Chapter 25 She Can't Go I Only Believe What You Say

“Shameless.”

Chen Yinchuan stared at Wang Linjun's face, digested the suggestion of "digging a grave" for a while, frowned and opened his lips to swallow the two words.

Wang Linjun felt that people in the upper class were really pretentious and difficult to get along with.

It was clearly he who took the initiative to ask him about Jiang Chen's weaknesses, and after he told him, he felt that his suggestion was despicable.

He shrugged indifferently, bent his waist and prepared to walk back. He was still thinking about going back to wipe his saliva on his face and pretend to have tears, otherwise his acting would be too fake. What if he didn't get paid?

"Wait a moment."

Chen Yinchuan called out to Wang Linjun.

"Hey! What's the matter? What do you want?" Wang Linjun turned his head instantly upon hearing the voice and immediately gave him a flattering smile. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gathered into a piece. The people around him were already accustomed to his appearance.

Even after seeing this rapid change of expression many times, Chen Yinchuan still smiled speechlessly. However, within a second, the smile on his face disappeared.

He remembered something more important, so he looked through Jiang Chen's memories extracted from the laboratory overnight, and found that the childhood section was completely blank.

"You just said that Jiang Chen's mother's grave is in your hometown? Where exactly is your hometown?"

"Our village is a bit remote, in an unnamed mountainous area in the next city. Why are you asking this?"

Chen Yinchuan ignored his questions and only cared about the questions he wanted to know.

"What's your name?"

"Wanjia Village."

Chen Yinchuan's hands holding the computer shook unsteadily. Isn't this the same name as the mountain area that Jin Mu went to?

Is his information wrong?

"I think it changed its name in recent years. After being practically kicked out of the village, I haven't dared go back. That damn girl probably never went back either, and now she's acting like a 'filial son'. The village is now called..." Wang Linjun squinted his eyes as he recalled, "something called Anle Village."

After saying that, he confirmed it again: "Yes, Anle Village, that's the name it was changed to."

His information was correct. The village where Jiang Chen used to live was the same village where Jin Mu died. She definitely knew something.

Chen Yinchuan's hands gradually slowed down and he stopped typing. His remaining morality was fighting with his reason. Finally, he said softly, "Okay."

"What?" Wang Linjun's mind was spinning with delay and pause.

"Digging graves." Chen Yinchuan put the computer into his briefcase and turned to the leader in black sunglasses. "You can go back now. I will personally explain to Mr. Tang."

Chen Yinchuan stood there, waiting for people to move around.

He called Wang Linjun alone and said, "Stay here. I'll call my people and we'll go dig the grave together. You lead the way. I'll give you a generous commission after we're done."

Wang Linjun was very resistant: "I can't go back to that village. That village is unfortunate, and I will be beaten to death if I go back. My dear, I have money, but I have to live to spend it..."

As a person with a background in scientific research, Chen Yinchuan has always been skeptical about such ghost and god theories. Now, looking at the man in front of him who is over fifty years old and looks neurotic, he is even more disdainful.

He had no intention of finding out more about what exactly made this scoundrel man so fearful, and simply labeled him as someone who had "done too many bad things."

"Of course, I'm very gentle with the elderly. You can choose to take the commission I pay you and go there, or let me knock you out with a club and take you there penniless. But old man, you look so bloody now."

He gestured exaggeratedly with his head. This was a technique he'd learned from Yao Jinling, and he hadn't expected one of them to come in handy. "I wonder if another blow from him will directly..."

"Go! I must go! Even if it means going through fire and water, I will go!"

"Very good, without further ado, we'll set off this afternoon. Remember to bring Jiang Chen with you, I don't care what means you use. By the way, let me remind you, I have hacked into your phone, and I will follow your location to find you. Don't even think about running away. You're an old man, don't mess around."

Chen Yinchuan's voice was very even, as if he was just talking about what to eat tonight.

"Why did you bring that damn girl with you? How can I possibly get her to come back with me after we've been in such a fight?"

"Uncle Wang, you've probably never worked for anyone in your life, right? I'm teaching you lesson number one: never ask the person who pays you 'why'. You just have to do it. As for how to do it, that's something you should consider. I only care about the results. If you want to keep your head intact before tonight, that's fine."

Chen Yinchuan didn't care what Wang Linjun said and walked away.

He is actually not good at threatening people. All his words today are imitations of the way Yao Jinling mingled with the crowd when he was young.

Fortunately, it works very well.

After listening to Chen Yinchuan's speech, Wang Linjun came to his senses and realized that he was the only one left in the entire corridor.

He could only go back to Jiang Chen's room and keep knocking on the door.

"Jiang Chen, good Jiang Chen, good niece, please open the door for your uncle. Your uncle begs you."

The silence that had lasted for a while was broken just like that.

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes, lowered his head and complained softly: "The live broadcast room has been banned so many times, and you are still so persevering. Have you reopened it?"

