I am a super cop

In the study, the white-haired old man was surrounded by four people. He didn't even dare to look in the direction of Gu Chen. He just stood there blankly, completely at a loss.

Of course, the reason why Gu Chen and others "attacked" the white-haired old man was because they found Nie Ping's dismantled screenshot of the Eagle Totem Button and decided to ask the white-haired old man for details.

After all, this verified everyone's previous guesses about Nie Ping.

Nie Ping has indeed begun to dismantle and analyze the buttons of the eagle totem.

As for Nie Ping's death by drowning, Gu Chen also felt that there was something fishy about it. At least he was not sure yet whether it was really what the white-haired old man and Hu Shirley said.

It was because Hu Shirley married someone else that Nie Ping jumped into the river and died in love.

But one thing is very suspicious, that is, Hu Shirley has been subjected to various harassments.

As for the target of harassment, it seems that the target has always been on the button of the eagle totem.

But with Nie Ping's death, the mysterious man who harassed Hu Shirley seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Gu Chen didn't know. Was it because the other party took away Nie Ping's eagle totem button?Or did the harassment stop for some other reason.

Of course, it might be possible that the other party took away the button of the eagle totem from Nie Ping, and then caused Nie Ping to drown.

But the premise is that the other party must put an exact replica on Nie Ping.

Only in this way will suspicion not be aroused, and after the other party has achieved their goal, they can also choose to disappear and stop harassing Hu Shirley.

There is another possibility that Nie Ping had actually discovered the secret of the Eagle Totem button a long time ago, so he made a copy of the Eagle Totem button for himself and kept wearing it.

The other party may have used some means to cause Nie Ping to drown.

However, the other party took away Nie Ping's buttons and put a replica on Nie Ping's body.

But the other party didn't actually know that the button of the eagle totem he took away was actually copied by Nie Ping.

Of course, as for what kind of result?Gu Chen felt that it still depended on whether the white-haired old man was willing to tell the truth.

Therefore, Gu Chen now wants to join forces with Lu Weiwei, Officer Wang and Yuan Shasha to put some pressure on him.

But it was obvious that the white-haired old man's heart was not as strong as imagined, and even a little fragile.

It was obvious that the white-haired old man was a little overwhelmed by the questioning just now.

"Old man, have you thought about it? We are also helping you. After all, we are also police. You can trust us. We can't harm you, right?"

Officer Wang saw that the white-haired old man seemed to have lost his guard, and wanted to add fuel to the fire.

But obviously, Officer Wang's fire was somewhat effective. The white-haired old man choked up and then said slowly:

"Actually, this is actually what my son told me."

"What did you say? What did your son tell you? Could you please explain it clearly?" Seeing that the white-haired old man was speaking ambiguously, Lu Weiwei also urged.

"Okay." The white-haired old man sighed heavily and said helplessly:

"Anyway, what's going to come will come. Okay, I'll tell you everything."

Seeing that the white-haired old man seemed to be unable to resist everyone's questioning, Gu Chen quickly adjusted the angle of the law enforcement recorder and pointed it at the white-haired old man.

He casually took out his notebook and asked: "Uncle, please tell me everything you know."

"This time, I hope you won't hide anything. This is not a good choice for you or us."

"I understand." Seeing that Gu Chen had already mentioned this, the white-haired old man sighed helplessly:

"Actually, I also suspect that my son's death may not be that simple, because he seemed to have had a premonition before."

"Wait a minute." After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Yuan Shasha quickly interrupted:
"I would like to ask, what do you mean by that premonition?"

"It's about my son's safety," the white-haired old man said.

Yuan Shasha stretched out her hand and said, "Please continue."

"it is good."

The white-haired old man nodded silently and couldn't help but said: "Actually, my son felt weird after wearing the eagle totem that his ex-girlfriend gave him."

"I often see that when he comes home from vacation, he starts to shut himself in his study, which is where he is now."

"I never knew what he was doing hiding in the study? Sometimes he didn't even eat."

"However, my son also has his own temper. When he closes the door, he doesn't want others to disturb his work."

Looking around, the white-haired old man pointed at some handicrafts on the wall and said:
"It's the things on the walls that he likes to mess with, but it requires absolute concentration."

"And I also said, what does my son like to do? I agree with both hands. Anyway, even if his hobby costs more money, I can still afford it."

After a pause, the white-haired old man also sighed and continued:

"After all, as I told you, sending him to study art cost me an apartment."

