Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

This situation was exactly what Chen wanted. He was overjoyed and immediately put on the airs of a superior.

"It just so happens that I have already booked a room in the hotel. You can come and stay with me. You are unfamiliar with Victoria and I am worried that you will get lost and kidnapped by strange people. For safety reasons, you can stay in the same room with me. This is an order from my boss, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Feng Qingyu pretended that she couldn't see through Chen Sir's little thoughts. Playing dumb could save her a lot of trouble.

The two of them calmed down and set out on a journey to investigate the pendant.

Fifteen minutes later, the car drove into Carragher Street, a famous pedestrian shopping street in Toronto County. No large or small cars were allowed to enter and had to park at designated parking spots.

Although not being able to drive in will bring some obstacles to the investigation, the advantage is that you can take a close look at every store and every corner around you.

"The first store here is No. 215. Go west and the numbers will increase. You will soon find No. 331. But... this note is a bit old. In the past years, a region must have changed a lot. Stores on the commercial street have changed, and relocation is even more common. Maybe Vic has moved away a long time ago, or... died. Maybe this person is no longer in Toronto County and has moved to another county."

There are people named "Vic" everywhere, and the note didn't say whether Vic was a surname or a first name, so it was very difficult to find him, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"I have asked for help from my classmates in Victoria. They may be able to help me find this person. Also, Shi Huaiya is also in Victoria now. She just has to deal with some company matters. You can also ask her to help investigate. It is too inefficient for us to investigate alone."

Chen was reluctant, but due to his weak strength and limited ability, it was difficult to find someone in Victoria. He had no choice but to rely on Shi Huaiya's family's intelligence network.

"Let's not alert Missy for now. This is a serious matter. My mother didn't tell anyone the secret in the pendant, so she definitely doesn't want too many people to know. Let's investigate on our own first. If we really don't have any clues, we can look for Missy later."

Feng Qingyu felt embarrassed to owe Shi Huaiya so many favors, and was worried that he could not repay them, so he was embarrassed to trouble her to help him check. There was really no need to trouble others for things that could be solved by one's own ability.

They walked along the street until they arrived at 331 Carragher Street.

No. 331 is a very conspicuous large shop specializing in high-end Western desserts. There are many customers and the sweet smell wafts out of the store. Chen has heard of this store. It has been opened on this street for several years and has a good business. Before the cake shop opened, this place was a bookstore.

"The cake shop... Is Vic a pastry chef? There's so little information, I'm really worried we'll run into a dead end."

Chen set a flag.

Thirteen Bookstore

“Excuse me, is there anyone named Vic in your store?”

Chen and Feng Qingyu walked into the pastry shop, found a man who looked like the store manager, and asked him about the "Vick" mentioned in the note. The store manager happened to be free and was enthusiastic, so he immediately went to the office to find the employee list and looked through it page by page.

He could see that the two men were very anxious, perhaps about something important.

I started flipping through the pages from the first page to the last page, but I still couldn't find anyone named Vic or with the last name Vic. If someone has changed their name, their former name and current name will be listed in the list.

"I'm sorry, ladies, there really isn't the person you're looking for here. I tried my best."

Chen and Feng Qingyu watched him flipping the pages the whole time, not missing a single name, but they didn't find the one they were looking for.

"No, it's me who should say sorry for disturbing your rest and business."

Before leaving, Feng Qingyu bought two cakes. The manager of the pastry shop gave them the contact information of the previous owner of the shop, saying that maybe they could find the person they were looking for.

The previous owner of this shop was a bookstore owner. He used to sell some old books that few people were interested in and were ridiculously expensive on this street. In the end, he had to transfer the shop due to serious losses and switched to a business that was easier to make money.

"The bookstore owner is no longer on Carragher Street. His family has moved to the next block. Let me see, what is the name of the street?"

The handwriting on the new note was illegible. The pastry shop manager's handwriting was not very nice and difficult to recognize. It was similar to the handwriting of doctors in a hospital and only they themselves could understand it.

