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"Are you going to ask how old Yang Jinhua is again?"

Officer Zeng explained everything:
"There have been many deletions in the system, but according to the earliest registration, this year is eighty-seven."

"Yang Jiangyue died more than ten years ago. He was forty-five years old when he died."

"The two of them are less than three rounds apart in age."

I felt my forehead beating faintly:
"The cause of death"

Officer Zeng quickly flipped through the record book on the phone. It took a long time before he finally found something:
"A good memory is not as good as a bad writing. Fortunately, I have the habit of checking things in detail and then recording them. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to answer your question."

"Yeah, it's suicide."

suicide?
I savored these two words, and Officer Zeng continued:

"Perhaps poor scholars have some depressed feelings. After they got married, they obviously made a fortune, but Yang Jiangyue was mentally unstable and had to be diagnosed in the hospital several times."

"Then after a certain diagnosis, I chose to jump off the building of the hospital. At that time, everyone thought there was a problem with the hospital's medical skills. It seems that some reporters reported it, and that's probably what happened."

Officer Zeng closed the booklet that seemed to have everything again and asked:

"Speaking of which, why is the version you heard so outrageous?"

I rubbed my face:
"Because Yang Jinhua told me this. She said that all the money she has now is because she worked for Yang Jiangyue. Yang Jiangyue was an ugly monster, and he couldn't forget her. He would hold her by his side until he died. His hand told her not to remarry."

But these are completely impossible.

After Officer Zeng told the truthful and well-founded version, everything Yang Jinhua said became horribly distorted.

Among the two, Yang Jiangyue should have always been the one who was the most humble and the youngest. Yang Jiangyue was not an ugly person, but more like a poor student painter who had no talent and was driven crazy.

There is nothing that prevents Yang Jinhua from getting married before she dies, otherwise she will not be able to get the inheritance, because Yang Jinhua is the one who controls the lifeline of money.

Yang Jiangyue may not have loved Yang Jinhua, but there is a high probability that he was forced to jump off the building by Yang Jinhua's perverted desire for control.
Yang Jinhua fabricated one, no, several lies to support this matter.

On that yacht, Yang Jinhua also said that because she used to be humble and do something small, now she wants to see others do something small.
But it has always been others who have been humble and petty.

In fact, Yang Jiangyue was indeed the 'above and above' person she described at the time.

But it is not a superiority on a material level, but a superiority on a spiritual level.

So when Yang Jinhua saw Zhang Wei on the yacht, she would think of the person who left her. Naturally, she would think of humiliation and want to see such a superior person fall into the quagmire in front of her.

Everything is traceable.

Officer Zeng looked at me blankly and felt a little strange for a moment, so he asked aloud:
"what happened?"

"Although this is indeed a bit outrageous, you don't have to be like this."

I was silent for a long time, and finally said:
"Officer Zeng, I loved reading detective novels when I was in school. I was always very happy when I saw the detective uncovering the clues and finding the murderer."

I rubbed my stiff face and continued under the strange gaze of Officer Zeng:
“When I read a lot of novels, I start to wonder why no author writes a novel about a criminal in the first person?”

Officer Zeng was stunned, but I continued to speak softly:
"If there was a novel written from the perspective of a criminal, how exciting would it be to take us into the perspective of the murderer?"

"But, I've searched all over, but I haven't found this kind of novel. Do you know why?"

"Because people 'beautify themselves'."

"People, including myself, will try their best to ignore the imperfect parts of themselves whenever possible, and criminals will hide evidence." "We cannot find anything that can be called anything from the confession of a criminal. It is an empirical thing, so in a novel that is destined to be a lie, the writer has to look at the situation itself from multiple angles, and also has to think about logic and beautification issues. The reader is confused, and even the criminal is confused. It’s a bit hard to distinguish between black and white.”

I raised my eyes and looked at the thoughtful Officer Zeng:
"I really don't have to feel uncomfortable because of a lie, but what I'm afraid of is a person who is used to lying and doesn't tell the truth!"

"Yang Jinhua is a person who is used to lying."

"She must have hidden a lot of things from us."

When she came to Shucheng, she started cheating and cheating the original owner of the restaurant out of recipes. Over the years, she was able to save a lot of money for some reason, making up lies about her ex-husband and the lies on the yacht.
Can you believe the other things she said?

No.

Will she easily tell others her trump card?

will not.

So, in the Rose Hall, could the "Tai Sui meat" whom she let out and was heard by others, be the real Tai Sui?

will not.

It's more like something covered in 'Tai Sui' skin.

Yang Jinhua's second husband did not have any magical means, so the source of her acquisition of that thing was most likely from the 'miracle doctor'.

The worst is coming——

The things of a miracle doctor are not easy to get.

Although he still doesn't know what it is, looking at the living corpses he created can cause so many troubles, it is definitely not a peaceful thing.

There is definitely a big disaster here.

Officer Zeng’s face didn’t look very good, but he still patted me on the shoulder and said comfortingly:

"It doesn't matter, don't worry. All the fog will eventually dissipate. No matter how much panic she spreads, everything will be settled at the end."

Officer Zeng's palm was very hot, with a kind of concern coming from an elder. It had been a long time since I had been comforted by a truly normal elder. With such a pat, the original uneasiness in my heart was somewhat dissipated.

Be careful, be more careful.

The previous incident in Wutou Village was also resolved in this way.
I had many thoughts in my mind. Officer Zeng said a few more words and finally said:
"Don't think too much. Go back quickly. I'll go back to the police station to check on this case."

"Wait a moment!"

I spoke again to stop Officer Zeng who was about to leave. Seeing him turn his head helplessly again, I felt a little embarrassed:

"There is another person I want to ask."

"Do you know Yang Jian?"

"I came to Shucheng to seek refuge with Yang Jinhua because of a person named Yang Jian. He called Yang Jinhua his master's wife. Yang Jinhua said that he was Yang Jiangyue's apprentice."

"But this is obviously wrong, because Yang Jian is a Taoist priest who tells fortunes, and Yang Jiangyue is a painter."

"I think there is something hidden inside, could you please help me check it out?"