313: Chapter 313 Quick Q&A

"An old affair from '98."

"What exactly is it?"

"Dou Dous Mother and Dou Dous Father got married that year, right? Engaged in May, married in August. Before the wedding, Dou Dous Father took Dou Dous Mother to the city to take wedding photos. Do you all have any memory of that?"

As soon as this question was asked, everyone shouted eagerly, "We remember, we remember!"

"I've seen the whole set of wedding photos, there were over twenty of them."

"I remember they were very beautiful."

"The whole set cost eight hundred and eighty."

"The whole village was buzzing about it at the time."

"..."

Everyone was talking at once, saying all sorts of things.

Han Jingyang pressed his hands down, and after everyone quieted down, he continued, "The next question is the key. Those who know the answer, go to the left. Those who don't, stay where you are. Don't cause chaos. There are other questions later, still with cash rewards. Do you understand?"

Everyone shouted in unison, "Understood!"

"Listen up. My first question is, which photo studio did Dou Dous Mother and Dou Dous Father go to for their wedding photos? Alright, those who know the answer move to the left, everyone else stay put."

This question immediately stumped everyone. A moment later, only three or five people walked out of the crowd to stand on the left.

Han Jingyang wasn't disappointed. "Come, you few, add me as a friend, then send me your answers. Whoever has the correct answer gets the money. Oh, right, write down your full name and your relationship to Dou Dous family clearly. If you're a relative, specify what kind of relative; if you're a neighbor, write neighbor."

Very quickly, he received six messages.

One said Mengyuan Photo Studio.

One said Yuanmeng Photo Studio.

The remaining four said Qingyuan Photo Studio.

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes and scanned those six people, then said to Shi Xiaoya, "Send them the money, add another ten thousand, ten thousand each."

The whole venue was in an uproar.

"They're actually giving out money?"

"Ten thousand each?"

"This young man is really rich."

"Oh my, I remember now too, it seems it was that... what photo studio..."

"Ask the second question quickly."

"Right, right, right! I'm quite close with Dou Dous Mother and Dou Dous Father, we're good buddies who grew up together. I know more and in greater detail."

"..."

Han Jingyang pressed his hands down again. "Second question: On the day of Zhou Jinhua's funeral, there was a rich man holding a mobile phone who gave fifty yuan as a gift, claiming to be Zhou Jinhua's nephew. Do you have any memory of this?"

Everyone started whispering to each other. Clearly, not many people knew about this. After all, it wasn't a big deal, nor did it have any sensationalism, so it wasn't worth these people remembering for so many years.

The short, stout village chief coughed. "I have a memory of it."

Han Jingyang nodded. "Anyone else? If you have a memory of it, step out and stand on the left."

"I have a memory of it too."

"Me too."

Several more people stepped out one after another.

Han Jingyang nodded. "Here is the question: Write down clearly the person you remember in text format and send it to my phone. Of course, if you can draw it out directly, that's even better. Ten thousand for writing, fifty thousand for drawing. If I don't have enough cash, I'll transfer it on the spot."

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly, "Not only do I remember him, I also saw him in the city."

"Really?"

"Really."

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes to examine the person speaking. He was a thin, short man in his forties, gaunt, dark-skinned, with yellow teeth, a crew cut, wearing a gray T-shirt, black pants, and black cloth shoes, with half a cigarette still pinched in his hand.

He beckoned to the other person. "Come over here and talk. What is your relationship with Zhou Jinhua?"

"My name is Zhou Zhigang. Zhou Jinhua was my aunt. After that incident happened back then, my uncle specially came to my house to ask about it, so I have a deeper impression of it."

"Describe that person's appearance. Speak quietly, come to my ear and say it."

"Alright," Zhou Zhigang walked to Han Jingyang's side, leaned into Han Jingyang's ear, and whispered, "The man wasn't tall, had a square face, small eyes, but his skin was quite fair. You could tell at a glance that he was a rich man. His eyebrows were a bit unsightly, but his temperament was quite good. He carried a mobile phone on his waist—it was the latest Motorola model at the time, costing over ten thousand yuan, and you even had to pay a premium to snap one up."

