Chapter 162 Hello, I need a lighter
All sixteen statues disappeared overnight, leaving only a pile of incense ash.
Jiang Peng stared blankly at the empty table in front of him. The next second, with a "bang," he crashed to the ground!
The secretary sleeping next door woke up in a second and scrambled out of the room.
"What's wrong, Mr. Jiang! Would you like some incense? I'll light some for you right now!"
But when I looked up, I was stunned.
"Where is the...the idol?"
Turning my head, I saw Jiang Peng lying face down on the ground.
He was startled and quickly tried to help the person up.
But as soon as he reached out, Jiang Peng grabbed his other intact hand tightly, his bloodshot eyes glaring at him, his voice trembling.
"Did...did you take it?!"
"Didn't I tell you that I need to burn incense every two hours?! Take it back right now!"
The secretary was so frightened by his horrified appearance that she stammered, "I...I didn't, Mr. Jiang!"
"How could I dare to take the statue away without your orders!"
"Please...please wait a moment. I'll have the security guard check the surveillance footage. Maybe the nurses on rounds took it. Don't worry! I'll go ask them!"
Jiang Peng slammed his fist on the floor: "Investigate now! Investigate right now!"
"Wait! I'll investigate myself!"
In the hospital's monitoring room, the security guard stared at the scene with a strange expression.
A middle-aged man in a wheelchair, wearing a hospital gown and unable to move easily, was reviewing the surveillance footage outside his ward from the previous night, frame by frame.
His eyes were wide open; it was quite frightening.
A young man in a suit and tie stood to the side, staring nervously at the screen.
A young security guard couldn't help but speak up: "Sir, how about we..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled away by an older security guard. "Never mind him. Didn't you hear about yesterday's gossip? That's the CEO of the Jiang family. He ruined Madam Jiang's charity auction yesterday while trying to pick up Buddhist beads."
"A message just came from the top floor saying that a bunch of idols he brought over last night are gone, so they came here to check the security footage."
The young security guards were completely bewildered: "No way, we've seen superstitious people before, but we've never seen anyone this superstitious!"
"Hiss—I feel a little terrified. All the statues are gone?"
A group of people instinctively looked over. In front of the screen, Jiang Peng's face was ashen, and his eyes were widening as he stared at the monitor.
He muttered to himself, "How could it disappear... how could it vanish!"
He suddenly turned around and demanded, "Did you delete the records?!"
The security guard waved his hands repeatedly: "No, why would we tamper with the surveillance cameras!"
Jiang Peng grabbed a water glass and smashed it on the ground!
He slammed his fist on the table: "Why did my idol disappear if I didn't delete it?!"
"Why did it disappear even though I didn't delete it?!"
The security guards were all startled and quickly backed away.
The secretary next to him quickly stopped him, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, calm down. Maybe there's a problem with the surveillance. Please go back first, and I'll investigate for you slowly!"
Tu Yao and Nan Ke walked into the hospital lobby, just as Jiang Peng was being pushed out by his secretary, who was half-persuading and half-comforting him.
"Don't worry, someone must have taken it on purpose. I'll get a professional to authenticate it in a bit."
Jiang Peng was panting heavily, his face still deathly pale. The next second, he looked ahead and his pupils suddenly contracted!
The wheelchair was suddenly blocked!
He spat out a few words through gritted teeth: "Tu! Xiao! Mao!"
Nan Ke was sensitive to sound and immediately caught the voice that was clearly filled with resentment. The gentleness in his eyes disappeared, and he immediately glanced at it coldly.
Jiang Peng stiffened under the gaze.
Tu Yao tilted her head and saw the man in the wheelchair who looked even more disheveled than yesterday. She blinked.
Koike is quick...
She waved with a smile, "You called me."
Jiang Peng was instantly so angry that his chest ached. "Tu Xiaomao!"
Thinking of something, he suddenly regained his usual gentleness, his tone turning sinister: "Tu Xiaomao, I already know that the old lady has booked a month-long recuperation package here under Cormier's name."
"Stop pretending. She's actually dying, isn't she? That's why you stopped us from going to see her yesterday!"
“You deliberately broke my prayer beads yesterday.”
Tu Yao's eyes instantly turned cold.
Even at this point, they were still concerned about Madam Jiang's health.
After a moment of silence, Tu Yao walked over with a solemn expression: "Since that's the case... then I'll tell you the truth."
Jiang Peng's eyes widened slightly: "What truth?"
The next second, she said with a sincere expression, "Actually... I didn't break your prayer beads."
Jiang Peng was stunned. "Wh...what?"
Tu Yao sighed and repeated, "I said I didn't pull your prayer beads."
"To be honest, I was going to pull it, but as soon as I touched it, your prayer beads broke on their own."
She snorted, "So you can't blame it on me!"
