen is sick, you are..."

"Oh, silly girl." The old lady took two steps forward, patted Nan Shaochen's mother on the back and comforted her, "What's the point of saying this? We are all family. How can we, as grandparents, not care about Chenchen? But whether Chenchen can be cured depends on the doctor. Fate has the final say. We can't let your brother get involved..."

The old man glanced sideways at me and snorted loudly, as if to say, "I don't care about you." He threw his pajamas aside and went back to his bedroom to sleep.

The old lady glanced inside hesitantly, and the old man's gruff voice came from inside: "Alright, your mother and I are going to bed! If you are filial, stop doing these embarrassing things and making outsiders laugh at you. We need to rest!"

The old lady spoke softly and gently to Nan Shaochen's mother, perhaps because Tu Lanxun and others were present, so she didn't say anything else. She just asked her to call Uncle Nan back as soon as possible, as the family still had to live.

Tu Lanxun and others left in silence.

As she walked down the stairs, she could still hear Nan Shaochen's mother sobbing. The soft, cool little soul in her pocket seemed to stir, its limbs wrapped around Tu Lanxun's wrist, and it trembled.

As soon as they got out, Xiao Zhang hurried to the car. After the four of them got in, she started to say, "What kind of family is this? It's as if Nan Shaochen isn't their biological grandson."

An Feng explained: "As an old man, let alone a grandson and a son, even a daughter and a son have different levels of importance. It's just a pity for Nan Shaochen and his mother..."

"What a pity?" Xiao Zhang said indignantly, with a touch of mixed sympathy. "The whole family eats and lives with her son, and now the tree hasn't fallen yet, they're all scattering like monkeys? They should just scatter, but they're still eating and taking things, and she dares to say a word? She's just being a foolish filial son!"

Officer Cao sighed, and without interrupting Xiao Zhang, he said to Tu Lanxun, "Advisor Tu, where are we going now?"

Tu Lanxun said, "Let's go to Nan Shaochen's old house."

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Nan Shaochen's old house is on the edge of the city. It was originally a residential building for the employees of a nearby middle school. It has not been demolished yet, but the bricks and window frames are old and soft, like the biscuit house in old memories.

Tu Lanxun and others got out of the car and stepped on the lime that was scattered like icing sugar. Officer Cao stopped at the door of an old unit. The door was not locked, so they went straight up to the third floor.

Officer Cao took out a key from his pocket, which he had borrowed from Nan Shaochen's mother, and said, "There is no property management in this community, so be careful."

Tu Lanxun and the others were cramped amidst a pile of pickle jars and cardboard boxes, and if they weren't careful, they'd easily knock over the stacked wooden benches. Officer Cao unlocked the door, and a gust of dust mixed with the smell of old furniture filled the air.

"How is it?" Xiao Zhang asked Tu Lanxun.

Tu Lanxun closed his eyes and said, "It's worth coming here."

The furniture in the old house was already covered in dust, but fragments of Nan Shaochen's soul were everywhere, especially in his room. They lay on the old wooden tables and benches, like fireflies recognizing their home.

Tu Lanxun peeled them off one by one, changing direction under the guidance of the cold force like water.

Those shining spots of light, in the copper-headed drawer of the desk and on the pillow position on the empty bed, were where he used to read and sleep.

There was also a yellowed old refrigerator. When he opened the refrigerator door, he saw two drops of black vegetable soup stuck on the partition. There were also many light spots in the refrigerator. Tu Lanxun seemed to see a child secretly opening the refrigerator to find food.

Nan Shaochen's soul figure had grown so big that it couldn't even fit in his windbreaker pocket. Tu Lanxun held it in his hand like an oversized teddy bear. He was struggling, and his movements became more and more lively.

"What is this?" Tu Lanxun closed his eyes and touched a hard object in the cabinet.

An Feng followed and said, "This is a photo of Nan Shaochen's family when he was a child."

"With his mother and grandparents?" Tu Lanxun asked.

An Feng said: "No, it's just him, his mother, and a man, not his uncle, maybe his father."

Officer Cao denied it, "No, according to the investigation into Nan Shaochen's family background, he didn't know who his father was when he was born. That man might be his stepfather or quasi-stepfather, but for some reason, he didn't join his family."

Xiao Zhang was curious, "Then how does he know his last name?" Nan Shaochen's mother and her family are not surnamed Nan.

"This is a problem. I'll ask someone to check it out," said Officer Cao.

Somehow, Tu Lanxun felt the air around him get colder.

The last bit of fluorescence was held in the blue-painted Xun's hand. He opened his eyes, and his vision returned to the normal world. The old incandescent light was a bit dazzling.

The photo shows a neatly arranged middle-aged couple, each holding a little boy's hand. The background should be the entrance of a park, with a yellowish color and hazy sunlight.

The woman was undoubtedly Nan Shaochen's mother. She was not beautiful but very well-proportioned, with delicate features.