"Okay, uncle, we have already mastered these things. Can you tell us what we have not mastered?" Gu Chen saw that if he allowed the white-haired old man to express himself freely, he seemed to have no focus in what he said.

Say what comes to mind.

Gu Chen felt that it was necessary for him to guide him.

"Okay." Faced with Gu Chen's reminder, the white-haired old man nodded silently and asked Gu Chen:
"Where were we talking?"

"Speaking of your son working in the study, he doesn't want to be disturbed." Before Gu Chen could speak, Yuan Shasha hurriedly replied.

"Yes, it was my son who didn't want to be disturbed. But one day, I heard my son in the study roaring like crazy."

"I knew that he must have encountered a big problem or encountered some troubles."

"And at that time, it was already past dinner time, and I didn't know when he would come out to eat. The food had already been heated twice."

"So, I quietly opened the door to the study and wanted to ask my son, what happened?"

"Then what did you see?" Officer Wang asked.

"What did I see?" The white-haired old man was stunned and couldn't help but said:

"I saw my son, Nie Ping, messing up his hair and lying on the floor."

Sighing heavily, the white-haired old man also said with lingering fear: "At that time, I was shocked. What happened to this child? Why is he so crazy that he is lying on the floor?"

"Uncle." After the white-haired old man finished speaking, Lu Weiwei quickly asked:

"Does your son Nie Ping usually show such excitement?"

"Normally?" The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said:

"He rarely does this. Generally speaking, he only appears in this crazy state when he suffers a major blow."

Taking a deep breath, the white-haired old man tried to calm down and then said again:
"His academic performance has been very good since he was a child, and he was among the top in the class. But one time, he failed a math test. He was so angry that he lay on the ground and refused to get up for a long time. It took me a long time to persuade him."

After thinking for a while, the white-haired old man added: "Another time, he participated in an art competition to commemorate something. He was very satisfied with the entry he made."

"I have even begun to imagine him standing on the podium to receive the award."

"But who would have thought that on the way to the selection venue with his entries, he was hit by a will-o'-the-wisp boy riding a motorcycle."

"The entries were smashed to pieces and knocked over several times."

With a faint sigh, the white-haired old man also looked helpless:
"I just remember that that day, he was lying in the hospital ward, roaring and unwilling, because after receiving the award, he could meet a foreign artist."

"And the works of that artist, my son Nie Ping, can only be seen through some art magazines."

After finishing his words, the white-haired old man looked around and quickly fixed his gaze on the desk.

So the white-haired old man hurriedly took a few steps forward, rummaged through several stacked art magazines on the table, and quickly found one of them. He quickly took it into his hand and showed it to Gu Chen and others:
"Yes, that's this artist. My son has been interested in his works of art since he was a child."

"When the artist went to Shanghai to hold an art exhibition, my son asked me to take him there. At that time, he could only stand in the crowd from a distance and watch the artist being interviewed."

"In order to see the artist up close, my son participated in the competition where the artist personally selected and awarded the prize."

At this point, the white-haired old man also sighed helplessly: "But it was because of the unexpected car accident that he missed the entry for the work and had to lie in a hospital bed for more than a week before he could get out of bed."

"That time, he also showed this crazy behavior, and then there was the time I saw him that night."

"Is that the time your son was lying on the floor of this study?" Gu Chen confirmed.

"Yes." After hearing Gu Chen's words, the white-haired old man nodded fiercely:

"So, judging from my son's crazy behavior that time, I felt that things must not be simple. He must have suffered some kind of major blow."

"Could it be that Hu Shirley broke up with him and caused him to behave like this?" Yuan Shasha asked.

Originally everyone thought it would be like this, but the white-haired old man shook his head.

"Isn't it because of this?" Officer Wang saw this and said in disbelief:

"Then what could be more crazy than your son breaking up with his ex-girlfriend Hu Xueli?"

"Harmful!" Hearing Officer Wang say this, the white-haired old man also sighed, and then said seriously:
"Actually, at the beginning, I was very confused. I felt like what happened to my son?"

"I know that based on the previous two situations, my son must have suffered some kind of major setback."

After a pause, the white-haired old man looked at everyone with complicated eyes and continued:
"Also, at the beginning, I was just like you, thinking that my son was experiencing emotional problems, but it was not the case at all."

"What's the problem?" Lu Weiwei asked curiously.

