Jiang Can also came and chatted with them.

"Jiang Can, you are also here, are you okay in the hospital?"

"There weren't many patients during this time, so I took time out to visit every afternoon, and Han Ji and I have become close friends."

"That's right! Jiang Can is a member of my family, and after my sister passed away, she was a good partner for me to talk about. ”

Han Ji said with a smile on her face.

The four of them talked passionately. At this moment, a maid sent a business card to Han Ji. Han Ji looked at the business card, and couldn't help frowning, very unhappy. Soon, however, as usual, she asked the maid to take the guests to her room on the second floor.

The staircase leading to the second floor is in the corner of the living room, where you can see the guests led in by the maid. It was a silver-haired, slightly hunched old man, who, though of extraordinary bearing, looked tired of body and mind, and he grasped the handrail of the staircase with one hand and the hand of the maid with the other, and walked slowly upstairs.

"I'm sorry to miss you, I'll be here in a moment!"

Han Ji apologized slightly to the other three people and went upstairs, while the three of them chatted and drank tea and enjoyed themselves.

Han Ji said to go and come back quickly, but when she returned two hours later, she supported the old man and slowly went downstairs, Han Ji's eyes were red and swollen, and she must have cried.

"Han Ji, when are you going to get married?"

The old man stopped at the top of the stairs and asked her.

"September 18th."

"Han Ji, congratulations!"

The old man cupped Han Ji's face and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

But Han Ji cried bitterly.

Han Ji watched as the old man went out from the gate of the manor and left in a car. She did not return to the living room where the three of them were chatting, but went upstairs alone with her face covered.

The next day, Bai Lang drove to a nursing home ten kilometers away from his apartment, and he told the director, "I want to meet an old man named Zheng Daoyuan." ”

Bai Lang waited in the reception room and saw an old man who was old but seemed to be loyal and upright. He stood at the door of the reception room, looking at Bai Lang with a hesitant gaze. Bai Lang gently supported the old man, and after he sat down on the chaise longue, he said to the old man in a peaceful and kind tone:

"Mr. Zheng Daoyuan, you were originally a resident of Deer Park, right? On behalf of the residents of the town, I would like to ask you to accept this money, a total of 1,000 yuan. ”

This made the old man very surprised and his eyes widened, and he had no money to live in the nursing home, so he was funded by the town to let him move in. With today's situation, he is grateful, and to his surprise, he can also receive 1,000 yuan to help the poor, which is a huge amount of money for him, and the old man is already in tears.

"In that case, please sign the receipt!"

The old man signed with a trembling hand.

"It is said that your old man has lived in the deer park for more than forty years, and has served a patron diligently for thirty years, is that true?"

"Yes, my service in Purple Spirit Manor started from Han Ye's father's time!"

"It's been a long time, can you tell me what the deer park was like? For example, who lives there? What kind of people are there who often come and go in the Purple Spirit Manor?"

"Okay! It's been a long time, but I still remember it vividly. ”

This unexpected joy of 1,000 yuan made the old man tell the old story with great interest. Shirarou also gathers the information he needs.

During this period, what Bai Lang paid the most attention to was the past involving Han Yan, Han Ji and their father Han Sen.

"Mr. and Mrs. Han Sen live in Mingyue Villa. However, the relationship between them is not harmonious, and their fierce quarrels can often be heard in the manor. The root cause of the quarrel was Han Sen's small temperament and jealousy, and he was very disgusted with his wife's cousin. Whenever her cousin came, the two of them would quarrel. ”

"What's his wife's cousin's name?"

"Yao Lide. Because he often visited the house, Han Sen's wife had a very good relationship with him, which annoyed Han Sen. Some rumors spread from among the servants. ”

"What kind of gossip?"

"They rumored that the father of the eldest lady Han Yan was Yao Lide, not Han Sen. Naturally, I didn't believe this kind of rumors at all, but after Mr. Han Sen heard the rumors, he doubted the relationship between the two. Whenever Yao Lide came to visit, he was very unhappy in his heart. I remember once blasting Yao Lide out, for this reason, the two fought hard, and since then, Yao Lide has never come to the door. After another three or four years, the second lady Han Ji was born. ”

"From this point of view, there must be no doubt that Han Ji is Mr. Han Sen's biological daughter! So, what did Han Sen do to pass away?"

"Long-term excessive drinking caused a stroke, and the treatment was ineffective and he died."

"After his death, does Yao Lide often come and go to Mingyue Villa?"

"Yes, and thus gossip spreads among the servants. A maid once said to me, "Look! Yao Lide must leave all the money to the eldest lady Han Yan, he and his wife have already discussed, the second lady Han Ji is very miserable! Not a penny for her. ”

This made Bai Lang have to think about it.

"As Yao Lide's child, Han Yan can get a lot of money, will Han Ji, who knows these inside information, be jealous of her sister's good luck?"

"Don't be cranky! How could such a sweet and lovely girl do such a thing?"

Bai Lang thought that the place where the boat was tied had been deliberately sawed by the wooden ladder, was it Han Ji's doing? But he quickly vetoed himself.

Shaking his head, Bai Lang wanted to get rid of this hateful thought, but this thought haunted him, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless, and he became even more suspicious of Han Ji.

"What kind of person is Yao Lide?"

On the way back, Shirarou meditated while driving the car.

"Also, who is the old man who came to meet with Han Ji a few days ago? Han Ji was very unhappy when she first saw her business card, but she talked for two hours in her own room on the second floor, and when she went downstairs to see off the guests, her eyes were red and swollen, and then she reluctantly sent the old man away, why is this? There must be something hidden in the meantime. ”

Bai Lang was so busy thinking about these things that the car he was driving almost crashed into a nearby tree, and he hurriedly twisted the steering wheel.

Just a week before Han Ji and Ke Jinliang were due to hold their wedding, Han Ji called Bai Lang and invited him and Yang Haoran to Mingyue Villa.

"Did something happen?"

"Oh, it's complicated. The prosecutor of the Feng Lin case called to say that there was an important matter to discuss, and asked Yang Haoran to be present. ”

"Is Ke Jinliang also there?"

"yes, he'll be there."

Bai Lang and Yang Haoran rushed to Mingyue Villa together. When they arrived, they saw Ke Jinliang and Han Ji talking solemnly, but Jiang Can was not present today. After the prosecutor of the Feng Lin case arrived, he saluted Bai Lang slightly, and then talked with Han Ji and Ke Jinliang.

"During this time, security has been receiving a steady stream of anonymous letters, all printed by typewriters, judging by the inferior typewriting and blurred handwriting, using an old-style typewriter, which, judging by the postmarks on the covers, were sent in Fengjia Township.

"We searched for typewriters owned by families in the town (only a few had typewriters at the time), but to no avail. Early one morning, an old typewriter was found in a garbage dump a kilometer away from the place, and some of the words in the letter were faintly visible in the ink band, which had not completely dried the ink on the ink band. This suggests that the person who sent the anonymous letter abandoned the typewriter after he ran out of it. Look, this is an anonymous letter from the whistleblower, and I'll read it to you. ”