False evidence

Chapter 450 Three Strings of Money

Private investigators—in my mind, are a very mysterious profession.

in the country, this profession theoretically does not exist.

But the man in front of me aroused my extreme curiosity the moment I saw him.

He was probably not even forty years old, and had very handsome and well-proportioned features.

I couldn't discern his past experiences from his facial features. Comparing them with physiognomy books, I discovered that none of the records about physiognomy I had ever read matched his appearance.

"I heard you know how to read faces?" Zhao Qi asked me with a smile.

I neither agreed nor disagreed; in reality, since I couldn't see anything, I couldn't say anything either.

He winked at me, then suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered:
“I had my face burned by a special kind of fire before, and I had ‘plastic surgery’.”

"Ahem!" Gao He stubbed out his cigarette and patted a folder on the table. "Is everything alright? If not, you can all go now. Don't keep me from working."

"You really have a face like that! You change your mind so easily!"

Zhao Qi was clearly very familiar with Gao He, and he held out his hand, saying, "Where is the person I asked for?"

Gao He pouted and threw the folder into his arms, "I'm telling you this for the nth time..."

"You can't cross the line!"

Zhao Qi put his arm around my shoulder and led me outside. "Don't mind him. He's always been a chatterbox, and he's going through menopause lately!"

I only realized he was there to pick someone up after he handed the documents to the two clerks.

The reinforced iron gate opened, and a police officer led Liang Yuan out.

Liang Yuan looked quite dejected, and said to me with a droopy expression:

"Why the rush? Can't you let me stay here a few more days?"

"Don't misunderstand, he helped you with the procedures."

I pointed at Zhao Qi, somewhat hesitant to look Liang Yuan in the eye. The chaos of the past few days had made me completely forget about him.

After introducing himself, Zhao Qi said to Liang Yuan and me, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's go to my office and chat."

Liang Yuan didn't know him, but as the 'reincarnation' of Liang Kaiyuan, he possessed remarkably keen intuition. He only glanced at me before nodding in agreement.

Seeing Yue Rong and Tang Xianzong get into the same car, Erpang couldn't help but ask me:

"How much wealth does Luo Yinsheng have? If Steward Tang gets 45%, how much is that?"

I said, "Ji Jiabao lost 20 million in Macau... The world of the rich is unimaginable."

Erpang let out a loud "Hmph," and said, "Then Attorney Yue has achieved a double harvest in both career and wealth."

Zhao Qi looked around and asked, "I didn't drive, where's your car?"

Liang Yuan walked straight to the van we had driven up to, turned back and held out her hand to me: "Where are the keys?"

"You...you sit in the back, I'll drive!" Erpang shoved him.

That night, we all truly witnessed Liang Yuan's driving skills.

If someone can drive a beat-up Hyundai with over 100,000 miles on it like Schumacher, who the hell would dare ride in that car normally?

As the van drove out of the gate, Zhao Qi suddenly said:

"Before you come to my place, let me tell you a story."

"Not interested," Liang Yuan said listlessly.

Zhao Qi smiled and said, "You all had better listen to this, otherwise I won't be responsible if you get scared later."

After saying that, he ignored us and started telling his story.

The story goes that once upon a time, there was a fisherman who, while fishing one day, saw a person floating on the sea. When he pulled her ashore, he found that she was not only a beautiful woman, but also still alive and breathing.

Without saying a word, the fisherman immediately stripped the beautiful woman naked.

Right there on the fishing boat, he did something to the beautiful woman that can only be understood in private.

After his antics, the beautiful woman finally woke up.

Seeing that everything that should not have happened had happened, she could only cry and tell the fisherman what had happened.

The beautiful woman said that she came from a scholarly family and was literate, skilled in writing and painting.

Her family had arranged a marriage for her a long time ago, and she and the man had met and were mutually attracted to each other.

Not long ago, she caught the eye of the godson of a high-ranking official, who forcibly abducted her and violated her.

Later, the beautiful woman escaped when no one was paying attention. Feeling ashamed to face her parents and family again, she tried to drown herself. After death, she became a vengeful ghost and sought revenge on the "second-generation official".

The result was that she not only survived, but was also pulled out by a fisherman, allowing her to experience that kind of thing between a man and a woman once again.

The beautiful woman cried and asked the fisherman: Where is this place?
Upon hearing the fisherman's name of the place, she cried even harder. It turned out that the place where the fisherman had pulled her out of the water was more than 500 miles away from her hometown.

After the fisherman learned about her background, he did not rush to shore. Instead, he chatted with her again and asked her if she wanted to eat wontons or cleaver noodles.

The beautiful woman must have read "Water Margin" and knows that "eating wontons" means being thrown into the river and "knife-cut noodles" means being stabbed.

So she said to the fisherman: "A person who has tried to die once and failed no longer wants to die, nor dares to. Now I'm too ashamed to go home, and my fiancé definitely won't want me. Since we've already been intimate, if you don't have a wife, I'll just make do with you."

The fisherman was very honest and straightforward. He said he had a wife at home, but if both parties reached an agreement, he would go back and divorce his wife.

The two really did 'reach a consensus', and went back to where they should divorce their wives and marry the ones they should marry, and they really did become husband and wife.

The fisherman did it willingly.

Although the beautiful woman wasn't a virgin, her fair skin and lovely appearance were far better than that of a "widow." For a fisherman who had spent half his life fishing and half his life in poverty, this was like a windfall.

The couple lived a relatively harmonious life after their marriage, although the fisherman grew thinner and thinner each day.

When the villagers saw this, they couldn't help but make jokes.

Some things, if you push yourself too hard, won't work; it'll harm your health.

Most people envy him for being a toad eating swan meat, that's true, but it's just wishful thinking on their part.

But there are always those who take action.

Fishermen need to make a living, so they have to go out to sea. They can't stay idle at home.

As a result, every time the fishermen returned from fishing, someone in the village would die, and the deaths were extremely gruesome; their hearts and livers were ripped out, and their skin was peeled off.

The fisherman was about to go out to sea again when a disheveled monk appeared, gave him a string of coins, and said he wanted to rent his boat.

I won't go into the exact value of a string of coins at the time, but the main problem was that the monk was strange; he said he was renting a boat, but wouldn't let us go out to sea.

The fisherman, having received the money, no longer needed to set sail or row, and was happy to enjoy his leisure time without asking any questions.

As night fell, the ascetic who had been sitting cross-legged at the bow of the boat suddenly opened his eyes and said to the fisherman:
"I'll give you two more strings of cash, and you can do something for me."

"what's up?"

The monk said, "Now, take down the fishing lamp hanging above my head, and then go home. Once you're home, don't make a sound, and don't go inside. Just peek through the crack in the door!"

"and then?"

Although the fisherman found his words strange, the three strings of coins he had received earlier were enough to not only buy his boat but also allow him to build a large house.

The ascetic, who had been facing the sea, suddenly turned his head and said in a low voice:

"No matter what you see, don't make a sound. If you're too scared, just light the string I gave you to string the coins together by the light of the fishing lamp!"

(End of this chapter)