False evidence

Chapter 374 Basement

"Son of a bitch!"

Watching the 'meat-faced' girl frantically rummaging through her things, I gritted my teeth and cursed.

I saw it clearly: just as he knelt down and kowtowed to the other person, begging for mercy, the other person crumpled up a note that was originally placed in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth!

Without the IOU, the man named Youzheng had finally found himself in the right:

"Feng the Cripple, although we've known each other for over ten years, words alone aren't enough. I admit I borrowed money from you, but what if I give you the money and then you come back with a receipt and ask me for it back without a written agreement?"

Meat-filled face...

Feng the Cripple stood frozen in place for a long while before finally reacting, "The IOU is clearly right here, how come it's gone? You...you took it? You're trying to renege on your debt!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I run such a big factory, how could I do that kind of thing? You may be lame, but don't let your heart be blinded by greed! When have I ever owed you money!"

Yu Zheng's attitude was tough, and his words became increasingly sarcastic. He even directly denied that he had borrowed any money.

Even a clay Buddha has some earthy qualities.

Feeling deeply aggrieved, Feng the Cripple raised his voice and argued with him.

After a few exchanges, the two actually started fighting.

They shoved and jostled each other from inside the house to outside, with Youzheng yelling, "Go to hell!"

With one leg crippled, Feng staggered backward, and before he could stop, he tumbled over the railing.

"boom!"

When I followed the flustered Youzheng downstairs, Feng the Cripple was already dead.

Although it was only on the second floor, he broke the neck.

People will do things that cross all moral boundaries for money.

However, after a brief moment of panic, Yu's actions crossed the line of basic human decency.

I suppressed my anger and recorded his every move with my eyes, while paying attention to every detail I could see...

"He killed my dad."

With those sorrowful words, a flash before my eyes brought me back to reality.

I stood beside two concrete platforms on the first floor, looking down at the room on the second floor; the lights were off.

Feng Li stared silently at the cement platform for a while, then said, "Come with me." She turned and walked towards the stairs.

She didn't go upstairs, but instead walked to the back of the stairs.

Because of the dim lighting and my previous rush, I didn't even notice that there was a double sliding door at the bottom of the stairs.

The padlock on the door bolt was brand new!
The cigarette butt that had been following me said, "Our dormitory is down here, and there are two storage rooms as well."

Unlike the north, the humid climate in the south is not suitable for building basements.

I once heard a local classmate say that, for a long time, the height of self-built houses by local residents has been restricted.

Ordinary households typically have a maximum of three stories, and if the floor is compressed, it can have three and a half stories.

Because it's a factory building, the ceiling height here is already much higher than that of ordinary houses. It only has two floors and a flat roof. With limited land area, the only way to utilize more space is to dig underground.

The constant urging of the cigarette butts gave me a sense of urgency.

So I put Gao He's instructions to the back of my mind, turned the iron fan around, and inserted the relatively narrow end into the lock ring.

I was trying to pick the lock, but when I used force, I actually pulled the rivet at one end of the rusted latch out of the metal door.

"That saves me trouble!"

I quickly removed the latch, raised my hands, and tried to pry the double doors apart from above.

Surprisingly, the iron gate opened to both sides without making an overly loud noise.

"The lock is new; someone else has been here before!"

"Hmm," said Cigarette Butt. "Young Master came, and... Ya Zhen also came."

"Jiang Yazhen!"

My scalp tingled, and I looked at the cigarette butt.

"She's gone."

I shook my head, indicating that I really didn't understand what he meant.

At this moment, Feng Li had already gone inside with an umbrella.

Behind the door is a staircase leading downwards.

Presumably for moisture protection, it was built with bricks and cement.

It's nearly two meters wide, allowing people to pass through while carrying large packages, which aligns with what Cigarette Butt said—that there's a warehouse underneath.

Feng Li, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at me, saying two words: "Warehouse!" Before she finished speaking, she disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, a dim yellow light suddenly appeared below.

"storehouse……"

Having come this far, there's no turning back for me.

Seeing that the light was dim but not obstructing, he turned off the flashlight and continued walking.

As I approached the bottom, I squinted to get a better look ahead. Suddenly, I missed a step and nearly fell flat on my face.

"Oh!"

A woman's cry of pain rang out nearby.

Looking around, I saw Feng Li.

She fell to the ground right next to me.

I managed to regain my balance in time, but she fell to the ground.

My instinct was to reach out and pull her, but then I heard two voices at the same time.

"Hehe, watch out, you might fall and die!"

Another voice came from one of the rooms: "Who is it?"

"it's me!"

The response came from a boy who suddenly appeared in front of me; he looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old.

"Dad, this woman said she's looking for you, but she fell down!"

Looking at the boy's face, I felt a sense of familiarity, but also a kind of inexplicable disgust.

A person walked out of the room from which the voice came from.

Under the dim incandescent light, I recognized him as 'Youzheng' whom I had seen upstairs before.

Yuzheng was holding a pen and a hard-covered folder, seemingly keeping accounts.

He walked over, saw the woman still lying on the ground, and asked in astonishment, "You are...?"

Feng Li fell quite hard, but she managed to lift her head and said, "You...you're Uncle Jiang, right? I'm Feng Li, and my dad's name is Feng Gu..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuzheng's face had already changed color.

"Are you Uncle Jiang? My dad said he was coming to see you the day before yesterday... but he hasn't gone back yet. Uncle Jiang, have you seen him?"

Jiang Youzheng's eyes kept flashing.

Under the dim light, looking into his eyes, I felt even more terrified than when I saw Feng the Cripple's fleshy face.

Instinctively, I wanted to go and pull Feng Li away.

But right now I can't touch her body at all.

All I could do was yell at her urgently, "Go! Go now!"

The truth is, I know in my heart that the Feng Li I see now is no longer in the same 'time and space' as me.

She can't hear anything I say.

I just noticed that she walks in a very strange way.

Looking at her now, both of her legs were twisted and deformed.

She struggled, but couldn't get up at all.

"Hehe, it really looks like a turtle from the river behind!"

The little boy laughed and jumped up, but when he landed, he landed on Feng Li's back with both feet.

"Click..."

The sound was slight, but it felt like a nerve had been snapped.

"Uncle Jiang, my dad..."

Feng Li endured immense pain and fainted before she could finish speaking.

"What's the matter with you?"

The boy jumped to the side, squatted down, and tried hard to flip her over, saying, "Let's do a turtle flip..."

Feng Li was eventually turned over by him.

However, by then I could also see that Feng Li's mouth was bleeding, her chest was visibly collapsed, and her body was convulsing...

(End of this chapter)