Chapter 457 Trump Card

The police arrived soon after Ying Siming arrived. Ying Siming first saw the dead person in the empty house.

She recognized that face. A long time ago, when the woman was not sick, she came to the company to invite her to have afternoon tea when she was still a student.

It was Yun Qitian's wife.

She had a knife on her body, wounded in the neck, and died of excessive blood loss.

There were only her own fingerprints on the knife. After the forensic doctor examined the wound, he concluded that she committed suicide.

As for why she chose to end her life in this strange house, no one knew the real reason.

Even Ying Siming was confused at first, until she saw her child Yun Jing.

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She had heard some of the secrets of the Yun family, and Yun Qitian was eyeing his wife's property.

Thinking of this, Ying Siming completely understood that this was a deliberate "suicide".

Yun Qitian must have used his child to threaten his already seriously ill wife to cooperate with him to complete an experiment.

But Yun Qitian found that he was deceived. His wife's death revealed the scam.

He believed the researcher's lies and thought that there was an extremely complex environment inside the empty house and that no part could be changed without authorization, otherwise the experiment would fail completely.

Even if the other party escaped, he had been keeping the interior of the empty house intact, fearing that if he changed the slightest bit, he would destroy this sophisticated instrument.

He saw in the surveillance that his wife put a knife to her neck after opening the door of the empty house. The door closed automatically.

When he arrived at the scene after the police, he found that his wife had not resurrected and the injury on her neck had not changed.

When the incident was over, he asked someone to dismantle the empty house. Sure enough, under one of the bricks, a passage was found.

He was completely deceived.

Yun Qitian had to hide his anger while pretending to be sad. In Ying Siming's eyes, he was like a funny clown, which was extremely ridiculous.

Because of the murder, Yun Qitian had no reason to keep anyone in the team this time.

In the end, just like Ying Siming's teacher said, they really played an absurd game with the rich, and everything was empty.

Zheng Xun listened to this story, and somehow, he suddenly recalled a scene many years ago.

As the sun set, he sat barefoot on the carpet in the living room with a complete deck of cards in front of him.

Zheng Lin sat opposite him with a gentle voice. He wiped his palm on the surface of the cards, and the cards were evenly cut.

He asked Zheng Xun to randomly draw a card from the deck.

"Brother, can you guess which card I drew this way?"

The young Zheng Xun held the cards tightly against his chest with both hands, raised his head, and asked Zheng Lin naively.

Zheng Lin smiled slightly.

"Of course."

He took out a new deck of playing cards and shuffled them skillfully. The sound of the cards rustling, along with Zheng Lin's slow voice, sounded at dusk.

"Xiao Xun, the more you focus on something, the less you will see.

I put a piece of white paper in front of you, so that you can focus on it. At this time, you will become that piece of white paper in my eyes."

Zheng Lin took out a card from the deck in his hand, pinched it with the tips of his index and middle fingers, and handed it to Zheng Xun under his eyelids, pressing it against the surface of the carpet, and opened it.

Zheng Xun's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, and turned the card that he was holding tightly to the front, and placed it together with Zheng Lin's card.

Two identical colorful joker cards.

It is also a joker, an ace.

Magic is not magic, his brother just has an extraordinary memory, remembering the order of all the cards, remembering all the special marks on those items, and remembering every little white mouse in the cage.

After many years, Zheng Xun faced Ying Siming, who was also deceived by magic, and his lips trembled.

"I would like to ask, what is the name of the researcher who designed such a big scam?"

"The pseudonym he used is not important. At this moment, he is separated from us by a wall."

Zheng Lin sat on the fabric sofa outside the clinic, and the clock on the wall ticked.

He was bored waiting, so he drew a cube on a piece of white paper, and then added many pens on it, turning it from a room into a building.

He raised his head, stared at the clock, and murmured.

"Half an hour..."