The young version of Nan Shaochen is obviously a beauty, with fair skin, a pair of deep big eyes, and playful dimples on his cheeks when he smiles. He is the kind of child who will definitely be pinched on the face by familiar aunts and uncles when he walks on the street.

The man who is suspected to be Nan Shaochen's stepfather is very handsome, but it can be basically concluded that he is not Nan Shaochen's biological father, because they are good-looking in completely different directions.

The man had the prim and proper air of a movie star from the last century, his shirt tucked neatly into his belt. It might seem tacky now, but back then it must have been very formal. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and looked nothing like the beautiful Nan Shaochen.

In terms of bone structure, this handsome angle is more like another person Tu Lanxun knows.

Now N is standing next to her.

However, N's bones were a bit thinner than that man's. Although more delicate, he had lost that dignified and heavy look, and had a more unconventional and heroic aura.

"Oh, Nan Shaochen's mother is pretty lucky. She's always dating handsome guys." Xiao Zhang said, "Why are you looking at me? Nan Shaochen looks like that, so his biological father must not be ugly."

An Feng said: "This man didn't become Nan Shaochen's stepfather in the end, so when they moved, they left the photo here."

Tu Lanxun ignored the glances N was giving him and nodded, "But he definitely played a role in family life. Otherwise, the photo would have been thrown away or tucked away at the bottom of a box, not placed here."

In any case, the existence of this man is part of Nan Shaochen's family's past privacy and has nothing to do with this case.

Tu Lanxun could no longer carry Nan Shaochen's soul. He was almost as tall as her now, so she could only throw it to N.

N's attitude changed for some reason. He sneered and directly held the expressive soul under his armpit, like a bag of construction materials.

Nan Shaochen's soul: "Ahhhhhhhhhh..."

It took him several seconds to learn how to speak, and he spoke each word with some effort: "What are you doing... coming to my... house?"

Tu Lanxun glanced at N, who retorted calmly, "Why, do I have to give him a princess hug?"

Then N switched his target and threatened Nan Shaochen with his head down: "Can't you see? You are dead. We are sent by the King of Hell to investigate your past sins. Then you can go to hell or be reincarnated."

Nan Shaochen was confused: "Can't I go to heaven..."

"No." N, still addicted, said maliciously, "Heaven is not under our jurisdiction. You need to apply for a passport. You are not qualified."

Nan Shaochen actually believed it and asked, "Then can't I go to the Heavenly Palace? There are also immortals in our homeland."

"No." N said firmly, "You have to take the exam, go back and memorize the questions!"

Tu Lanxun couldn't stand it anymore. He thought this was just fooling fools, so he walked over, stood on N's feet, and stomped hard twice.

"Okay. We can go back to the hospital now." She said to the three policemen who looked at her in confusion.

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In fact, Nan Shaochen’s soul fragments were not found completely, and a little bit of them were lost. No one knew where they were scattered.

It's impossible to find it. It could be any place he has been to, a school, park, or children's palace in this city, a stage or dressing room at a company in a first-tier city, or even a place he longed to go but couldn't go to.

"That's enough. Even if we turned into retrievers, we wouldn't be able to deal with him." Back at the hospital, N shoved Nan Shaochen's soul to the ground and patted his arm. "Stand up."

Nan Shaochen gave a pure and innocent silly smile.

Uncle Nan and the doctors and nurses were asked to go outside, leaving only Tu Lanxun and three police officers in the room. Xiao Zhang and the others were waiting for Tu Lanxun to take action, and Tu Lanxun was waiting for N to perform "factory setup" on Nan Shaochen.

N said, "Listen to me, you will wake up soon and you will forget most of what happened now, but you will still feel hazy."

Nan Shaochen nodded vigorously as if he was being trained: "Yeah, yeah!"

"When you wake up, you may feel that you are a little dumber than others. Don't doubt it, that is the fact." N said mercilessly.

Nan Shaochen: “Yeah.”

N folded his second finger. "So, you'd better not trust anyone. If your company wants to change your contract profit sharing, don't make the decision yourself. Hire a reliable lawyer and pay them to use your brain."

Nan Shaochen: "Hmm..."

N put three fingers into his palm, leaving only one bent index finger, and tapped Nan Shaochen on the head. The other party cried out in grievance: "It hurts!"

N said with a forced smile: "It's okay if it hurts. Remember this feeling."

He was getting impatient and just blurted out, "Don't lend money to anyone, don't trust any investment offers, don't meet with fans privately, don't eat anything random, don't make videos to celebrate unofficial events, don't..."

Nan Shaochen blinked, "What else do you want..."

N looked over and said, "Don't trust your family, your uncle, your grandma, your grandpa. Don't give them your large assets, and it's best not to give them to your mother."

Nan Shaochen's eyes turned red and he stared at N's fingers, probably because he was afraid of being beaten again.

N exhaled, and Nan Shaochen's chin was lifted by an invisible force. N said, "Do you understand?"

Nan Shaochen lowered his head: "I understand..."

Tu Lanxun suddenly felt that Nan Shaochen was not completely stupid.