False evidence

Chapter 175 Hidden Yin, Peerless
During this time, I was constantly worried about Fang Ling's safety, taking care of Uncle Cheng, and also keeping an eye on Kuang Shichang's fate.

Now, hearing Shen San and Pi Dan mention "mystery shoppers" again, a series of mysteries from the day of the incident came back to mind.

Fang Ling, a woman who never even knew how to take a car when she went out, suddenly dressed up as a fashionable lady and went to Dongtaimen to sell jewelry.

Then, he went to Cao Furui, a place that ordinary people could only dream of, to have clothes made.

What's most puzzling is that Cao Xinyun insisted that a men's suit she ordered six months ago was made for me.

The key point is that it was only a 'semi-finished product'. Once the final payment was made and it was completed, it would be a shroud for the dead!
I told Pidan and Shen San about it.

Pidan shook his head repeatedly, "How could that be? Weren't you still in school half a year ago?"

I said, "Yes, if it weren't for Brother Ping's help, I wouldn't have known about Sanfen Street, let alone Shuangshan Road."

Pidan thought for a moment and said, "Then there's only one possibility: the clothes weren't made for you, it's just a coincidence that you and the person who made the clothes are about the same size."

Xiao Shen, who hadn't spoken a word until now, suddenly asked, "How much savings does Fang Ling have?"

I said, "I really didn't know that."

Xiao Shen said, "A person who is deemed intellectually disabled will not spend money unless they are cheated. If I were her father, I would regularly deposit money into her account every month. Because if I, an old widower, were to have an accident one day, leaving behind a mentally disabled daughter, no matter how much wealth I have, it is hard to guarantee that it will not be divided and harmed by unscrupulous people."

I want to save a separate sum of money for my daughter so she can at least support herself in the future. When I have this thought, it's definitely because I truly feel I'm getting old. Most likely, it's because I had a serious illness, and although I've recovered, the thought of dying one day makes me want to do my best to make arrangements for my daughter in advance.

I said, "Three years ago, Uncle Cheng said that he had a tumor, stayed in the hospital for half a year, and had nearly half of his liver removed."

"Let's start from two and a half years ago. During that time, the savings he had for Fang Ling should have been around 100,000 yuan. A set of clothes cost 98,000 yuan, and there was still a balance of 98,000 yuan; she also had a set of clothes made for herself, costing 12,000 yuan. Because of the two sets of clothes, she should have spent all her savings, and in the end, she had to sell her ring to make up the difference."

Xiao Shen nodded at me: "You still think a woman who knows how to spend money is mentally challenged?"

Xiao Shen lowered his eyelids and didn't speak for a long time, just counting on his fingers.

When the van stopped on Sanfenqian Street, he suddenly said, "You haven't seen Fang Ling, but she must have seen you before."

"How can I be sure?"

“Let’s calculate the time,” Xiao Shen said. “I remember you said you came to this city three years ago.”

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I shook my head vigorously and was about to say that I should deal with the immediate issue first.

But then I saw Shen San pointing at his own nose with one hand.

"how?"

Xiao Shen chuckled wickedly: "Fang Ling is just mentally challenged, but I used to be a complete idiot!"

I suddenly realized: "You mean, like you, she has another consciousness taking over her?"

Shen San said, "Let's assume it's true for now. There's one more thing we're sure of: she hates you and wants to kill you. If the photos she took of you don't prove that, then the funeral clothes she made for you confirm that she not only wants to kill you, but she also loves you very much—loves you so much that she wants to kill you."

"You watch too many movies!" I waved my hand. "Get out of the car!"

As we walked into Sanfenqian Street, Xiao Shen suddenly turned into a general store, pointed at the shelves, and turned back to me and Pidan in his childish voice:
"Brother and sister, I want to eat chocolate!"

I pulled the preserved egg into the general store.

As the boss turned around to get something, Xiao Shen quickly whispered, "Someone's following us. We need to play it by ear."

I nodded.

Pidan leaned closer and whispered, "Who's following us?"

I said, "He's an ugly bastard and a fool."

“Lu…” I gestured for Pidan to be quiet and whispered, “His appearance is ‘shocking.’ Even with a hat and mask, he still looks strange. You don’t need to turn around later; just pay attention to the way people on both sides look at us from behind, and you’ll know how much of a failure he is.”

By the time they arrived at Uncle Cheng's house, Pidan had rolled his eyes countless times.

The meaning was clear: the truth had been revealed, and she realized just how poor the other party's tracking methods were.

The people on the street were staring at us like we were Martians, so why would we bother following them?

The seal on Uncle Cheng's door was still on, but it had expired.

Surprisingly, after we entered the courtyard and closed the gate, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Xiao Shen opened the door without hesitation.

The man outside was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, but you could still tell he was bald.

"May I come in and talk?" the man asked in a low voice.

"Come in." Xiao Shen stepped aside with his hands behind his back. "Close the door behind you."

The visitor was obedient; after locking the door, he turned around and immediately took off his mask.

It really was Lu Zelin.

"If you're willing to show your face, then this isn't stalking; you're deliberately looking for us. What's the matter?" Xiao Shen asked in a roguish tone.

Lu Zelin took off his hat and suddenly bowed deeply to him, then bowed to me and Pidan respectively.

I blocked his way with my arm: "Speak your mind."

Lu Zelin seemed a little distracted. After a while, he turned to Shen San and said:

"Third Master, it was Master who sent me to find you. He said that as long as I show you one thing, you will know that I have no ill intentions."

As he spoke, he put his right hand into his pocket, and when he took it out again, there was a strangely shaped finger sheath on his index and middle fingers, resembling an animal claw.

Xiao Shen's eyes sharpened: "Digging claws! Why are there two?"

Lu Zelin's expression darkened: "One is mine, and the other is Master's. The Soul-Hidden Coffin sank into the sea, and Master went to Master Xu's inn. The Hidden Yin lineage has now come to an end."

"Zang Zhiqiang is dead?!" Xiao Shensan exclaimed in shock. "How did he die?"

"I have no face to face the ancestor, so I went into the new grave myself and filled it with soil."

Xiao Shen's eyes darted around: "Did he use up his quota for splitting his soul to spy on the living?"

Lu Zelin nodded.

Xiao Shen San angrily said, "Does he really want the Yin-Yang Fan that badly? The Hidden Yin lineage has been passed down for thousands of years, and it's just gone like that? Bastard! Utterly bastard!"

Lu Zelin burst into tears: "Third Master, please stop cursing my master! He's gone! He wanted the Yin-Yang Fan, but it wasn't for his own selfish reasons. He used all his quota, all for me. He loved me!"

At this point, Lu Zelin took out a laminated photo and handed it over.

Although the young man in the photo had hair, I recognized him as Zang Zhiqiang, whom I had seen at Shuangshan Cemetery a while ago.

The other person he was holding was a little boy, who, judging from the photo, was even smaller than Xiao Shen San.

However, this child was much more attractive and adorable than Shen Sannai.

I looked at the child in the photo, then at Lu Zelin in front of me, and exclaimed incredulously, "This child is you?!"

(End of this chapter)