The white-haired old man sighed, raised his head, looked at Gu Chen and the others and said:

"He said he might be in big trouble, and if not, his life might be in danger."

"What's so serious?" Officer Wang was also very nervous after hearing what the white-haired old man said.

But the white-haired old man shook his head and said helplessly: "He said that he couldn't tell me. He also said that the less I know, the better, otherwise it would be bad for me."

"What happened next?" Gu Chen asked.

"Later?" The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows and said with a look of horror:

"Later, I asked him, what happened to my son that I can't know about? If you cause trouble outside, you provoke some people you can't afford."

"It's okay. Our family has money. I said I can help you settle things with money."

Seeing the white-haired old man acting out the scene with great emotion, Gu Chen just nodded slightly and continued: "What happened next? What was your son's reaction?"

"Later? Later..."

After saying this, the white-haired old man began to choke, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"Later, my son was lying on the floor and told me that this matter couldn't be settled with money. He told me not to ask any more questions."

"He also told me that he was going to the Magic City. If he was lucky, things could be settled, but if he was unlucky, he might have to explain where he was."

Sobbing, the white-haired old man covered his face in sadness, as if what happened a few years ago was reappearing in front of him.

That feeling of sadness even began to spread.

Seeing this, Lu Weiwei quickly comforted her: "Uncle, please don't be sad. Please explain the matter clearly. We will help you get justice for the rest."

After a pause, Lu Weiwei said again: "What happened next? What happened next?"

"What happened next? Haha." The white-haired old man said with a tearful voice and choked with sobs:

"You also know what happened later. My son died. Some people said that he committed suicide by jumping into the river in Shanghai because of the fruitless relationship."

"They all say that my son died in love, but I always feel that's not the case. It's definitely not the case."

"So that's it?" After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Gu Chen suddenly realized and quickly said:
"That means you yourself know that your son did not commit suicide in love?"

"Yes." Facing Gu Chen, the white-haired old man nodded slowly.

At this moment, even his nose was red.

"Is that so?" Gu Chen took a breath, and after walking back and forth twice in front of everyone, he slowly said:

"It seems that what I guessed before is correct. There seems to be another article here. It seems that things are not that simple."

"Isn't it?" The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed helplessly:
"If I hadn't encountered my son roaring and going crazy in this study before, maybe I wouldn't have this idea."

"Perhaps, like others, I will believe that my son committed suicide for love."

"Because he really loves that Hu Shirley. He even discussed with me what the future will be like if he marries Hu Shirley?" After a brief squeak, the white-haired old man continued: "That night, When I see my son like that, I sit cross-legged next to him.”

After a pause, the white-haired old man suddenly looked around, pointed at Lu Weiwei's feet and said:
"Yes, that's right, he was lying where you are standing now."

Hearing this, Lu Weiwei looked down at the wooden floor and quickly took a step back.

At this moment, the white-haired old man seemed to be taking part in it. He quickly quickened his pace, walked to Lu Weiwei, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Looking up at Gu Chen, the white-haired old man also choked and said:

"I was sitting here and I asked him, what's going on? I haven't seen him like this in a long time."

"I also asked him, does he need me to accompany him to the Magic City?"

"Then what did he say?" Lu Weiwei asked.

"He said, he said..." After thinking briefly for a few seconds, the white-haired old man also said slowly:

"He said that this matter started because of him and he must solve it by himself."

"I suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness that I couldn't help my son. I choked and asked my son, what on earth did you get into? But he didn't tell me. After asking me for some money, a few days later So I went to the Magic City."

Hearing this, Gu Chen couldn't help but frown, and quickly asked:

"Uncle, did your son tell you anything before he left home?"

Seeing the white-haired old man shaking his head, Gu Chen asked again: "Then did he leave anything for you?"

"What have you left behind?" The white-haired old man was stunned and said with raised eyebrows:
"He left me an object."

"What is it?" Feeling almost anxious, Lu Weiwei, Officer Wang and Yuan Shasha also asked in unison.

The white-haired old man sighed and said slowly: "It's the button with the eagle pattern."

"Isn't that your son's relic? Isn't it always worn on your son?" Lu Weiwei said quickly.

"No." The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed helplessly, choking and saying:

"The one my son wore before was given to him by his ex-girlfriend, the woman named Shirley Hu."

"However, when he went to the Magic City that time and for the last time, he was only wearing an imitation."

