Chapter 119 Doggerel

My daughter would actually call her biological father a beast. This is something I didn't expect before Huang Lan spoke.

Huang Boyuan told me that his eldest daughter went abroad because she opposed his remarriage, but now it seems that there is another hidden reason.

"That old fox really didn't tell me the truth." Calm down and straightened out my thoughts, although I accepted Huang Boyuan's commission, it involved the Double-Faced Buddha and I had to find out the truth about that incident.

"Maybe I can get clues to the mysterious picture from this woman." My biggest advantage now is that Huang Boyuan doesn't know that her daughter came to me. I can dig out Huang Boyuan's secrets from Huang Lan, and I can Get close to Huang Boyuan and make some insinuations to verify the authenticity of what Huang Lan said.

Thinking of this, I took out a pen and paper and took notes: "Speak slowly and don't get excited. I can consider your request."

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

"It's okay." Of course I wouldn't care about this: "You said that Director Huang has lied to you for twenty years. I wonder what he lied to you about? After all, you are his biological daughter."

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

"Wait a minute, when your mother died, Director Huang should have been negotiating with Nanfang Pharmaceutical in other places. From the most basic time of committing the crime, he should be excluded."

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

Huang Lan's words shocked me. If this is true, then Huang Boyuan is too terrible.

"I felt something was wrong when I was very young. On the day my mother passed away, I still vaguely remember that there was half a cup of hot tea in the teacup on the table. My mother hated tea, so this cup of tea must have been made for someone else. After I left There were outsiders coming in during that time at home.”

"Could it be the landlord or a neighbor?" It would be a bit arbitrary to speculate based on just a cup of tea.

Huang Lan was very dissatisfied with my interrupting her. She seemed to have concluded in her heart that the murderer was Huang Boyuan: "If a cup of tea can't explain anything, I have other evidence."

"A few days after his mother passed away, Huang Boyuan started working in a pharmaceutical factory. He had a passionate relationship with the daughter of the owner of the pharmaceutical factory. Within a few weeks, he got a divorce certificate and remarried. At this speed, if you think the two of them had never had an affair before, do you think I would believe it? ?"

There are some problems with Huang Lan's logic, but I don't think there are any: "Perhaps Tianyi's destiny is so fierce."

"What did you say?"

"Ms. Huang, can you provide any other evidence? I have no way of starting with these things that happened twenty years ago, let alone helping you investigate."

"Evidence? What more evidence do you want?"

"For example, witness and physical evidence, I need something tangible that I can touch and understand, and build a complete chain of evidence. Only in this way can the conclusion drawn be convincing, and the pressure in your heart can be Only then can the stone fall safely." I lit a cigarette: "Although you call Director Huang a beast, you should still have some hope for him in your heart, hoping that he is not the murderer. This is why you came to me. Is that right?"

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

"I am completely disappointed with that man. I hope you will stop making these self-righteous remarks. Besides, I hate men who smoke." Huang Lan took out a brocade handkerchief from her purse and covered her mouth and nose, frowning.

"Feel sorry."

When I put out the cigarette butt, Huang Lan continued to speak: "Before I went abroad, I carried Huang Boyuan to the south many times to find the businessman who bought his prescription. I went there four times, and the emperor paid off and finally let me Found the drug dealer in jail.”

"He is just a liar. From what he said, I learned that Huang Boyuan seemed to have seen through his scam early and never traded with him at all. In other words, Huang Boyuan has never been to the south."

Huang Boyuan had never been to the south, so he had enough time to commit the crime. In addition, Huang Lan had not been out for a long time, but the other party accurately seized this opportunity. The hot tea on the table is also key. No matter who makes the tea, it at least shows that the person entering the room is familiar with Huang Lan's mother.

"It's very possible that Huang Boyuan was hiding near your house, 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. His last glimmer of hope was shattered, and he had no choice but to go to the hospital in despair. I have to choose between my wife and my daughter, so..."

This speculation is reasonable, but it is only speculation.

"Do you have any other clues?"

Huang Lan pulled out a photo from her handbag: "I can't tell clearly, just take a look for yourself."

After taking the photo, there was a line of beautiful handwriting on it, which should have been written by a girl: "Dad chose me, I want to live, and I want to live for my mother."

I read it several times but still didn’t understand: “What does this sentence mean?”

"This is the content of my sister's diary that I secretly photographed. She never shows her diary to others." Huang Lan flipped through her phone. There were many similar photos in her phone: "Huang Boyuan chose her. That's obvious. Abandoning my mother, my sister was the only witness present, so her words should be credible."

"Your sister was only a few months old at that time. What could she know?" I very much suspected that Huang Lan had too strong a psychological suggestion, which made everything look like evidence that Huang Boyuan killed his wife.

I took out another cigarette out of habit, but this time I didn't light it: "Ms. Huang, maybe you should be considerate of Director Huang. He probably had no choice at that time."

"Considerate? You don't know what kind of life we ​​were living at that time. My mother's health deteriorated day by day, and later she began to have a trance. She even often talked to herself in front of a painting, pouring out the pain in her heart. ."

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

"Yes, my mother's body was on the verge of collapse at that time. Huang Boyuan was away from home for most of the day, and my mother had to take care of me and my younger sister. She suffered both physical and mental torture." Huang Lan obviously understood. Wrong what I meant.

"Can you tell me more about that painting?" Both Huang Boyuan and Huang Lan mentioned a painting in their memories, which made me very curious.

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

"Are you sure? Are there any details you missed?"

"Anyway, I can't see anything, but my mother hung the painting in the house and often talked about it."

After listening to Huang Lan's words, I silently pondered: "This painting was given to Huang Boyuan by the Double-faced Buddha. It must have ulterior motives. My mother often spoke to the blank scroll, which means she must have discovered something."

I put down the cigarette in my hand and looked at Huang Lan: "Did anything special happen to your family during that time? Don't be anxious and think about it slowly."

Time passed too long, and Huang Lan thought for a long time before saying: "There is one special thing. When Huang Boyuan took the painting home, a beggar came to my house to beg for food. My mother was kind-hearted and gave him a bowl. The noodles were just made. As a result, the beggar ate them all. Without even saying thank you, he put the bowl on the table and hurried out of our rented house without looking back. "

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

I felt something was wrong: "Do you still remember that poem?"

Huang Lan nodded: "It's a very strange poem that doesn't rhyme. I thought it was fun so I memorized it."

She opened her mouth and recited the poem, and the content was indeed very strange: "If there is wood, it is just a tree. If there are people who cannot be the masters, if they are wearing hemp, they must be monsters. If they are presented to the king, they should be flowers."

"A beggar came to my door for no reason and left a limerick?" I wrote these four lines on paper. It felt like it was less like a poem and more like a charade.

After reading it several times, my expression changed drastically: "Huang Lan, it was not Huang Boyuan who might have killed your mother."

I put four lines of poetry in front of Huang Lan: "If this is a crossword puzzle, guess which word matches these four lines of poetry?"

"A word puzzle? What word?"

"There is a word that when you add wood, it becomes a locust; when you add a person, it becomes a puppet; when you add hemp, it becomes a devil; when you add a king, it becomes a rose." I looked into Huang Lan's eyes and said at the same time as her: "This word means ghost!"