False evidence

Chapter 167 Reunion with Tong Xiangnan (Part 1)
After making a phone call, Gao He turned to me and said, "Too many people can go to the prison for visits."

Little Shen San grabbed Pi Dan's hand and said in a childish voice, "Sister Xiao Fan and I will stay."

For some reason, when he said that, I suddenly felt that his eyes looked a little strange...

After getting into another government vehicle, I pointed to the suitcase and said to Cao Xinyun, "This was custom-made by Sister Ling, but it's definitely not for me. Half a year ago, I was still in school and didn't know her or Uncle Cheng at all."

Cao Xinyun shook his head: "She met with my great-grandfather and said she wanted to have clothes custom-made, but she didn't say who they were for. But I'm sure these clothes are for you."

"Isn't that ridiculous? I don't even know her, why would she make clothes for me?"

Cao Xinyun shook his head again, then simply took the suitcase and placed it on my lap: "Change into your clothes, change from head to toe. Tell me when you're done."

I hesitated for a moment, then opened the box.

As Cao Xinyun instructed, after changing into my new clothes, I sat in the chair, speechless for a long time.

“Now you’re still saying this outfit wasn’t for you?” Cao Xinyun asked me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "It's for me."

People can look alike, and their body shapes can be extremely similar.

However, when all the clothes, from the inside out, from top to bottom, even the shoes and socks are close to the body.

To say that you wore someone else's clothes by mistake would be unacceptable.

Gao He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror a few times, then exhaled and said, "Do you think Tong Xiangnan will think we've traveled through time when he sees you two dressed like this? Maybe he'll even think that Yuan Shikai has ascended the throne, granted a general amnesty, and is going to release him."

Cao Xinyun said, "There are never any rulers in Cao Furui's tailor shop. Because the eyes of the Cao family are the ruler. So, I am 100% sure that this dress is for you. But when you said that the person who made the dress was your sister, I was very surprised and confused."

"Why?" I asked.

Cao Xinyun glanced at me again. "Because this outfit isn't finished yet."

This time, Gao He couldn't help but ask, "It looks quite complete and well-organized to me. What's not quite right?"

There is no embroidery.

"embroidery?"

Cao Xinyun nodded: "Ninety-eight thousand is only the price of a semi-finished product. The final payment is still ninety-eight thousand. The missing piece is the embroidery."

Gao He grunted: "You and some of the people I know are in the same industry."

Cao Xinyun snorted coldly: "We're all tailors, but if the Cao family claims to be second, no one dares to claim to be first. The third and fourth places are vacant."

Gao He turned the direction around and said, "You've got it wrong. The men I was talking about are also in jail now. They were robbers."

I said, "Brother Gao, did you really have a fight with your wife?"

"It's nothing. Why bother getting angry over Fang Ling's accident?"

“It’s definitely not a small matter, otherwise you wouldn’t have been so confused.”

I turned to Cao Xinyun: "Sister Ling is my boss, not my biological sister, but I treat her like one. If the clothes were made for me, why would you be surprised and confused if a sister made clothes for her brother? The key point is, what is the content of the embroidery worth 98,000?"

Cao Xinyun and I exchanged glances, and he genuinely looked extremely puzzled. He then said, enunciating each word clearly, "Golden threads and silver threads—fortune and longevity!"

I shuddered violently. Gao He's shoulders also visibly trembled. "Fu Shou Quan... isn't that a shroud for the dead?"

Cao Xinyun said, “That’s why I was surprised and confused. Sanqi, I can tell that apart from your right hand being a little clumsy, you’re in good health. If you’re talking about illness… your girlfriend is seriously ill, isn’t she? You said you didn’t know Fang Ling half a year ago, but now you treat her like an older sister. An older sister you didn’t know half a year ago is ordering funeral clothes for her healthy younger brother… I suddenly feel that this older sister of yours is even more terrifying than the murderer who slit the throat.”

……

Given my relationship with Tong Xiangnan... we can't really be considered to have any relationship at all.

I am not eligible to visit you in prison.

But this time Gao He played the 'official business card,' which is why Cao Xinyun and I were able to meet with Tong Xiangnan.

"What happened?" As soon as we met, Tong Xiangnan stared at my right hand and asked, then his gaze shifted to my clothes.

I was still thinking about Fang Ling's various unusual behaviors when I saw his eyes and suddenly remembered something, which made me shudder.

Tong Xiangnan seemed very nervous, partly because of my injured right hand and partly because of my clothes.

The suitcase Cao Xinyun gave me contained an entire outfit of white.

A white undershirt, white pants, white socks, and a pale white Chinese-style long gown.

The only thing was the shoes, which had black uppers and multi-layered soles.

This outfit is commonly seen in TV dramas set in the Republican era.

But in reality, I know someone who absolutely loves wearing white...

"Did he contact you?" Tong Xiangnan asked.

I knew who this 'he' referred to. After thinking for a moment, I said, "A lot has happened recently, but it all seems to revolve around one thing. I feel like I've fallen into a whirlpool and can't get out no matter what I do."

However, that's not why I'm here. Our meeting time is limited, and I need your help analyzing a case.

This is a serial murder case; the killer used a razor blade to slit throats. A friend of mine, who was also an older sister, was a victim. I must catch that bastard!

Tong Xiangnan and I looked at each other for a while, then Tong Xiangnan shook his head and said, "Your mind is still relatively clear, but you're mixing personal feelings into your speech, so it's not appropriate for you to talk to me about the case."

His gaze swept across the room, bypassing Gao He, and landed on Cao Xinyun's face: "Your eyes are filled with doubt. You may be involved in this case, but you're still an outsider. You're the calmest one, so tell me, what exactly is going on?"

Although Cao Xinyun was surprised, he did not hesitate and started from when we arrived at his shop, concisely and clearly recounting the whole incident.

Tong Xiangnan turned to Gao He: "I want to see photos of the two victims, both everyday photos and photos of the crime scene."

Gao handed him two stacks of photos.

After Tong Xiangnan finished looking through each photo, he first organized the photos of Fang Ling's life collected by the police and placed them back in front of Gao He:

"She is a very focused person, but her focus is not a habit, but rather compulsive. Or to put it bluntly, she may have an intellectual disability, because her brain is not very good, so she must focus in order to do something well."

Then, he placed another stack of photos in front of Gao He: "This woman came from a wealthy family and had a doctorate. If nothing unexpected happened, she should have been a teacher at an art school before she was murdered. Her personality... was very strong-willed, and because of this, she was not very likable and had very few friends."

Gao He subconsciously rubbed his forehead, glancing sideways at Tong Xiangnan: "Are all psychologists this amazing? They can tell a person's profession just from a photo?"

Tong Xiangnan shook his head: "The condition of the first victim can indeed be seen from the photos; the second one, Deng Wanzhen, was my first and only girlfriend."

(End of this chapter)