"Imitation? You mean, that thing is fake?" Officer Wang raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." The white-haired old man nodded slowly: "That thing at that time was indeed fake."

"Is that true?" Yuan Shasha asked quickly.

"Really... I have been hiding it in a secret place."

"Huh!" After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Officer Wang also sighed and said:

"The eagle totem button placed in the wooden box on the second floor of your shop has always been fake? No wonder you just put it there casually without fear of being stolen."

"There is nothing I can do about it. My son told me." Faced with Officer Wang's remarks, the white-haired old man said casually.

Seeing what the old man said, Gu Chen sat cross-legged beside him, keeping eye level with the white-haired old man, and said, "What do you say?"

"My son said it." Seeing Gu Chen sitting cross-legged on the floor, everyone else followed suit. Sitting cross-legged around him, the white-haired old man's excited mood began to slowly become calmer and slower. Xu said:

"My son said that if something happens to him and he sees the eagle-patterned button, he can keep it on the second floor of our store."

"It would be even better if it could be packed in a beautiful wooden box."

With a faint sigh, the white-haired old man said helplessly: "Although I didn't know it at the time, what was the purpose of my son saying that?"

"But later, my son drowned, and the eagle-patterned button on his body became his relic."

"It was just a routine thing for me to put the eagle-patterned button in a beautiful wooden box and put it on the second floor of the store."

"Did you know at that time that the eagle totem button worn on your son's body was fake?" Gu Chen asked.

"I know." The white-haired old man nodded slowly and said involuntarily:

"From the moment I saw my son's body, I discovered that it was different from the imitation he was wearing when he left Jiangnan City and went to the Magic City. It looked like another piece of clothing. Counterfeit.”

"I can still see this."

"Oh my god!" After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Lu Weiwei couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Joined, the one placed on the second floor of your shop has always been a fake relic. So the button of the eagle totem that the mysterious man tried so hard to get is still in your possession?"

"Yes." After hearing what Lu Weiwei said, the white-haired old man nodded without hesitation and said:
"They all seem to want to get that button, but there is only one button. I can't give it to them no matter what."

"Do you have the button in your hand?" Gu Chen said.

The white-haired old man nodded: "Yes, that button has been handed over to me for safekeeping since my son left home for the last time."

"My son told me that as long as I keep the button in my hand, I'll be fine."

"Although I don't know why he said that? But now it seems that this has directly blessed my peaceful life in the past few years."

"Some time ago, I noticed that the light at the stairwell of my shop was on, and I realized that the trouble that seemed to be coming had already arrived."

"So you already knew that so many things would happen?" After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Gu Chen finally understood.

It turns out that the white-haired old man is actually a smart man, and he has been pretending to be crazy and acting stupid with everyone.

Moreover, all this was explained by Nie Ping, and it seemed that he was also trying to protect his father's safety.

But all this seems to have broken the balance due to some factor.

Especially when Gu Chen thought that when he contacted Nie Ping's ex-girlfriend, Hu Xueli, last night, Hu Shirley suddenly had to rush all night to Jiangnan City.

But Gu Chen felt that Hu Shirley seemed to be a nostalgic person, and at least wanted to take this opportunity to come to Jiangnan City to visit the dead Nie Ping.

Even now Nie Ping has long been turned into ashes and buried in the cemetery.

But now after communicating with Nie Ping's father, Gu Chen clearly realized that Hu Xueli's arrival was not that simple.

Perhaps she also came here for the real eagle totem button.

Thinking of this, Gu Chen couldn't help but take a breath.

The situation seems to be getting more and more complicated.

"Uncle, please continue talking." Gu Chen said.

"Okay." The white-haired old man calmed down and said slowly:

"I had a premonition that day that there was an uninvited guest at home, and someone might have broken into my home."

"Then you still hung up the soul-calling bell? And you said your son might come back?" Yuan Shasha also reminded.

However, the white-haired old man at this moment smiled and said: "I do this and say this just to confuse outsiders."

"If I don't say this, those uninvited guests may think that I have a clear mind and will suspect me."

With a heavy sigh, the white-haired old man shook his head helplessly: "I'm already old, and I don't want to get involved in this kind of thing now."

"I had doubts about my son's death and wanted to investigate. However, all the evidence proves that my son did die in love."

"Moreover, many witnesses saw these, so I can't help it."

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man also started sobbing.

