Rough Guy in the 80s: Lovely Wife Wakes Up Every Night

Chapter 131 Discovering Jiang Lian's Secret
"It should be poisoned."

Truman sat in front of the desk, his mind echoing the results of the doctor's diagnosis.

Cripple Yang died suddenly while eating. Before he died, he was foaming at the mouth and his face turned blue, which are typical signs of poisoning.

However, the conditions here are limited. It is not clear what kind of poison he was infected with and whether there were other causes of death.

Truman sighed, and secretly made a decision.

"Director, I would like to apply to send Yang Sheng's body to the city for a professional forensic doctor to conduct an autopsy. I always feel that his death is not easy."

The director was stunned for a moment, and didn't answer Truman immediately, but just patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Xiao Chu, you've been here for almost three years, time flies so fast."

"You are a serious undergraduate who graduated from the police academy. You shouldn't be limited to our small place. I've already applied to the higher-ups. I believe the transfer documents will come down soon."

Truman was a little surprised: he's going to be transferred?But……

"Boss, I..."

"Leave the matter of Yang Sheng to other people. You should sort out the work at hand in the past few days, and then hand it over to Lao Wang."

The director didn't give Truman a chance to speak, and already waved off the guests.

"Little Chu, it's good to be young and responsible, but...don't be too horny."

Finally, the director left a meaningful sentence.

Truman was silent for a while, then quietly walked out of the director's office.

It seemed that this matter was far more complicated than he had imagined.

That person dared to poison Yang Sheng directly at the police station, the forces behind it made people shudder.

And Yang Sheng is the only person who has contact with Jiang Qingfeng, maybe an insider of the incident back then, now that both of them are dead, all the clues are broken!

Damn!

Truman punched the wall angrily: The reason why he came here was because of what happened back then. He stayed for three years and found nothing. After Jiang Qingfeng was released from prison, it seemed that everything began to take shape, but Now……

All back to square one.

No, no, he can't be transferred because he can't do anything.

Truman raised his head, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

He must find out the cause of Yang Cripple's death.

Half an hour later, Truman came out of the morgue with something extra in his hand.

He went straight to the station and bought a ticket to Yangcheng.

…………

"Xiao Lian?" Jia Meimei came to Jiang's house and wanted to call her to have lunch.

Ever since she knew that Jiang Lian was interested in Shen Luojun, she deliberately approached him. Compared with Lu Yumeng, she hoped that Jiang Lian could be with Shen Luojun.

Of course, who Shen Luojun is with is none of her business, but she just can't get used to that Lu Yumeng.

The door of Jiang's courtyard was open, but there seemed to be no one inside. Because of the fire, the house was burnt black and looked a bit bleak.

Jia Meimei walked in disgusted, and shouted twice.

"Hey, where did the person go?"

When she was about to go back, she suddenly smelled a strong smell of medicine, which came from the direction of the kitchen.

"What is Jiang Lian cooking? It smells so bad." Covering her nose, she walked towards the kitchen.

When she opened the door, she saw a small pot on the stove, and the unpleasant smell came from it.

Jia Meimei opened it curiously, and a pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine came over.

"Hey, it stinks."

Looking at Jiang Lian's pale face recently, she must be sick, so this is cooking Chinese medicine?
Jia Meimei frowned and closed the lid. Just as she was about to leave, she saw some discarded packaging bags in the corner of her eyes.

She froze for a moment and walked over.

When she picked up the packaging bag and saw the words on it, her eyes widened in surprise:

This medicine is...

(End of this chapter)