"What? Did you go to Bright Moon Villa with the young man who was killed?" The prosecutor of the Feng Lin case stared at Yang Haoran sharply, and Yang Haoran shook his head and denied it.

"Yes, I used to talk to the young artist, but I don't know if he followed me into the lodge."

"Really? So what's your friend's name?"

"He's not my friend!"

"Well, not your friend, you should know his name too, right?"

"Yes, he is Shen Changzhi. I can't remember when he came here and told me that he was a painter and that no one was buying his art because he couldn't find a suitable financial sponsor. He asked me if I would recommend him to Mr. Zhou, and I agreed. After that, he came to me a few more times. ”

"Where does he live?"

"Dongzhou. But I don't know exactly where. ”

Prosecutor Feng Lin closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then called four men from the neighborhood, all of whom lived in the surrounding villas. Feng Lin asked one of them:

"Is your villa opposite the vegetable plot of Ziling Villa? There's a path that leads to the lake, right?"

"Not bad."

"You just said that at 12:45 last night, you saw a small boat moored by the lake in front of the trail from your window, and you were surprised because it was your family's boat?"

"Well, I don't know who took the boat without my permission."

"Do you see this man's face?"

"Although it was raining lightly last night, the moon happened to be out of the black clouds, so I saw the man's face. Although he quickly got into the path in the woods, I'm sure he was a young man from Yang Haoran. ”

Yang Haoran's shoulders trembled. Feng Lin turned to ask him, "So, you went to the lake at one o'clock last night?"

"I didn't leave the hut half a step!" Yang Haoran was determined.

"It's incredible, since you have never taken a step out of your hut, but someone has spotted you boating on the lake and burrowing into the path in the shadow of the trees, and the murderer who attacked Ke Jinliang also suddenly jumped out of the grass by the side of the path. What do you say about that?"

The prosecutor's words were full of ridicule, and he said politely while staring at Yang Haoran with a dagger-like gaze.

"I've never taken half a step out of the hut!"

Yang Haoran said again. His face was very ugly, his face was blue, his lips were thirsty, and his face was trembling incessantly, and he was in great pain.

The prosecutor of the Feng Lin case remained silent, staring at Yang Haoran's face.

Bai Lang also stared at him with sympathetic eyes, and then turned his head to Feng Lin's case prosecutor and said, "Your Excellency, Case Prosecutor! You are so relentless in pursuit and interrogation, do you suspect that Yang Haoran is the murderer?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you questioned him as if you had taken him for a murderer. You suspect that he had stolen someone's private ship without their owner's permission and hid it in a corner. When Ke Jinliang appeared, he jumped out of the forest path and stabbed Ke Jinliang with a short sword, and then he attacked Shen Changzhi again, is that so? But how do you explain his motive for stabbing Ke Jinliang? You can't tell why he attacked Shen Changzhi, who had already agreed to introduce to me?"

Bai Lang asked rhetorically with a strong attitude. The prosecutor in the Feng Lin case could not answer.

"Moreover, you still suspect that Yang Haoran is the one who secretly entered the Purple Spirit Villa to steal the gray pocket, but the person who jumped out of the window and strangled Han Yan and took a shot himself has been confirmed to be the wanderer Shen Hanlin."

"But I didn't find the gray pocket on Shen Hanlin, so I think Yang Haoran stole the gray pocket, and this matter has nothing to do with Shen Hanlin." The prosecutor in the Feng Lin case reasoned.

"So, why did Shen Hanlin jump from the window to the yard? And why did you kill Han Yan? Also, the wooden ladder that tied the cable was tampered with, and who did it?"

"I can't know for sure at the moment, but I'm sure it won't be long before the truth comes out. Although I have not found conclusive evidence that Yang Haoran is a murderer, I will not stop there, and once I have strong evidence, I will arrest him immediately. ”

Feng Lin's prosecutor said confidently.

"So, can I take him now?"

Bai Lang led Yang Haoran back to Ruixiang Villa and asked him: "The current situation is very dangerous for you, you have been involved in this suspicious murder case, do you have any ideas yourself?"

"No, I don't know what to do!"

"I think that's the case too. How is it? Can you tell me everything? Whatever it is, even if you don't want others to know, tell me everything. My good friend Dr. Yuan Zhong recommended you to me, and in his letter of introduction, he said that you lost both parents at a young age, and praised you as a highly motivated and outstanding young man with a unique talent in interior design. For you, that's all I know. If you can tell me the truth, I'm sure I'll find a way to get you out of it. ”

"Thank you so much, but I don't seem to have anything to tell you." Yang Haoran seems reluctant to mention personal privacy to others.

Bai Lang pondered for a moment and then said, "Okay! I don't force it. So is the prosecutor's words true?"

"Nope! I don't understand what he's talking about, and I can't do anything that has a clear conscience!"

Bai Lang stared at Yang Haoran, and then said, "I believe in your eyes and what you say!"

"Thank you!" Yang Haoran burst into tears again.

The next day, Mingyue Villa held a grand funeral for Han Yan, and the old man Han Ye went back on the same day. He seemed afraid that others would ask what was in the gray pocket, so he hurried away after the funeral.

Bai Lang returned to Ruixiang Villa after the funeral, and Yang Haoran was drawing patterns in his house.

As soon as Shirarou entered the hall, he saw a strange girl sitting inside. She was in tattered clothes, without a hat on her head, and had a scarf around her neck.

The girl's distorted face was as pale as paper, full of excessive sadness and anger. "Excuse me, what is the lady doing?" Bai Lang asked as he walked inside.

"I'm Shen Changzhi's girlfriend." The woman opened her lips with big red lipstick and said.

"Oh? Is it the young artist who was assassinated?"

"Yes. My boyfriend is the Shen Changzhi who was almost stabbed to death!"

The girl's voice trembled with rage. She stared at Bai Lang with a look of hatred and anger, and then began to cry bitterly.

"Are you alright? Miss, have you been to the hospital to see him?"

The girl wiped her tears with a handkerchief and shook her head in response to Shirakuro's question. "Since he's your beloved boyfriend, you should go to the hospital right away!"

"Before I go to the hospital, I want to see you first!"

"See me? Why?"

"Why?...... You should understand. Because this case was entirely planned by you. You hide in the shadows, manipulate everyone like puppets, and start this horrific murder, and then you pretend you have nothing to do with it, and you watch from the sidelines.

"I read today's morning newspaper and learned that Yang Haoran was suspected by the security guard of being the culprit, but in fact he is just a tool in your hands."

"Don't talk nonsense! You don't know me at all, that's why you're telling such baseless lies!"

"I know you!"

"Know me? Know my name is Zhou Guoxiong?"

"I don't know anything about Zhou Guoxiong! But I know that the great thief Bai Lang, you are the big thief Bai Lang!"