Seeing this, Lu Weiwei quickly took out her tissue and handed it to the white-haired old man: "Don't be sad, it's all over."

"Thank you." After sniffing, the white-haired old man sighed heavily, dipped a tissue into the tears at the corner of his eyes, and then continued:

"I know that if my son was harmed by someone, it would be difficult for me to stand up alone."

"I need help, but I can't find anyone to help me. Moreover, I am weak and it is impossible to defeat the opponent."

"The only thing I can do is do nothing, that's what my son told me."

Sad emotions welled up in his heart, and the white-haired old man could no longer suppress his inner emotions, and he sobbed and said:

"My son wants me to be well, and I can only live well. Now, I don't know what to do."

"Okay, who is the other party? We really don't know yet, but please rest assured that if your son really dies unexpectedly, then we will definitely take care of it to the end."

"No matter who the other party is? No matter what background the other party has? Please believe us."

Gu Chen also saw the bad mood of the white-haired old man at the moment, and wanted to use his own way to give him more comfort.

At least from now on, Gu Chen has won the trust of the white-haired old man.

This kind of trust is more honest than when I first met him.

And this kind of frankness is definitely of great help to Gu Chen.

"Thank you, thank you so much." After sniffing, the white-haired old man also choked and said:
"It was my fault yesterday. I shouldn't have hidden anything from you. The main thing is that I am really not sure, especially since you told me that someone had sneaked into my store."

"I was even told that someone was lurking in the building opposite my house and secretly monitoring my every move."

"From that moment on, I knew that if I did anything unusual, disaster would be waiting for me."

"I can understand." Nodding silently, Gu Chen also patted the white-haired old man on the shoulder and comforted him:
"But you can rest assured now that you can completely trust us in this matter."

After a pause, Gu Chen continued: "So, can you tell us now where the button of the real eagle totem is?"

"But...it's okay." After repeated communication with Gu Chen, the white-haired old man also saw that Gu Chen and others really wanted to help him.

"It's... buried under a big camphor tree on our side."

"Why are they buried under the big camphor tree?" Lu Weiwei was also very curious after hearing this.

The white-haired old man quickly explained: "I don't dare to put that thing at home, for fear that thieves will notice it. After all, what secret is hidden in it? I don't know."

"And that old camphor tree is a protected plant here. No one dares to touch it, so I thought it would be safest to bury things there."

Taking a deep breath, the white-haired old man also said earnestly: "Actually, I have always had a wish in my heart, and that is to find out the cause of my son's death."

"However, the people over there in the capital decided that it was suicide, but I know that this matter is definitely not that simple."

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, the white-haired old man continued: "I just want to know, why did my son tell me these things before going to the devil's capital?"

"For him to say these things means that he has encountered a lot of trouble, and he may be going to solve this trouble."

"But once I left, I never came back. If I didn't stop here, I'm afraid those people would find me one day."

Pointing at himself, the white-haired old man also choked and said: "I have already seen a lot, and I feel like I have no hope in this life."

"If I can find out what happened to my son, I will have no regrets even if I die."

"Old man, please don't say that." Seeing that the white-haired old man was too sad, Lu Weiwei comforted her:
"Okay, now you take us to the old camphor tree, dig out the things, and leave the rest to us, okay?"

"Okay! Just say yes!" At this moment, the white-haired old man had nothing else to ask for. He felt that meeting Gu Chen's team was more like an entrustment.

Entrust yourself with the secret that has been buried in your heart for a long time.

With the support of the white-haired old man, everyone quickly drove to the location of the ancient camphor tree.

Because this area used to be a rural suburb, there are many ancient trees of all kinds, and they are all well protected.

There is even a big banyan tree. Because it is located in the center of the road, Jiangnan City built a fence specifically for the big banyan tree when building the road.

All vehicles, when passing the big banyan tree, need to go around the narrow lanes on both sides of the big banyan tree.

The ancient camphor tree that the white-haired old man was talking about is located at the foot of a mountain.

There is a group of ancient camphor trees here, and all the camphor trees are basically over a hundred years old.

As the prototype of the ancient camphor tree in front of him got closer and closer, the white-haired old man pointed to one of the big camphor trees and said, "That's this tree. This tree is near the foot of the mountain."

"I remember that I buried things here. Anyway, you can just park here."

"Okay." Listening to the white-haired old man's reminder, Gu Chen made a turn and parked the vehicle firmly at the foot of the ancient camphor tree.

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