(Cat flutter Chinese) My daughter would actually call her biological father a beast, which I didn't expect before Huang Lan spoke.

Huang Boyuan told me that his eldest daughter went abroad because he opposed his remarriage, but now it seems that there is something else hidden.

"That old fox really didn't tell me the truth." Calm down and straighten out my thinking, although I accepted Huang Boyuan's commission, but when it comes to the Double-Faced Buddha, I must find out the truth about that incident back then.

"Maybe I can get a clue to that mysterious picture from this woman." My biggest advantage now is that Huang Boyuan doesn't know that her daughter is coming to me, I can dig out Huang Boyuan's secrets from Huang Lan, and I can get close to Huang Boyuan and knock on the side to verify the truth of what Huang Lan said.

Thinking of this, I took out a pen and paper to make a note: "You say slowly, don't get excited, I can consider your commission." ”

Huang Lan took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, I thought of something unpleasant. ”

"It's fine." Of course, I don't care about this: "You said that Director Huang has deceived you for 20 years, I don't know what he deceived you?" After all, you are his biological daughter. ”

"My mother did not commit suicide, but was forced to death by Huang Boyuan, and it can even be said that she was murdered by Huang Boyuan!" Huang Lan gritted her teeth: "When my mother needed him the most, this man chose to give up!" ”

"Wait, when your mother died, Director Huang should be in the field to negotiate with the Southern Pharmaceutical Dealer, and from the most basic time of committing the crime, he should be excluded."

"That's all fake, Huang Boyuan has been planning for a long time in order to force his mother to death."

Huang Lan's words shocked me, if this is the case, then Huang Boyuan is too terrible.

"I didn't feel right when I was very young, and on the day my mother died, I still vaguely remember half a cup of hot tea in the teacup on the table. My mother hated tea the most in her life, so this cup of tea must have been made for someone else, and outsiders came in during the time I was away from home. ”

"Could it be the landlord or a neighbor?" It is somewhat arbitrary to speculate on the basis of just a cup of tea.

Huang Lan was very dissatisfied with my interruption, and in her heart she seemed to have concluded that the murderer was Huang Boyuan: "If a cup of tea doesn't mean anything, I have other evidence." ”

"Within a few days of his mother's death, Huang Boyuan entered a pharmaceutical factory to work, and had a hot fight with the daughter of the owner of the pharmaceutical factory, but he got a license to remarry in a few weeks.

There are some problems with Huang Lan's logic, but I don't think there is anything: "Maybe Tianyi Guiren's life is so violent." ”

"What did you say?"

"Miss Huang, can you provide any other evidence? I don't know what happened twenty years ago, let alone help you investigate. ”

"Evidence? What more proof do you want? ”

"For example, human evidence, physical evidence, I need something that can be seen and touched, so that I can contact, understand, and build a complete chain of evidence, only in this way can the conclusions reached be convincing, and the stone in your heart can fall safely." I lit a cigarette: "Although you call Director Huang a beast in your mouth, you should still have a trace of expectation for him in your heart, hoping that he is not a murderer, which is why you came to me, am I right?" ”

Huang Boyuan is Huang Lan's biological father, even if he really commits an unforgivable crime, the bond between the bloodlines will not change.

"I'm so disappointed in that man, I hope you don't say anything more about your self-righteousness. Also, I hate men who smoke. Huang Lan took out a brocade handkerchief from her leather bag and covered her mouth and nose, her brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry."

After I snuffed out the cigarette butt, Huang Lan continued to speak: "Before I went abroad, I carried Huang Boyuan to the south many times on my back, looking for the businessman who bought his prescription back then. I went back and forth four times, and the emperor finally let me find the medicine merchant in prison. ”

"He's just a liar, and I learned from him that Huang Boyuan seems to have seen through his scam early on, and he didn't trade with him at all, which means that Huang Boyuan has never been to the south."

Huang Boyuan had never been to the south, so he had enough time to commit crimes, and Huang Lan had not been out for a long time, but the other party accurately grasped this opportunity. The hot tea on the table is also the key, no matter who made the tea, at least it can show that the person who entered the house is very familiar with Huang Lan's mother.

