False evidence

Chapter 230 The Most Familiar Stranger (1)

The woman's voice was so shrill that everyone was startled.

"What's going on?"

Startled, Xiao Shen San dropped the half-eaten bone back into the pot, splashing soup all over his face.

The woman realized her mistake and quickly apologized.

She introduced herself, saying, "My name is Li Meizhi, and I'm Lingling's friend."

I said "Oh," lowered my head, and started gnawing on the bone.

Little Shen San, on the contrary, became interested and walked to the sofa, asking in his childish voice:

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

I chuckled to myself. Could this wolf in sheep's clothing from Northeast China have gotten lustful?
He thought Li Meizhi would at most give him a perfunctory reply, but unexpectedly, after another moment of apparent realization, Li Meizhi actually asked him:
Do you believe in reincarnation?

Xiao Shen's lips curled up unconsciously, but he quickly realized what was happening and widened his eyes, asking, "What do you mean by 'past life'?"

Li Meizhi was taken aback, then smiled wryly: "Never mind, never mind... By the way, little friend, what's your name? Have you finished your winter vacation homework?"

Xiao Shen immediately stopped paying attention to her.

Fang Ling, who was behind the counter, suddenly said, "I believe that people have past and present lives."

Li Meizhi's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Fang Ling laughed, but her laugh had a slightly sinister quality.

Li Meizhi seemed to have found a kindred spirit and said urgently, "I believe that people have past lives. Kaiyuan was killed by my enemy from my past life while protecting me!"

Turing shook his head, saying, "Meizhi, I know Kaiyuan's death has been a huge blow to you, but..."

Turing was clearly not very good at persuading people.

Perhaps gossiping is in all women's nature, and Fang Ling is no exception.

She stepped out from behind the counter, hopped onto the sofa, sat down next to Li Meizhi, and asked, "Kaiyuan... is your husband?"

Li Meizhi nodded.

Fang Ling said, "Can you tell me what exactly happened?"

Perhaps her appearance and age made it easy for younger women to feel close to her, and Li Meizhi actually told them her story.

It turned out that a few months ago, one night, Li Meizhi woke up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. She wanted to get some water, but when she went to the living room, she saw a figure rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

Since it was just the couple at home, this person could only be a thief who broke into the house at night.

Li Meizhi screamed in fright.

Her husband was startled awake and rushed to the living room.

The thief was incredibly audacious. Instead of fleeing immediately, he pulled out a weapon and threatened the couple to hand over their valuables.

Li Meizhi's husband was good at judging the situation. He immediately handed over the cash in the house and his watch to the other party as requested, and made it clear that the watch alone was worth tens of thousands of yuan.

They thought the thief would leave after taking the money, but unexpectedly, the thief set his sights on Li Meizhi.

The weather was still warm then, and Li Meizhi and her husband had only been married for half a year, so Li Meizhi's clothing at night... was practically nonexistent.

Seeing the thief forcing his newlywed wife into the room with a knife, Li Meizhi's husband could no longer tolerate it and immediately fought with the thief.

Although Li Meizhi was a woman, she also stepped forward to help.

After the chaos subsided, the thieves finally managed to escape through the door.

However, when Li Meizhi frantically turned on the light, she discovered that her husband was lying in a pool of blood, his chest and abdomen completely soaked in blood, with a knife stuck in his heart.

Fang Ling asked, "Was the murderer caught later?"

Li Meizhi shook her head, wiping away her tears, and said, "No, I called the police right away. Police cars and ambulances came, but Kaiyuan couldn't be saved, and the murderer is still at large."

Xiao Shen San whispered to me, "Looks like we always have to be careful about fire and theft." After comforting Li Meizhi for a while, Fang Ling asked, "What does this have to do with past and present lives?"

Li Meizhi suddenly said, "I recognize that thief!"

I frowned upon hearing this and turned to look, only to see Turing turning his head away with a helpless expression.

Fang Ling asked, "You know the other person? Did you mention that when you reported it to the authorities?"

Li Meizhi said, "That night, I didn't have time to turn on the light until the other person ran away, so I didn't see what the person looked like at all."

I couldn't help but interject: "You can recognize someone you know without even looking at their face."

Li Meizhi shook her head again: "I'm definitely not familiar with him, I don't know him."

Now I know why Turing had that expression.

I now believe in reincarnation, and Yan Fengwei and Meng Zhen are the best examples of this.

However, Li Meizhi's words are contradictory, clearly indicating that she has suffered a mental breakdown after her husband's murder.

It was inappropriate and pointless to interrupt among several women, so I had Shen San clean up the mess and went into the consultation room myself.

About half an hour later, I took the French Bulldog out after it finished its IV drip and gave the dog owner some instructions.

After watching Turing and Li Meizhi get into the car and leave, I turned around and noticed that Fang Ling's expression was a little strange.

I teased her, "In your time, psychologists weren't common, were they?"

Fang Ling looked at me and said, "I understand what you mean, but I don't think she has any mental problems."

I am noncommittal.

Fang Ling suddenly said, "She saw what the thief looked like. Not only did she see it, she could almost describe all the thief's distinctive features."

I was taken aback. "Did she explain things to the police?"

Only after I asked the question did I realize that Fang Ling's words were grammatically incorrect.

“She told the police everything, not only the thief’s physical characteristics, but also his physical features. She even told the police that the thief had a surgical scar on his abdomen,” Fang Ling said, still looking at me.

"Oh, the other person was shirtless." I suddenly realized.

According to Li Meizhi, it was still very hot when the incident occurred. It's not unusual for a thief to be shirtless during a burglary, but they can't exactly be wearing a suit and tie, can they? That's something you only see in movies.

Fang Ling shook her head: "The other person was wearing a shirt."

"Oh." I didn't plan to talk to her about it anymore, because I had noticed that Fang Ling had a habit of staring into people's eyes when she spoke.

Her eyes were naturally large, and their whiteness was as clear as autumn water.

Staring into eyes like that for too long makes it hard not to make some connections.

Fang Ling suddenly said behind me, "If you ask me, it's probably because she described the situation to the police in too much detail that they haven't caught the thief yet."

Before I could speak, Fang Ling raised her voice slightly angrily and said, "Can you stop acting like it's none of your business? Can you let me finish what I have to say?"

I had no choice but to turn around and shrug: "Please continue, Great Detective of the Republic of China."

Fang Ling glared at me. "It's precisely because her description was so detailed that it felt like she knew the thief as well as if he were her bedmate! If I were a police officer, after hearing her contradictory statements, I would also think she had mental problems. But I would still subconsciously search for the thief based on her description of his appearance."

Seeing that I was pouting and not speaking, Fang Ling was about to speak again when suddenly there was a knocking sound on the glass outside.

Two people were standing outside the door, one of whom was Gao He's lover.

Another man was beside her, his head down, so his appearance was not clearly visible.

However, the moment I saw the man's clothes, my mind went blank.

Despite the freezing weather, this person was only wearing a thin black suit.

Even though he was pulling his arms around, I could still see the blood-stained shirt inside his collar.

This man was actually the same man in the suit that Fang Ling and I had seen at Shuangshan Cemetery last time!
(End of this chapter)