After looking for a long time, Chen finally understood what it meant.

"It's actually Longmen Street?"

This is very interesting. Longmen Street, as its name suggests, has buildings in the Longmen style and most of the residents are from Longmen. Chen had heard of Longmen Street and had been there several times before.

The shops on the street are all Longmen style, and the food is also liked by Longmen people. Not only Longmen people, but also people from other Da Yan like to live here. It was just named Longmen Street at the beginning, and people got used to it, and finally they were too lazy to change it.

Longmen Street is easier to pronounce than Dayan Street, so this name has been used to this day.

"If he is from Longmen, he might know your mother. Your mother's family also migrated from Longmen many years ago. The manager of the pastry shop said that the used bookstore has been open for nearly 26 years. Calculating the dates, the pastry shop's business years plus the bookstore's business years coincide with the date when this note and pendant were handed over to the housekeeper for safekeeping. That's about your age, ."

After some calm analysis, Chen sorted out the clues and quickly wrote down notes in her notebook that she could understand.

Again, well-reasoned and convincing.

"Mr. Chen, you are amazing. I haven't even figured it out yet, but you have already figured out the general thread."

Feng Qingyu truly felt safe and reliable with Chen, and had no worries about any danger or accidents. Not only was she familiar with Victoria, she also knew the local language, knew many powerful people, and had outstanding abilities.

What an excellent woman.

"Don't flatter me yet, check the stuff, hurry up, action! Get in the car, don't just stand there. If they go to sleep, we'll have to postpone it to the next day. If the bookstore owner happens to be out of town for something or traveling, you'll be in trouble."

Chen's body was full of energy, and she urged Feng Qingyu to act quickly. Feng Qingyu knew what she was thinking, and knew that she was doing it for her own good, so he sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.

The car turned into a gray gust of wind and drove into the driveway, continuing to shuttle through the streets of Toronto County, Victoria.

Longmen Street is a bit far from here, and it takes about 40 minutes to drive there. This time, Chen did not take the main lane because there were too many cars on it, and he had to wait for the traffic lights. It would take at least 50 minutes to go there. Instead, he could save time and arrive at the fastest speed by changing to a small lane that is not the main lane.

She managed to reduce the time from 40 minutes to 20 minutes, and the car arrived at the intersection of Longmen Street without violating traffic regulations and at a fast enough speed. The street was wide and could be entered by car.

This time there is a detailed house number, No. 267, Longmen Street, and you can drive straight to your destination.

Chen Yiton drove the car like a tiger, bypassing various "obstacles" at a speed that could be described as lightning, and arrived at the door of No. 267 Longmen Street in the blink of an eye. This time it was also a bookstore, but the books sold were not old books that no one wanted, but popular books, magazines and comics that kept up with the times.

The boss seemed to have an unusual obsession with books, and Feng Qingyu understood this obsession. The older people get, the more they need emotional sustenance, whether it be in plants, animals, books, or antiques.

There were several young customers in the store who were looking for books. Feng Qingyu walked around them and came to a white-haired old man from the Film tribe wearing an apron. The old man wore a pair of half-worn metal reading glasses, was of medium build and thin, and used his skinny hands to sort the books on the bookshelf.

One of the books slipped through his fingers and was about to hit him on the head.

"Be careful--"

Feng Qingyu had long legs, so he took a quick step forward and used his hand to block the book. The spine of the heavy book hit the back of Feng Qingyu's hand, causing a slight pain.

The bookstore owner was well protected, only Feng Qingyu's back of the hand was bruised by the book. The book was not broken, and she caught it steadily with her other hand and put it back on the bookshelf.

"It's so dangerous."

The bookstore owner held onto the bookshelf, still in shock. It took him a while to realize that he had been rescued.

Chen parked the car and came in, and found that Feng Qingyu had a bruise on the back of his hand. The area covered the entire back of his right hand and looked very painful.

"What's going on? Are you fighting with someone?"