"It is very likely that Huang Boyuan was hiding near your house at that time, waiting for an opportunity." I blurted out: "According to what you said, Director Huang found out that the person who bought the prescription was a liar, and his last glimmer of hope was dashed, so he had to choose between his wife and daughter, so he ......."

This is a reasonable speculation, but it is also just speculation.

"Do you have any other clues?"

Huang Lan pulled out a photo from her handbag: "I can't tell clearly, you can see for yourself." ”

took the photo, and there was a line of juanxiu font on it, which should have been written by a girl: "Dad chose me, I want to live, I want to live for my mother." ”

I read it several times and didn't get it: "What does this mean?" ”

"This is what I secretly photographed in my sister's diary, and she never showed her diary to others." Huang Lan flipped through her phone, and there were many similar photos in her phone: "Huang Boyuan chose her, then it is obvious that he gave up his mother, my sister is the only witness present, her words should be credible." ”

"Your sister was only a few months old at the time, what could she know?" I suspect that Huang Lan is because of too strong psychological hints, so everything looks like evidence that can prove that Huang Boyuan killed his wife.

I habitually took out another cigarette, but this time I didn't light it: "Miss Huang, maybe you should be considerate of Director Huang, he was probably forced to do so at that time." ”

"Considerate? You don't know what kind of life we lived at that time, my mother's health deteriorated day by day, and later on, her spirit began to be in a trance, and she often talked to herself in front of a painting, pouring out the pain in her heart. ”

I keenly captured a special place in Huang Lan's words: "Your mother often talked to herself to a painting before she died? ”

"Yes, at that time, my mother's body was on the verge of collapse, Huang Boyuan was not at home for most of the day, and my mother had to take care of me and my young sister, and she suffered both physical and mental torture." Huang Lan obviously misunderstood what I meant.

"Can you elaborate on that painting?" In the memories of both Huang Boyuan and Huang Lan, a painting is mentioned, which makes me very curious.

Although Huang Lan didn't know why I asked about the painting, she still thought carefully: "That painting was brought back by Huang Boyuan, and there was nothing on the scroll. ”

"Are you sure? Are there any details missing? ”

"I couldn't see anything anyway, but my mother hung the paintings in the house and used to talk about them."

After listening to Huang Lan's words, I pondered silently: "This painting was given to Huang Boyuan by the Double-faced Buddha, and it must have ulterior motives. ”

I put down the cigarette in my hand and looked at Huang Lan: "Did anything special happen in your family during that time, don't worry, think about it slowly." ”

Too much time passed, Huang Lan thought for a long time before saying: "There is a special thing, when Huang Boyuan took the painting home, a beggar came to my house to beg for food, and my mother was kind-hearted and served him a bowl of freshly made noodles. The beggar ate cleanly, and without even saying a word of thanks, he put his bowl on the table, and hurried out of the rented house without looking back. ”

"When my mother opened the bowl, she found that there was a piece of yellow paper hidden under the bowl, and a limerick poem was written on it."

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong: "Do you remember that poem?" ”

Huang Lan nodded: "It's a strange poem, it doesn't rhyme, I thought it was fun and memorized it." ”

She opened her mouth to recite the poem, and the content was indeed very strange: "A tree is a tree, someone can't be the master, the linen must be a monster, and the king should be a flower." ”

"The beggar came to the door for no reason and left a limerick poem?" I put these four lines on paper, and it felt less like poetry and more like an anagram.

After reading it a few times, my face changed greatly: "Huang Lan, it was not Huang Boyuan who might have killed your mother. ”

I put the four lines of poetry in front of Huang Lan's eyes: "If this is an anagram, guess which word fits these four lines?" ”

"Anagrams? What word? ”

"There is a word that becomes acacia when wood is added; If you add someone, you become a puppet; If you add hemp, you will become a demon; And when he adds a king, he becomes a jewel. I looked into Huang Lan's eyes and said to her at the same time: "This word is a ghost!" ”

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