Marriage in crisis

I eliminated the distracting thoughts from my mind and focused on finding the exit from the basement.

Running out of time!

I looked around the Xu Mansion again. I have been here so many times since I came home for the first time after waking up, but I am not familiar with it. I am afraid that the details here are not as familiar as my Dabao.

But there are not many places where you can avoid surveillance.

I turned around and shouted to Chi Xi who was following me, "Find a place where you can avoid surveillance!"

Chi Xi immediately turned around and shouted, "Monkey, tell me where there is no surveillance!"

I was overjoyed and turned back to look at the young man named Monkey. He thought for a moment and pointed out the surveillance location, "There is no surveillance in other locations!"

"It seems there aren't many blind spots." I muttered.

Chi Xi said, "Split up and look for each other, quickly!"

I went through it in my head and quickly ran into the side hall behind the kitchen. It is usually used as a storage room in most homes, and it is close to the kitchen. It should be the best location for the basement.

Sure enough, I found the basement I imagined, but unfortunately it was messy, full of discarded items, had a strong musty smell, and there was no sign of anyone at all.

I quickly turned around, and Chi Xi also found this place. I shook my head at her, and she also looked anxious.

"Not over there either!"

I thought about it and said, "This is the real basement, where sundries are stored. And the place where Xu Jiye is, should be..."

Chi Xi looked at me, and we both said in unison, "Secret room!"

"Yes, it's impossible for a wealthy family like the Xu family to not have a secret room." I was a little excited, "Look! Study!"

The two of us immediately ran to the study room. The Xu family's study room is not monitored because it is in the backyard.

The reason why I immediately thought of the study is that any place involving a secret room is exclusive to the owner of the house. It must be the most frequent, most private space, and the most familiar and convenient location for the owner of the house.

The two of us ran into the main study room, separated to the left and right, and searched carefully. Chi Xi also knocked on the wall, but there was no hollow echo.

After a lap, we met each other. Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

Chi Xi looked disappointed, his face flushed with anxiety.

I tried my best to control my emotions and murmured, "It's impossible!"

I couldn't help but think of the bookcase at home that was transformed into a secret door by Deng Jiazhe.

So, I hurried over and pushed the bookcases, but they didn't move at all.

My whole body was soaked with sweat, and I was even more anxious.

I called softly, "What time is it in Chixi?"

Chi Xi quickly looked at the phone in his hand, "Eleven twelve."

My heart tightened and I said decisively, "Go to the master bedroom!"

After I finished speaking, I raised my feet and was about to leave, but inadvertently, I saw a small teacup lying on the desk, with the mouth of the cup facing the left side of the table.

This detail suddenly stopped me in my tracks.

People don’t come here often, so why would the teacup be moved? Moreover, under normal circumstances, if someone knocks over the teacup on the right, the cup should be tipped to the right. Only by reaching inward from the right side will the mouth of the cup fall to the left.

I turned back to the table and looked at the cup carefully. I noticed that the cup was filled with new marks.

Just one point can confirm that if it is an old mark, there should be dust on the flush side of the poured cup. But there is none on this cup.

I saw a very ancient pen holder not far behind the original cup. There were only two inconspicuous brushes standing there.

This makes me a little strange. The pen holder looks like purple sand, the color is very dark, and there are embossed patterns on it.

I guess that if it is made of purple sand, it is impossible for the Xu family to leave it when they move out. Logically speaking, the purple sand is still worth some money. How could I forget it here?

Besides, who still uses a pen holder like this now? It’s really an antique.

It was totally incompatible with the things on the table. I was impatient and irritable. I wanted to lift my legs and leave, but this one really didn't match, so it made me suspicious. I raised my hand to pick up the pen holder, but didn't pick it up.

I was startled, quickly observed it carefully, and tried to pull it with my hand, but it didn't move at all.