Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

However, judging from Fang Dajiang's appearance, he probably didn't know much.

The murderer of her eldest brother was very thoughtful and extremely cautious. It was impossible for her to reveal important information to others, even if the man was her pillow.

However, Lu Lingche couldn't figure out why a woman living in the deep mountains went to all the trouble to kill her eldest brother, and why his eldest brother wanted to hide the existence of this woman, and even bought a mobile phone and a card to contact her for her sake. .

The eldest brother must have known who killed him before he died. He also had time to send a message telling him who the murderer was, but he did not mention the murderer at all in his last words.

If she was very young, Lu Lingche still felt that there was a possibility of murder.

But this woman's hair has turned white, and the vicissitudes of life can be seen on her disfigured face. She is no longer young. She is not in the same age group as her elder brother, and there is no possibility of revenge.

Moreover, the village chief said that the woman’s face was disfigured about 30 years ago.

At that time, the eldest brother had just been born, so how could he be related to this woman?

A mist enveloped Lu Lingche.

After a long time, he finally spoke and asked the woman: "Do you have children?"

The woman's body shook violently, but then she lowered her head deeply: "No."

"Really do not have?"

"Really not. I was physically damaged when I was young and couldn't have children."

"What injuries have you suffered? Who hurt you?"

The woman opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She realized that she had accidentally spoken too much.

Lu Lingche asked indifferently: "Did Lu Mingzhen hurt you, or Yao Suhe hurt you?"

The woman raised her head suddenly, her body shaking uncontrollably: "You, what did you say?!"

She couldn't believe it. Why could he guess it?Why would he know? !
He was smarter and wiser than she thought! "So, you killed my eldest brother for revenge?"

The woman looked at him blankly for a long time, then she lowered her head again: "I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know you or your elder brother. I didn't kill him. You found the wrong person."

Lu Lingche's voice was cold: "Do you think that if you repeat a lie a thousand times, it will become true? No matter how many times you repeat it, you still know me and my big brother."

The woman lowered her head and said nothing. Facing Lu Lingche's powerful momentum and pressure, she seemed very calm, not like someone who grew up in the mountains.

"Since you have a grudge against my parents, why did you only kill my eldest brother and not me? I am standing in front of you now, and I don't feel any hatred from you. This is very unreasonable."

Maybe she is too good at pretending?
Or is it that she has already killed her eldest brother, so her hatred is not so deep?
Lu Lingche stared at her for a long time, but couldn't come up with an answer.

He said indifferently: "I will have enough evidence soon. It doesn't matter if you are unwilling to admit in front of me that you killed someone, the police will make you open."

The murderer was more difficult to deal with than he expected. The fact that she had been dormant in this small mountain village for so many years and made sure that everything was safe before taking action was a testament to her patience and perseverance.

There is nothing to gain from continuing to ask. Being able to identify the murderer this time is already the biggest gain.

"Yu Fei, take people to guard Xiaoya Village. Keep an eye on her before the police arrive. If she dies or runs away, you won't come to see me again."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I will definitely protect her!"

Lu Lingche nodded and left with his assistant.

Fang Liuye and Fang Dajiang were sent home by Yu Fei. There were eight bodyguards guarding their wooden house.

In the wooden house, Fang Dajiang was lying on the bed, very weak, but looking at the woman with a worried face: "Are you okay?"

The woman shook her head: "It's okay."

The man's voice was very low: "We've all come to your door. What are you going to do?" (End of Chapter)