False evidence

Chapter 113 The only one
Seeing her own flesh and blood, whom she had raised with her own hands, turn against her to save her own life, the old woman went mad on the spot.

Liu Yi'er certainly wouldn't let her son off the hook, but he didn't elaborate on how he would deal with the man.

Because when he talked about how the old woman had her ears cut off by her own son, Lin Qin'en almost vomited.

The girl who had just been rescued huddled in Lin Qin'en's arms, trembling like a leaf.

The ship is docked at the pier.

Liu Yi'er, Lin Qin'en, and the girl boarded the ship with the others.

Pidan, Qizhen, and I didn't follow.

But after the ship left the dock, I felt a blur before my eyes.

When visibility returned, they discovered that the boat had actually sailed back.

Hearing the noise around us, and looking around, we realized that although we were still at the dock, it was no longer the dock where the ships had left.

Lin Qin'en and his two companions went ashore and entered a restaurant.

Seeing the three of them eating and drinking, Pidan and I had to endure another ordeal.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Liu Yier picked his teeth and mumbled:

"Qin'en, I didn't get anything good on this trip outside the Great Wall. There are quite a few Manchu bannermen from the late Qing Dynasty living in this Hebei area, so I still have to try my luck there. Let's part ways here, brothers."

He presented the bundle he had obtained from the kidnapped mother and child to Lin Qin'en:
"The mother and daughter only have these valuable items with them, so I'll take them and offer them as a congratulatory gift to you and your sister-in-law."

As soon as he said that, he stood up, picked up his suitcase, and left.

Lin Qin'en had just gotten up when he had already disappeared.

Lin Qin'en had a good grasp of his temperament, so he shook his head with a wry smile and sat down again.

He drank three cups of wine before remembering to open the bundle to check.

The moment the wrapping was lifted, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Inside the bundle were a pair of bronze candlesticks, each about a foot tall!
Besides the candlestick, there was also a money pouch, which Liu Yi'er had clearly deliberately placed there for Lin Qin'en's travel expenses...

Next, Pidan, Qizhen, and I followed the movements of Lin Qin'en and the girl, experiencing multiple changes in time and place.

Until she appeared on a train, the girl who was originally scruffy had become neat and tidy. Although she still couldn't speak fluently, she was able to intermittently join in the conversation.

As the train was moving, a foreigner with a flushed face passed by. Pidan stared in astonishment, his eyes wide: "A foreign devil? Xiaosan, what you said before was all true?!"

All I could do was force a laugh.

Let alone her, some things I told myself sounded absurd.

However, the facts have been proven time and again, leaving no room for doubt.

When the toilet door was kicked open, many people, including Lin Qin'en, looked over.

But before long, most people's attention turned to a white figure that was rushing towards them.

I finally saw someone's face clearly and directly.

However, as he passed by me, his cold gaze only swept across Lin Qin'en's face.

What happened next was exactly the same scene that flashed before my eyes when I met Tong Xiangnan in the detention center...

In the blink of an eye, it was already dark outside the car.

As night fell, watching Lin Qin'en still talking enthusiastically with the girl, I really couldn't describe my feelings at that moment.

"Girl, remember this, from today onwards, you'll take my surname, Lin. As for your given name... we'll have to ask Grandpa to name you that when we get back. In short, from now on, you're my little sister, a member of the Lin family! By the way, do you remember what I told you before? Say it to me."

The girl licked her lips, blinked her big eyes, and stammered, "Sister Zhen and I are... from the same hometown. She and I... were both trafficked. I'm from a poor family, but...Sister Zhen comes from a wealthy family, a family with seven distinguished relatives..."

"You idiot! It's 'scholarly family,' not 'seven fragrances'! And it's 'Qi Zhen,' not 'qi needle'!"

Lin Qin'en chuckled and pinched her cheek. "Let me ask you one more time! What's my name? And who am I to you?"

The girl looked up at him, her eyes filled with a strange light: "You are Lin Qin'en..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the overhead light in the carriage flickered a few times and then went out.

Perhaps because we were so close, even though it suddenly got dark, I could still vaguely see the figures of Lin Qin'en and the girl. I vaguely heard Lin Qin'en say in a low voice, "Why do I suddenly feel uneasy? Girl, quickly crawl under the table."

For a considerable period after that, I was like a blind person, unable to see anything.

It wasn't until a soft 'clang' that my vision gradually returned.

However, all I saw at that moment was a bronze candlestick on the floor in front of Lin Qin'en's seat.

Lin Qin'en himself has disappeared...

In the dim light, Qi Zhen asked me in a trembling voice, "Is he dead?"

"Ah."

"Does he really want to marry me?"

"Yes, otherwise why would he teach girls to lie? He wouldn't lie to his father, but he was still worried that you wouldn't be accepted, so he said you were originally a young lady from a wealthy family."

"What was he doing with the candlestick just now?" Pidan asked.

I took a deep breath: "Many people have a sixth sense before they encounter danger. He must have had a premonition, which is why he told the girl to hide under the table. The long-haired bald guy is a straightforward person; he probably took the candlestick for self-defense."

When we saw the light again, we were no longer on the train.

Inside the courtyard of a family's house, black and white decorations were hung in the main room, and a coffin was placed in front of the door, making it look like a funeral hall.

The person lying in the coffin is Lin Qin'en.

A group of people were dressed in mourning clothes, but apart from a few people who stayed by the coffin and wept, most of them were in the courtyard, pointing and cursing at a girl who looked to be in her teens.

The girl spoke haltingly, but she kept repeating the 'lie' that Lin Qin'en had taught her on the train, over and over again, word for word, while crying.

The girl never got to have her own name.

She finally couldn't bear the Lin family's venting of accusations and insults, and took her own life.

In the moments before she slammed her head against the coffin and died, she only uttered one sentence:
"Only you are good to me..."

……

In the instant the girl was hit and killed, I finally broke free from the fantasy and returned to reality.

Ignoring the pain in the back of my head, I immediately looked at the preserved egg.

I was still choking her.

Her gaze was indescribable.

But one thing is certain: she is definitely not the person who made the preserved egg.

"Where's the preserved egg? Where's the preserved egg?!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Cough cough cough cough... Ugh... Spit... Spit..."

Yan Fengwei, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up, pressed his hands to his throat, and spat out several mouthfuls of saliva with blood streaks.

"You bastard...you bastard, you're not dead?" Meng Zhen hurriedly crawled over and helped him up.

"Luckily I hit this kid first, otherwise... he really would have taken my life."

Yan Fengwei rolled his eyes at me, then staggered to his feet with Meng Zhen's help.

He stared at the preserved egg for a while, coughed twice, and asked, "Xiao Zhen, tell me the truth, have you ever loved me?"

Century Egg smiled.

No, it should be said that Qi Zhen laughed.

She smiled and shook her head, pushed my hand away, and slowly walked up to Yan Fengwei. "Liu Yier is right, you are not my only one."

She turned to Meng Zhen, two tears suddenly streaming down her face, and murmured, "She is the one who deserves your love..."

(End of this chapter)