After saying that, she seemed to have anticipated it and quickly stepped back, hiding behind Nan Ke.
Sure enough, Jiang Peng suddenly went berserk, lunged forward, and fell off his wheelchair!
He stared at her in disbelief!
"What did you say! What do you mean the prayer beads broke on their own?!"
"Second Brother! Run! He's going crazy!"
Tu Yao grabbed Nan Ke and walked quickly forward.
Jiang Peng was still roaring behind him: "Tu Xiaomao, you wait! Once I'm discharged from the hospital, I won't let you get away with this!"
Nan Ke paused for a moment, then continued walking forward as if he hadn't noticed anything.
He tightened his grip on Tu Yao's arm slightly, lowered his eyes, and asked softly, "Are you scared?"
Tu Yao immediately shook her head: "Don't be afraid, he's the one who's scared now. Brother, don't be scared either."
"I have plenty of ways to deal with him!"
Nan Ke's eyes were gentle as he soothingly patted her head. "You're so amazing. If your brother starts swearing again today, don't make me take his place."
Tu Yao pouted: "It's because my older brother won't let me listen. You'll have to talk to him about it."
The brother and sister continued walking while chatting.
A few steps later, the tall, slender young man suddenly turned his head.
The gentleness in her eyes vanished instantly, and she stared blankly at the man in front of her.
...
Behind him, Jiang Peng seemed startled by Tu Yao's words.
"Did the prayer beads break on their own?"
"How could it break by itself?"
"Today...the statue of the deity also suddenly disappeared..."
He grabbed his secretary and ordered in a trembling voice, "You...you go check the surveillance footage right now, see if someone is behind this, and find someone to get a new idol! Go now!"
"At the latest, half an hour! I want to see all the statues! Not one less!"
"No! This time, you must bring me five of each kind of idol!"
"Five seats?!" The secretary was stunned.
There must be dozens of statues in total, isn't that like doing wholesale?
The secretary nodded repeatedly, still shocked, "I...I understand! I'll go buy it, no, I'll go ask for it!"
He hurriedly dialed a number.
"Hey, could you please give me five more sandalwood statues that I ordered last time? Yes! I need them right now, delivered to the hospital!"
Nan Ke curled the corners of her lips, turned around, and continued walking forward.
...
In the ward, the housekeeper reported the scene downstairs in detail.
After listening, Madam Jiang took off her silver-chain glasses and squinted.
Jiang Peng is more ruthless and cunning than other members of the collateral branches, and has a lot of blood on his hands. However, he is also extremely clever and cunning, and he is extra careful in finishing up the work.
She was originally planning to deal with the person, but then an accident happened to Feng Chun's family, and she herself took several years to recover.
By the time she recovered, she was already old, while Jiang Peng had successfully squeezed into the board of directors.
That's why the progress was put on hold.
She knew that Jiang Peng was superstitious, and everyone else knew it too.
Everyone assumed that he was aware that he had done many immoral things, so he sought atonement from gods and the earth.
I just never expected it to reach such a crazy level.
Madam Jiang frowned. "If I hadn't investigated back then and confirmed that Fengchun's incident was indeed a natural accident, I would have suspected that he was behind it."
After a pause, she couldn't help but ask, "Liqing, do you think it was really an accident?"
He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, how could it not be an accident?"
The butler remained silent for a long time.
Madam Jiang regained her senses. "...Liqing, since he thinks I'm about to die, you can make your move now."
"Let's give Xiao Mao a piece of his mind too."
The housekeeper sighed softly, "Yes, it's a good opportunity to vent Xiao Mao's anger. He just said he wasn't going to let her off the hook."
Madam Jiang's eyes flashed sharply in an instant, "Is that so!"
"I want to see if he can walk out of this hospital unscathed!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside the ward.
The old lady immediately dropped her stern demeanor and said with a smile, "...Is this Xiao Mao? Come in quickly."
Outside the ward, Tu Yao was about to push the door open when Nan Ke suddenly grabbed the handle.
Tu Yao asked in confusion, "Second Brother?"
Nan Ke's eyebrows curved gently as she softly reminded, "We've come empty-handed again, twice in a row. This isn't good. I'll go downstairs and buy something for the old lady."
Tu Yao immediately became serious: "What you said makes sense!"
Nan Ke smiled and said, "Alright, you can go in first."
After saying that, he watched her enter the ward.
As soon as the door closed, Nan Ke turned and walked towards the elevator.
There is a convenience store on the first floor of the hospital's inpatient department, where patients' families often buy daily necessities.
There were more people around today, and he navigated his way through the crowded streets.
"Excuse me, may I pass?"
As I walked to the front desk, I helped a young girl who had sprained her ankle, saying, "Be careful."
The girl quickly thanked her.
Nan Ke smiled as usual, "You're welcome."
Then he turned to the shop assistant and said gently, "Hello, I'd like a lighter."
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