While Wu Sizhen was dealing with the matters in Yang Daguang's hometown.
Wu Erbai had also found Mu Xuehai based on the clues from the murals in the secret chamber. Previously, Wu Sizhen had broken into the secret chamber and did not continue to investigate the restoration of the murals.
Wu Erbai had a wider network, so he was more capable than Wu Tianzhen and the others in finding people.
Second Capital brought Wu Erbai into an old building. These old houses were dilapidated. As soon as they walked into the corridor, they could smell a moldy smell.
"This person is one of the participants in Project 044. His name is Mu Xuehai, but he suddenly disappeared in the 1980s.”Second Capital stood at the door and knocked on the door while introducing Wu Erbai.
Then, they touched the door handle and realized that the door was only ajar. The two of them pushed the door open and entered.
The interior of the room was rather simple. Paintbrushes and lunch boxes were scattered on the table, and the room was covered with papers with strange patterns.
The two of them followed the sound from the bedroom and went in. However, there was no trace of anyone in the narrow space.
Looking around the Second Capital, the only place where someone could hide was under the bed. As expected, the Second Capital lifted the bedsheet and saw a dirty man curled up under it. He was haggard and crazy, and his sparse long hair was scattered messily.
"Come out."
Second Capital reached out and pulled the man out, but the man looked terrified.
No matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be mentally ill.
Before the two of them could ask anything, Mu Xuehai broke down and said,
"I can't draw it. I really can't draw it. Don't raise me anymore.”
Wu Erbai and Second Capital looked at each other, not understanding what he was saying for a moment. The scribbles on the wall should have been his work all along.
"What are you drawing?"
"I'm drawing thunder, drawing thunder."
Mu Xuehai said with a trembling voice. Although he was crazy, he could still barely talk to people.
However, when Wu Erbai asked about Yang Daguang again, Mu Xuehai began to say something that was difficult to understand,
"I'm not going. I can't piece together the mural.”
"Don't force me, don't force me…"
After hearing Yang Daguang's words, Mu Xuehai became excited and his words did not match.
If Mu Xuehai had been drawing in this place since the 1980s, staring at the pile of paper every day, anyone would have gone crazy.
There would be no results if he continued to ask. It was better to send him to the hospital for treatment for a period of time.
Wu Erbai pushed Mu Xuehai towards Second Capital and said,
"Send someone to investigate. This guy has been living here for so many years. Who is in charge of his food and daily life?”
"Also, get a doctor to diagnose him immediately and see if you can get anything out of him.”
Second Capital responded and brought Mu Xuehai out.
Wu Erbai was left alone in Mu Xuehai's room. The paper was like a black pen drawn on a ghost, and it was difficult to distinguish the meaning.
Among all the drawing papers, the most eye-catching one was the photo album on the table. Wu Erbai flipped it open and saw a familiar face in the photo album.
Qi Jin.
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In Mount Wu Residence.
Wu Tianzhen was wearing a sweater and was lying on the table, recording something. Wu Sizhen had nothing to do in the room, so he simply stuck his head out to see what Wu Tianzhen had written.
The result was nothing more than a record of the mudslide incident in Yang Daguang's hometown. A few people found cultural relics such as bronze bells and murals inside.
Those two murals were really a pity. With their exquisiteness and preservation, they could be sold for a high price if they were brought out.
However, be it the chime bells or the murals, they had all been destroyed by the mudslide.
Wu Sizhen glanced at Wu Tianzhen's last question. It was nothing more than a question about Third Uncle's relationship with Tinglei.
Just as Wu Tian finished his last stroke, Wu Sizhen leaned over and said,"
"You're still writing in your diary, Little Tian?"
Wu Tian was really focused and was shocked by his words. When he heard his cheap voice, he was most likely being sarcastic again.
"This is a historical record, okay? It can be kept in the future.”
"The historical record is still in charge of your third uncle's problem. Isn't this a little too personal?”
Wu Tianzhen was speechless and could only stare at him. Wu Sizhen shrugged indifferently and said,"
"I'm just teasing you. You're anxious again. My third brother's matters should be handled step by step.”
Wu Tianzhen put down his pen and paused for a moment as if he was thinking about something. Then, he asked Wu Sizhen,
"When you were in Yang Daguang's hometown, did you take something out of the water and put it away?”
"You are embezzling the cultural relics…"
"No way. You're talking about me?"
Wu Sizhen saw that Wu Tianzhen was about to lecture him with righteous words, so he quickly reached out his hand and made a pause gesture.
"Don't read it, don't read it. That thing is for your third uncle.”
"Back then, I just packed up and got Tangtang to ask around.”
Wu Tianzhen looked at Wu Sizhen and felt a little relieved. Whether it was strength or ability, he was a person who could share the burden.
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The next morning, Wu Tian coughed all night. Out of concern, Wu Sizhen decisively locked the door of the house and told him to stay at home and rest.
Then, they followed Tangtang to the location of the relic restoration craftsmen he mentioned.
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