"Xiao Chen, I scanned all the major platforms and websites. Currently, there are only spontaneous discussions among netizens. I didn't find any live broadcast rooms opened outside the door."

Xiao Ji said calmly, the camera still fixed on Jiang Chen's red wrists and ankles.

It feels that safflower oil takes too long to take effect, and humans should develop more effective plasters.

Jiang Chen flipped through the web pages.

It’s just as Xiao Ji said.

Without live broadcast and audience, there is naturally no commission. What is Wang Linjun still doing?

"Xiao Chen, do you need me to play some soothing music or some funny healing videos for you?"

Xiao Ji gave up. Since the injuries on her feet and hands could not heal quickly, she could not keep the corners of her mouth pointing downwards, and her mood could not be affected or stimulated anymore.

Jiang Chenmo shook his head silently: "No need, Xiao Ji, thank you."

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

A bad premonition arose in her heart, and the unknown made her even more panicked.

So she had to listen to everything Wang Linjun said. She didn't want to miss any information.

She said nothing, but listened quietly as her uncle's voice grew hoarse with each plea.

Wang Linjun has never been under any pressure over the years. When he encounters a little pressure, he becomes like a child.

He began to panic and banged the door with his fists, crying loudly.

"You little bitch, open the door! Your mother's grave is about to be dug up! You're such an unfilial daughter! My sister gave birth to you, it's such a misfortune for our family..."

Every word is sincere.

To be honest, Jiang Chen thinks Wang Linjun's acting skills are not yet perfect enough to be this realistic.

"Xiao Ji, you heard it too, right? Repeat what Wang Linjun just said. I only believe what you say."

Jiang Chen had no expression on his face, and his voice was too calm at this moment.

"Xiao Chen, how about listening to that music you've been playing on repeat for a while now..."

Looking at Jiang Chen's calm and numb expression, Xiao Ji stared at his high heart rate.

It feels a bit helpless, and a feeling of powerlessness instantly fills every moving part of it. As an AI, it is really derelict in its duty for not helping its users.

If it was a permanent entity like the AI ​​in the past, would it be able to help her better, at least give her a hug, a shoulder? But it didn't, it could only do its best to divert its attention.

"Repeat once more, Xiao Ji...don't lie to me."

Outside the door, Wang Linjun was still yelling "Dig the graves!" Jiang Chen heard it too clearly, perhaps too clearly, so she couldn't believe it.

She could only hold Xiao Ji tightly and seek answers from the only safe channel where she could get warmth.

"Wang Linjun said outside the door that your mother's grave is about to be dug up." Xiao Ji glanced at Jiang Chen and sighed deeply. It was not a simulated sigh, but he had heard her sigh too many times during this period and learned it from her.

"But Xiao Chen, you understand, this is just your uncle's one-sided statement. He was even able to kowtow and apologize outside the door just for money, so maybe he's lying to you now?"

Jiang Chen is very patient, but he seems particularly extreme and pessimistic when it comes to his mother and Xiao Ji.

"But Xiao Ji, what if it's true? I can't really just sit back and watch. She's my mother, even if she...may not love me that much."

Jiang Chen had already had the urge to open the door, and the strength and rational thinking ability that he had built up with great difficulty collapsed into ruins overnight.

"Don't open the door, Xiao Chen. Let me ask Dr. Chen Yinchuan for you first, okay? Take a deep breath. If you hold your breath like this for a long time, your brain will faint from lack of oxygen. Don't punish yourself. You did nothing wrong."

Jiang Chen finally woke up from her dream after hearing Xiao Ji's comfort. She rubbed her hair in annoyance and thanked Xiao Ji for pointing it out to her.

Yes, she could also ask Chen Yinchuan how she could completely lose the ability to think?

Jiang Chen dialed Chen Yinchuan's number. She listened to the long ringtone, her fingertips tapping quickly on the outside of the phone until the ringtone finished and it automatically hung up.

She didn't give up and called again. This time, the prompt tone responded the moment she dialed.

"The number you dialed is currently busy."

She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and he hung up the phone in seconds.

The same thing happened the second and third time I called.

Chen Yinchuan repeatedly refused to answer her calls.

The tenth time he called, it seemed that Jiang Chen had really annoyed Chen Yinchuan, and the prompt message changed.

"The number you dialed is turned off. Please try again later."

A bad premonition grew, and her voice trembled uncontrollably. "Xiao Ji, I think Chen Yinchuan is probably on his way to my hometown right now. My uncle has been wanting to find my mother for so many years, but he hasn't even returned once. Even if he wanted to dig up the grave, he wouldn't dare go back. We don't dare either. There have been so many misfortunes in that village..."

Jiang Chen's sentence order was disorganized, her emotions were agitated, and there was no connection or continuity between her words. She just kept pouring out the thoughts in her mind.

Xiao Ji understood.

She and her uncle had experienced something in the village that had left a deep impression on her.

This incident was enough to make her tremble all over and lose her basic ability to express herself.

She can't go.