Han Jingyang nodded slightly. "Then when did you see him again?"

"It was over a decade later. As I recall, it should have been 2012 or 2013."

"You didn't tell your uncle about this?"

"I wanted to, but, this matter is a bit strange."

"How so?"

"I saw that the man was the same person who impersonated my aunt's nephew back then, but..."

"But over ten years have passed, and that person hasn't changed a bit. You tell me, who would believe that if I said it out loud? Besides, my aunt passed away so many years ago; what point is there in bringing this up? Right?"

Han Jingyang nodded and continued asking, "Where did you see him?"

"Around Baotu Spring. I was taking my daughter and wife out to play. While I was taking photos, I crossed paths with that person, and after a few seconds, he was gone."

"Are you sure you didn't mistake the person?"

"Right, that person's temperament... was very unique. I absolutely wouldn't recognize him wrong. But it's truly incredible—except for his clothes, shoes, and phone, nothing else about him had changed, not even his hairstyle. It was exactly the same as in the early years."

"Was he alone at the time?"

"It seems so. Wait, no, he was also followed by two children."

"Children?" Han Jingyang's expression turned serious, and he asked quickly, "Boys or girls?"

"One boy and one girl."

"Elementary, middle school, or high school age?"

"Looked like middle school students."

"What were they wearing?"

"Forgot."

"Any distinguishing features?"

"Features... they were both carrying a large board on their backs."

"Drawing board?"

"Yes, yes, yes, drawing board."

"Was there also something like a paint box?"

"Yes, each of them had a handheld plastic box, filled with all sorts of colors."

"Were their hands and bodies dirty?"

"That's right, that's right. Their hands, clothes, and hair were all covered in various colors of paint."

"Were there any words on their clothes? Like a painting studio?"

"Words, words? Yes, there were words. Something like... Ya Painting Studio..."

Han Jingyang asked faster and faster, compressing the time Zhou Zhigang had to think to the extreme, forcing Zhou Zhigang to use his instincts to answer this series of questions.

This was an interrogation technique.

Why?

Theoretically, once a person has seen something, they won't forget it; it is stored in a complex database of information. The less important the information, the deeper it is hidden, and the harder it is to recall. Ordinary people's memory can only recall those shallow, important pieces of information. Actively searching for deep, unimportant information will only make one's brain increasingly chaotic, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, using the subconscious or intuition to find those deep-seated pieces of information is very convenient. As long as the information truly exists, instinct or the subconscious will help you find it instantly.

This little trick also involved knowledge related to cultivation, which Han Jingyang had previously learned from Zhang Zhiyang.

It was his first time using it, but the effect was quite good.

Inducing, applying pressure, rapid-fire Q&A—these little techniques were executed in one go, directly bringing Zhou Zhigang into a state of using his instincts to search his memory.

The effect was extraordinary.

After the questioning ended, Zhou Zhigang's face was deathly pale, he was dizzy, swaying on the spot, feeling nauseous and retching, as if he had just gotten off a roller coaster. This was the result of his brain operating under overload—his computing power was overloaded, his CPU was overheating; he just needed to cool down.

Han Jingyang patted Zhou Zhigang on the back and said to the crowd, "I am very satisfied with Zhou Zhigang's answer. I am rewarding him with one hundred thousand yuan at once. I don't have enough cash, so I'll transfer it directly."

Shi Xiaoya transferred the money with an expressionless face.

It arrived in seconds.

One hundred thousand yuan—everyone heard it clearly.

Now, the crowd was completely boiling over, clamoring for Han Jingyang to continue asking questions.

However, at this very moment, a burly man in the crowd picked up a hoe, swung it with all his might, and brought it down toward Zhou Zhigang's head.