Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 20 The Case of Soul-Seeking at the Coffin (Part 9) (End)

The truth of the matter left Zhao Man in disbelief.

Zhao Xu and Liang Yun wanted to refute, but before they could come up with an answer, Zhao Mingyue loudly announced something else.

"Zhao Mingqian looks shrewd, but he's actually incredibly stupid! He actually thinks his parents truly love him, but in reality, his fourth uncle and aunt would abandon him without hesitation for money! Do you think his fourth aunt came secretly to identify me in the middle of the night instead of immediately after Zhao Mingqian died? Because that 200,000 yuan was right there in their pockets! I begged my family to help me cover up Zhao Mingqian's death, and his fourth uncle and aunt didn't utter a single word of objection at the time. If it weren't for Manman saying she wanted to separate the fourth branch of the family, they wouldn't have made a fuss."

"But thinking about it, getting only 200,000 is too much of a loss, isn't it, Fourth Uncle? So you pretended to be seeking justice for your son and got Fourth Aunt to identify me. When I go to jail, Manman might exclude our entire Third Branch because she suspects I killed Uncle, while your Fourth Branch will only lose Zhao Mingqian but get everything else. How cost-effective! Hahahaha! Your family is truly terrifying!"

Tan Ming turned to look at Zhao Xu and Liang Yun. He didn't need to say anything more; just looking at their sudden change in expression, he knew he had hit a nerve.

It turns out that Liang Yun's breakdown last night was all fake. It wasn't that the police gradually dismantled her lies and uncovered the truth; rather, she had always planned to say those things.

"Thump—" Tan Ming slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and pointed at them. "Liang Yun! You really went to great lengths! Do you know that giving false testimony and providing false statements is a criminal offense!"

Liang Yun trembled, her face turned deathly pale, and she subconsciously turned to look at Zhao Xu.

"What are you looking at? Waiting for the mastermind's instructions? Separate them and interrogate them one by one!" Zheng Yan said sternly.

Zhao Man stared blankly at everything, her sobbing growing louder and louder until finally her eyes rolled back and she fainted in her wheelchair.

……

At 3 p.m., Tan Jia met Zhao Man, who had regained consciousness, at the hospital where her aunt worked.

A slender, frail girl who probably wouldn't live more than a few years.

Tan Ming came with a mission: to get her to agree to let the police exhume her grandfather Zhao Chunsheng's coffin for an autopsy and to clear up the remaining doubts.

Zhao Man didn't say anything, but stared at Tan Jia's hair for a while.

“You look so beautiful. My dad says it’s a bad habit for girls to dye their hair, and that green has a bad connotation,” she said softly.

Tan Jia raised an eyebrow: "Then his aesthetic sense is so outdated that he hasn't seen the development prospects of the styling industry for many years."

"Won't your parents scold you for having hair like that?"

"No matter who it is, they only have the right to make suggestions to me, and at the same time, I also have the right not to adopt those suggestions."

Zhao Man exclaimed softly, "Your person and your hair are so cool. I want to dye my hair like that after this is all over."

"That's good. Life is about trying new things." After saying that, Tan Jia placed a freshly sculpted dough apple next to the hospital bed.

This is the most perfect dough sculpture she has made since she started using a sculpting knife; in her opinion, it is perfectly suitable as a gift.

Zhao Man looked at her curiously, then smiled shyly and said, "Thank you."

Then he turned to Tan Ming, who was waiting to the side, and said, "I agree to an autopsy. If any members of the Zhao family disagree, I can help persuade them."

That evening, Zhao Chunsheng's coffin was dug out.

After examining Zheng Yan, forensic doctor Lao Li nodded and said, "His face was cyanotic with bleeding points, and there were many soybeans in his mouth, blocking his airway... He died of asphyxiation."

So Zhao Li did indeed smother his father to death.

They informed the Zhao family of the news, and the group stopped wearing mourning clothes, but remained as silent as gray lampposts.

Zhao Man drove out in her wheelchair and said to the Zhao family, “This doesn’t mean my father is the same kind of person as Zhao Mingyue and Zhao Mingqian. He is a truly filial son, and everyone can see that. Before my grandfather died, he tormented my father for a long time, insisting that he take care of his excrement, feed him, and give him water, which he did. Every time, he would say, ‘It’s good that your grandfather has passed away peacefully.’ He was waiting for relief, waiting for my grandfather’s relief, and also waiting for his own relief. He didn’t expect that my grandfather would still be angry; he just didn’t want to be tormented anymore.”

Aunt Zhao Man nodded sadly: "Yes, your grandfather had already passed away that day..."

