False evidence

Chapter 227 The Nanny (Part 1)

I was startled and quickly backed away.

The old woman, whose appearance had changed, only managed to lunge halfway before collapsing to the ground.

Before I could do anything, she started crying again.

I didn't lean any closer, and asked again, "Why are you crying?"

This time, the old woman responded, crying as she said, "So there really are ghost messengers... Ghost messengers, I'm innocent!"

"Tell me what you've been wronged about."

The old lady cried for a while before straightening up, her face returning to normal.

"Your Honor, I've been wronged..."

That's when I realized that the old woman had mistaken me for a so-called ghost messenger. Because she felt wronged, she didn't want to follow me, which was why she made a move to pounce on me.

I then asked her what injustice she had suffered.

This time, she finally broke down in tears and recounted her grievances.

I told her I wasn't some underworld official, but simply asked for her help. That wouldn't harm her; on the contrary, it would increase her karmic blessings.

After the old lady finished her tearful account, she calmed down considerably. After listening to what I had to say, she thought for a moment and then said:

"I can help you, but can you help me too? I'm not saying I absolutely need to get revenge on that bitch, I'm just worried my old man will suffer the same pain I did!"

I hesitated, because the one who died unjustly was a ghost, while the one who made her suffer injustice was a human. What ability or reason did I have to reason with an unrelated living person?

"Say yes to her first!"

I turned my head and saw that Fang Ling had already limped over to a spot not far away.

Seeing Fang Ling nod slightly at me, I gritted my teeth, turned around and said to the old lady, "I can agree to this for now, but whether it will actually be done is another matter."

The old woman was quite sensible, saying that it was already a rare opportunity for her to save the old man, and that she would do her best as long as she did so.

After the agreement was reached, I asked her for her home address and some other questions. Then I took out the single-seed gourd that Jiang Budai had given me, grabbed the old lady's wrist with my right hand, and put her into the gourd while saying her name and birth date.

Fang Ling twisted her ankle and couldn't walk, so I had to carry her back.

As we passed by, the man in the black suit, covered in blood, was still there, staring straight at us as if his gaze had never left us since we appeared…

After leaving the cemetery and getting into the car, I immediately called Gao He.

When the three of us met and he saw that Fang Ling was injured, he immediately started scolding me.

I'm not angry, because he's one of the people who genuinely cares about Fang Ling.

Gao He said, still annoyed, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and drive to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital!"

"No... I won't go to the hospital!" Upon seeing anyone other than me and Pidan, Fang Ling 'reverted' to her original self, "Xiao Fan... is dying."

Gao He was unaware of this and was shocked to hear it. "What happened to Xiao Fan?"

I said, "Don't ask how she is yet. I want to ask you for help with something." "What do you mean?" Gao He frowned. "Xiao Fan is in the hospital and you still..."

I interrupted him: "Brother Gao! You know my relationship with Pidan! What I'm doing is closely related to her life! But we're not on the same path, so when I ask you for help, it's just that I'll say what I should say and you'll do what you should do."

Knowing me well, Gao He easily understood what I meant and simply asked me what he wanted him to do.

I told him everything I needed to say, and the car had already arrived at the entrance of a residential area.

"Stop the car!"

Gao He lowered the window and showed his identification to a security guard who was peeking out of the guard booth: "Is your security supervisor here?"

Soon, the security supervisor was summoned.

After Gao and I got into the car, he told me to drive.

Gao He asked the security supervisor, "Do you know the Kuang Jingtao family?"

The security supervisor hurriedly said he knew, adding that his wife had been unable to walk since suffering a stroke the year before last, and since the beginning of this year, she had also lost her speech. She passed away three months ago.

"Do they have a nanny?"

The security supervisor said there was a nanny, but then inexplicably scoffed.

"What's wrong?" Gao He turned around and asked.

The security supervisor said, "That nanny was hired by their son who lives in another city. She's been with them for over two years. On the surface, she seems alright, honest and kind, always smiling at everyone. But to be honest, I don't think she's someone to be trifled with."

Once, I was on duty in the monitoring room when I saw her pushing an old lady in a wheelchair for a walk. When there were other people around, she took excellent care of the old lady. But when they were alone, I saw her pinch the old lady's arm and slap her.

Not only me, but several of my colleagues have also seen it, and one even witnessed it firsthand. The moment they walked past, her attitude completely changed. Tell me, how could she be a good person? Besides, she's not a nanny anymore.”

Gao He asked, "What? She was fired?"

The security supervisor chuckled dryly: "Last week, that woman was happily giving us security guards cigarettes and candy. Guess what? She got married to that old man. Mr. Kuang is seventy-one, and she's forty-nine. Everyone knows what she's after, isn't it just the old man's house?"

I said, "She has a son, so the house doesn't belong to her!"

The security supervisor sighed: "Let me tell you officers the truth, I've worked in this neighborhood for over ten years. I heard that this old man, Mr. Kuang, wasn't a good old man even when he was young. Once, he was caught red-handed by the police while getting his hair washed. His daughter bailed him out, and she hasn't had anything to do with him since. Anyway, she's married now, why bother with him?"

When Mrs. Xiong was alive, the two had a pretty good relationship. But this old man, "still got it," would go for walks, which meant he was looking at women. The look in his eyes... well, you can imagine. With him like that, besides his wife who cherished him, who could possibly like him? Luckily, his son was alright; although he worked in another city, he came back every two or three months.

But…sigh. His son died in a car accident six months ago. With his son gone, his daughter cut off all contact, and now this old man, Mr. Kuang, is going to suffer. Although the old woman can't move or speak, she's still mentally sharp and physically okay. I reckon her sudden passing is mostly due to the pain of losing her son.”

Without a moment's hesitation, Gao asked, "How long do your community's surveillance cameras retain data?"

The security supervisor sensed his seriousness. "The longest it's been is a little over a year. I understand what you mean. I'll have someone pull up all the surveillance footage of her abusing the elderly!"

Gao He frowned and nodded: "Let's adjust it first."

While the security supervisor was on the phone, he suddenly pointed to a woman outside the car, who was completely covered up and carrying a bag, walking towards them:

"That's her! She's the nanny the Kwong family hired!"

(End of this chapter)