"No... no, this girl just helped me... I was an old man, and I was absent-minded when I was arranging the books, so she got her hand hit by the books and hurt it. It's all my fault! Thank you, girl. I'll find some herbal wine for you to rub on it right away..."

The boss dragged his trembling body, lifted a curtain, walked into another room in the bookstore, searched for a while, and came out holding a medicine box. The medicine box was filled with common Longmen traumatic injury wine, which was very effective, affordable and large.

Chen was worried that the boss’s hands would shake and he would smash the glass bottle onto Feng Qingyu again, so he took the bottle from the boss.

"I'll do it. You can rest nearby."

She had learned some massage techniques from Xingxiong, and although she was not as skilled as Xingxiong, her skills were still up to par. The boss looked apologetic, and poured two cups of iced black tea from the back room, and brought a plate of Victoria's tea and snacks for the guests.

There are tables and chairs in the bookstore for customers to read, and things are placed on the tables.

Feng Qingyu wasn't very hungry, so he picked up a small piece and ate it for fun, his attention focused on the iced tea. Black tea with ice and lemon slices was the best drink for this slightly hot weather.

She drank half of the glass in one breath. Through the glass, she saw the bookstore owner staring at her. The bookstore owner stared at Feng Qingyu for a while and asked, "Miss, do you know Feng Jinglan?"

14 Hidden NPCs

"Wait, isn't that my mom's name? So, you're Vic?"

It is just like the saying that one can find something without any effort, even if it takes a little time. When you hear a familiar name, you can basically conclude that the bookstore owner is the hidden NPC you are looking for.

Judging from his age, a man in his seventies or eighties fits the image of a traditional craftsman, and might be the same person they are looking for.

Who says a bookstore owner can’t make handicrafts?

"Vic?"

Then, the bookstore owner lowered his voice, led the two to the inner room, closed the door, and his expression changed from apologetic to respectful.

"I am not Vic, Vic is my son. It seems that you are the daughter of Miss Feng Jinglan, and you are here to get the [key] from my son. This day has finally arrived. Vic and I have waited for so many years, and finally..."

The old man, who was over 70 years old, suddenly had tears in his eyes. He held Feng Qingyu's hands with his rough hands like tree bark and almost knelt down on the spot.

After a while, the boss left the store and informed the customers that he was closing. It was still half an hour before his usual closing time, but more important people were waiting, so it didn't matter if he didn't do business for the time being.

Feng Qingyu and Chen Xun wanted to lend a hand to help the boss sort out things, but the boss was reluctant to let her do it.

"Ahem...Miss, you are a rich woman, and I was just an insignificant old servant in your family. How could I be so worthy as to ask you to help me pack my things in person? I will call Vic back later, and he will be very happy to see you."

Feng Qingyu felt bad about letting a trembling old man do physical work alone, so she insisted on helping to clean up. The bookstore owner couldn't persuade her, so he had to compromise.

The three of them closed the store together, which was much faster than when he usually cleaned up by himself. They finished everything in less than half an hour.

The boss led them out of the bookstore and walked along the street, passing two blocks and arriving at a residential area. Most of the merchants on Longmen Street live here, because the distance is very close, it is convenient to open and close the store.

The detached three-story building was built in the style of Yan Country. If it was not mentioned that this was Victoria, viewers would easily have the illusion that they were still in Longmen, Yan Country.

Feng Qingyu felt a little familiarity in his heart.

The bookstore owner used the key to unlock the iron gate outside the yard. The iron gate was divided into two leaves, left and right. There was some rust on the door hinges, and brown rust spots could also be seen on the iron rod.

The courtyard in front of the house is not very big. It is made up of four square fields, where some vegetables are grown to be self-sufficient. There is also a well in the courtyard, which is used to draw water for irrigation of the fields.

From the outside, the house does not look gorgeous, and the bookstore owner does not look like a rich man who can afford a particularly luxurious house.

Walking into the living room, the furnishings inside are similar to those of an ordinary Longmen family. It has everything you need, such as a kettle, calendars with Da Yan characters, and furniture.