But life is unpredictable; who could have guessed what would happen next?
Zhao Li originally only wanted to do his best to show filial piety before his father's burial, which is why he was allowed to stuff soybeans into his father's mouth.

Now that the truth has come to light, Zhao Man bowed to everyone in the Criminal Investigation Team Two to express her gratitude and handed them a document.

"Thank you for investigating my father's death. This is the 200,000 yuan that Zhao Mingyue transferred to Zhao Mingqian. I'm donating it to your criminal investigation team."

Zheng Yan asked, "What are your own plans?"

"I'm going abroad to have the surgery myself, and I'm never coming back." The Zhao family is a den of dragons and tigers built with money; it's better to leave.

"Is anyone with you? When are you leaving?"

"I've contacted my teacher and lawyer. I'm leaving tomorrow so I can see my dad one last time."

Zhao Li's body has been cremated and will be buried in a public cemetery.

"it is good."

The matter was resolved, and the police car drove away from Shiyuan Village. Sitting in the passenger seat, Zheng Yan looked thoughtfully at the rearview mirror, where Zhao Man's figure gradually shrank until it disappeared around the corner.

The next morning, Zhao Man was pushed to the cemetery by her aunt. A black and white photo was pasted on the newly carved tombstone, and Zhao Li's silent face seemed to be right in front of her.

It reminded her of the first time she fainted a few years ago and was diagnosed with health problems; Zhao Li had also remained silent during that time.

The next day, she discussed it with her grandfather and brought Zhao Mingyue and Zhao Mingqian to live in her house. They moved around the company as freely as she did, and her third uncle and aunt, as well as her fourth uncle and aunt, also started to receive benefits.

At that time, Zhao Li would observe his two nephews for a while and confide in her, saying that Mingqian was actually smarter than Mingyue, but unfortunately his personality was not stable.

The wind rustled the bouquet in her arms, and her aunt's choked sobs interrupted her reminiscence.

Zhao Man turned her head and said, "Auntie, you can go out first. I want to spend some time alone with Dad."

After everyone left, she continued to stare at the photo for a long time before bending down to place the daisies she had brought in front of the tombstone.

She only uttered one sentence throughout, and the sadness on her face looked like a mask that had been pasted on:

“Dad, you’re right. Zhao Mingqian is indeed smarter than Zhao Mingyue.”

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The spring blossoms in the city have faded in March, but the new buds on the roadside trees are a vibrant green.

Tan Jia's dough sculpting skills have improved significantly. He can now press out eye sockets for human heads, sculpt different face shapes, and knead limbs of different thicknesses. He is now learning to carve flowing hair.

The clay heads she used for practice were all very small; doing such delicate work could easily cause her to become cross-eyed.

Her aunt didn't quite understand her direction: "You've only been learning for a short time. You could start with simpler subjects like animals, fruits, and the twelve zodiac animals. Why insist on sticking to the most complex human figures? Besides, you don't have any drawing skills yet; that face is just..."

Lin Daiyu's eyes have all become slanted.

Tan Jia only said that the key is to try.

She felt a sense of urgency. The Zhao family case was closed, so when would she have a third dream? Would there be an even more serious murder? What was the meaning behind these dreams?
Now she doesn't dare to go to bed early at night, for fear of having nightmares again, and she even sets an alarm to wake up in the middle of the night to drink water.

Tonight was the same; she woke up in the middle of the night, played on her phone until five or six o'clock when it was just getting light, before finally falling asleep.

My breathing gradually calmed down, and only the wind made my hair flutter... Wait, where did the wind come from?
She opened her eyes and saw the face of a young girl, pale and thin with deep eye bags, but her eyes burned like a raging fire.

They were too close; their breathing was mixed with a sound that was neither crying nor laughing.

With a heavy heart, she gave the girl a sharp shove, and the girl, like a paper butterfly, flew over the rooftop railing and plummeted to the ground.

She looked out from the edge of the railing. There was definitely wind; this was an apartment building, and the wind was howling mournfully, like a muffled cry for help.

Finally, with a loud "bang," a pool of blood splattered on the ground, accompanied by the high-pitched screams of several people on the ground.

Its daybreak.

Tan Jia sat up abruptly like a zombie.

The rapid breathing was not as bad as before, but my hands and feet were cold.

She covered her eyes, felt the heat transfer to her palms, took a deep breath, and resignedly dressed and went downstairs a moment later.

Zhao Man: Without shedding blood, two were killed and three sentenced. Dad, actually, I'm the smartest one.
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(End of this chapter)