Chapter 813 (1/2)

Hearing Chen Hui's words, Yihe Baishi showed his appearance.

Chen Hui glanced at Yihe Baishi's face, but pretended not to see it. He was a little puzzled. How could Yihe Baishi suddenly mention this topic?

For Chen Hui, this topic is somewhat sensitive and has touched a warning line in his heart.

This warning line has rapidly intensified Chen Hui's suspicion of Yihe Baishi.

Because the whole thing Chen Hui is doing is caused by a bronze tripod!

What is the bronze tripod?

Cultural Relic!

Although the topic mentioned by Yihe Baishi just now is about the translation of ancient books, where is the translation without ancient books?

What are ancient books?

Cultural Relic!

What Chen Hui wants to do is no longer entirely a matter of speculation, but a bit of overlap.

However, Chen Hui kept silent at this time and did not continue to say anything, because Chen Hui had a little worry in his heart. If the death of Watanabe Nagoya was related to Yihe Baishi, then the topic of cultural relics would be quite sensitive to Yihe Baishi.

Although Yihe Baishi mentioned this point, if Chen Hui had a flaw, he would find it.

”Dr. Chen's view is novel?” Yihe Baishi said with a smile.

”What's new about this idea?” ”All the countries in the world have researchers and staff in history. What I'm talking about is not a point of view, but a data. No matter which country in the world, from ancient times to the present, the average life expectancy has been gradually increasing. What does that mean? It only means that modern medicine has developed. ”

After a pause, Chen Hui said: ”it also indirectly shows that the anecdotes and strange things that Mr. Yihe saw from the ancient books are nothing!”

The cigar is very long and thick. He can't finish it for a while and a half. By this time, Chen Hui doesn't want to smoke any more. He can't help but look at more than half of the cigar in his hand.

Yihe Baishi looks at his words and signs for the translator.

”Doctor Chen, if you don't want to smoke, you can give it to me.” The translator said in Chinese immediately.

Chen Hui nodded and handed the cigar to the translator. Yihe Baishi also handed the cigar in his hand.

Obviously, like Chen Hui, Yihe Baishi is not a regular smoker.

After passing the cigar, Chen Hui looked down at his arm. After careful observation, he nodded and asked, ”where can I wash my hands nearby?”

”There's a tap over there for watering the flowers.” The translator pointed to the edge of a lawn in the middle of the yard.

Chen Hui's sharp eyes saw that there was a faucet dozens of centimeters away from the ground, and immediately walked over.

Yihe Baishi followed him and Chen Hui turned on the tap first.