"Ladies, please take a seat. I'll go make some tea."

The boss's memory was not very good, and he seemed to have forgotten that he had already served iced tea in the store. Now Feng Qingyu and Chen Bu were not thirsty, they just wanted to quickly understand the secret of the pendant.

"No, we're not thirsty now. Can you tell me about this pendant? I took it from the butler and found a note under the cover on the back, asking me to find Vic."

The note and the pendant were placed on the coffee table and shown to the bookstore owner. The owner picked up the old item that he hadn't seen for many years and examined it carefully.

"This is something my son made for Miss Jinglan. I still remember it. Although it has been so long... I thought that this pendant had long been buried deep in the ground with Miss Jinglan's body and turned into dust. I didn't expect to see it again."

Old Filin's cloudy eyes widened as he stared at the old pendant, his emotions fluctuating greatly.

"For so many years, my father and I have been protecting Miss Jinglan's secret, and we have been worried day and night, fearing that the man would find out. It's not that he hasn't come to us before. A few years ago, the bookstore we opened on Carragher Street and my son's repair shop were smashed. My son also became lame and almost blinded an eye..."

Feng Qingyu knew who "that man" was. Beating people and smashing stores was indeed something that the well-dressed "master" would do. He was not a gentleman, and he didn't need to pretend to be a gentleman after his wife died.

"I'm sorry... that person actually did something so outrageous. It's a pity you guys were able to keep the secret until now."

Feng Qingyu was somewhat touched.

It is not easy to keep a secret for others for decades. You have to live in fear and hide from others all these years. Generally speaking, things related to "secrets" are often a huge fortune.

If it were someone else, they might have already taken the wealth for themselves and would never wait for the person who should own it to take it back.

Feng Qingyu initially guessed that the secret left by his mother was related to a large sum of money. Recently, the financial situation of the Feng family was not very good. The housekeeper revealed that Feng Tiancheng was trying to make money to avoid the company's capital chain being broken.

Once the capital chain breaks, other shareholders will withdraw their investments, followed by a stock price crash and eventually bankruptcy liquidation.

The maids also complained privately that they had not received their wages for two months. Due to the unfair terms, they had to swallow their anger and continue to work and wait for their wages to be settled. In addition, the food standards of the maids and butlers have also dropped significantly, not only the quantity has decreased, but the quality is also much worse than before.

Hard, low-quality bread and smelly eggs, tea made from tea leaves, meat that was about to expire or had already gone bad...all of these things became the servants' three meals.

I learned this from the maid Lin.

Maybe the "master" will force her to marry a nobleman and use the money from selling his daughter to turn around the company and tide over the difficulties. It is said that there will be a legendary high society banquet tomorrow, but Feng Qingyu has no interest in it at all.

Wearing a dress and high heels that she doesn't like, and looking like someone she doesn't like, to flatter someone she doesn't like, only adds to the pain in her heart.

The best option is to find out the secret left by my mother as soon as possible and leave Victoria.

At this time, a middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.

"Dad, I'm back."

The bookstore owner stood up and opened the door for the man. The man walked into the room reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. He looked lazy, with messy short grey hair, as if blown by the wind and because he didn't take care of his appearance.

The man was not strong, between 1.80 and 1.85 meters tall, thin, wearing dark blue overalls used for repairs and a blue-gray plaid shirt, black square-framed glasses, and his ethnicity was the same as his father: Filin.

He took off his shoes and put them on the shoe rack. He saw two more guests in the living room and his face immediately turned bad. Obviously, the man hated entertaining guests.

"Dad, I've told you so many times that I don't want to get married. Don't find women for me and don't let them come to our house! Get them out now!"

Feng Qingyu and Chen looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Mr. Vick, actually... we are not here for a blind date. I am Feng Jinglan's daughter, Feng Qingyu."

Fifteen chess

"In the end, the uncle was drunk and didn't ask anything..."

Feng Qingyu and Chen reviewed the situation in the car.