False evidence

Chapter 411 Four Sixes (Part 2)
Before Tong Xiangnan could finish speaking, Gu Haitao responded again:

"I promise I'll treat you well, but why won't you give me a chance..."

As she spoke, she began to sob.

Tong Xiangnan sighed and told me to go over and help him up.

Gu Haitao was still in a drunken stupor, curled up on the ground like a shrimp, his face covered in tears and snot, looking both pathetic and pitiful.

Erpang and I carried him back to the sofa and wiped his face. He was still fast asleep, but his expression was very pained.

Tong Xiangnan said, "Unless they have received special training, very few people lie in their sleep."

I thought for a moment and said, "Gu Haitao's hometown is more than two thousand kilometers away from the place where that dialect is spoken."

Tong Xiangnan nodded. "It seems this matter is indeed very unusual."

"Uncle, what were you saying just now?" Erpang had been talking nonsense the whole time.

“It’s a dialect from somewhere in Southwest China.” Tong Xiangnan pondered for a moment. “I think it would be better to start from the beginning.”

Tong Xiangnan said that around this time last year, he had performed deep hypnosis on a wealthy businessman.

Throughout the entire process, the wealthy businessman's subconscious was constantly conversing with another person.

He called her Qiaomei.

The wealthy businessman himself spoke Mandarin with a southern accent, while Qiaomei spoke a dialect from a region in Southwest China.

Tong Xiangnan tried at least three times to use language to shift the wealthy businessman's focus to other areas, but he was unsuccessful each time.

After being hypnotized, Tong Xiangnan told the other party that his mental state had become pathological. The wealthy businessman agreed with this.

However, at this time, something very unpleasant happened.

The wealthy businessman suddenly asked a question that seemed unrelated to psychology.

—After a person dies, will they be reincarnated?

Tong Xiangnan told me that he would be happy to discuss this issue with other people. This is because he once met a teenager who possessed memories from a hundred years ago.

But at the time, he had already deduced that the wealthy businessman was grieving for his deceased wife and was ill with grief. In order not to mislead the patient, he skillfully avoided the topic.

To everyone's surprise, the wealthy businessman was not only persistent on this issue, but also had a terrible temper. Seeing Tong Xiangnan repeatedly evading the question, he slammed his fist on the table and cursed Tong Xiangnan as a pretentious fraudster.

Tong Xiangnan was no pushover either; when he got angry, he retorted that the other party was beyond cure.

After a few exchanges, the two sides actually started fighting.

The incident was eventually brought under control when the police arrived.

At this point, Tong Xiangnan sighed, "That guy was definitely a bastard, but looking back, my mindset had already started to go astray at that time, otherwise I wouldn't have made such unprofessional moves."

I remained silent.

Last summer, Tong Liru's incident was still vivid in my mind. It seems that Tong Xiangnan had already begun to suspect his sister's mental state at that time, and was therefore affected.

Tong Xiangnan said, "When you were pouring the wine just now, I suddenly recalled the details from back then, so I tried to say those words. And those two passages were both from 'Qiaomei'."

I asked, "So you're now certain that Gu Haitao has become that wealthy businessman?"

“The fact that you asked this question shows that you also have deep doubts about it.” Tong Xiangnan smiled. “I can’t say that one person can become another, but I’m sure that, given that businessman’s temperament and his feelings for his wife, he would never allow anyone to make fun of him and his wife.”

Tong Xiangnan suddenly pointed to my phone, "That number with four 6s just now belongs to that rich businessman."

"You listened to the phone recording. What do you think?" I asked.

Tong Xiangnan immediately said, "In short—the children covet the property, but because the 'old man' made a will, they cannot achieve their goal."

Recalling the scene at the noodle shop, I asked, "Was that wealthy businessman very old?"

"I'm turning fifty this year." Tong Xiangnan picked up his phone and dialed a number.

When the call connected, he asked into the phone, "Old Zhan, do you know Luo Yinsheng's current situation?" After a moment, he hung up the phone and said to me, "Luo Yinsheng is that rich businessman. My friend said that he was in a car accident last August and lost his mobility and speech. He is still in a nursing home."

Luo Yinsheng...

I'm sure I've never heard of this name before.

Unable to move...

Then who called me using his phone?
Why are you calling me?
Tong Xiangnan easily guessed my question, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said:

“If you’re interested in investigating this matter, I can ask Lao Zhan to help me get you to meet Luo Yinsheng.”

I was just about to say I wasn't interested when Erpang suddenly scratched his head and said, "Luo Yinsheng? How do you write the character 'YIN'?"

“Tang Bohu, Tang Yin!” I said.

"I remembered!"

Erpang slapped his forehead, pulled out a red invitation card from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to me.

The post prominently featured one person's name—Luo Yinsheng!

I didn't explain the red invitation to Tong Xiangnan, but just said that Erpang and I might really have to meet Luo Yinsheng.

Tong Xiangnan acted swiftly and decisively, immediately making a phone call to arrange it.

Judging from Gu Haitao's condition, he might not wake up before dark. So Erpang and I decided to set off after dinner.

Old Zhan is the head of a new media company and is a very good friend of Tong Xiangnan. He also has a considerable relationship with Luo Yinsheng due to business dealings.

After meeting with Lao Zhan, on the way to the sanatorium, I learned more about Luo Yinsheng from this cheerful and optimistic middle-aged man.

"Old Luo is actually a really good guy, but he has a terrible temper. Just the summer before last, a few of us went to the night market to eat crayfish. A few young guys got drunk and started a fight. They only uttered one curse word before Old Luo smashed their skull with a bottle."

Old Zhan shook his head with a smile, "Can you imagine what it would be like if four company CEOs, middle-aged men, got into a fight with a group of teenagers and young men in their twenties in the street and were all taken to the police station together?"

As they were talking, the car drove into the sanatorium.

As soon as I got off the car, a woman in her mid-twenties, dressed very simply, came to greet me.

"Uncle Zhan!"

Old Zhan greeted her with a smile and introduced us to each other.

"This is Lao Luo's daughter-in-law, Xiao Zhang."

“These are my two nephews.”

The other person politely extended their hand to me, saying, "Hello, my name is Zhang Xueli."

"My name is Sanqi." I shook hands with her.

“Sanqi? That’s a very unique name,” Zhang Xueli said with a smile.

Erpang also extended his chubby hand to her, saying, "My name is Zhao Laifu."

"Hello."

Zhang Xueli and Lao Zhan walked ahead, while Erpang whispered to me from behind:
"Miss Zhang has a very refined air about her; she looks like she comes from a wealthy and scholarly family."

I scoffed, "Come on."

I could already tell that Zhang Xueli was the woman on the phone.

Back then, her tone was completely different from now.

Another thing that struck me as odd was that when I was face to face with this woman, no image of her came to mind, but I suddenly remembered one of the murals I saw in the city gate tower when Jiang Baohan was buried…

(End of this chapter)