False evidence

Chapter 459 Painted Skin (9)

After hearing Yan Fengwei say this, I already knew the truth.

That's no widow who drives a truck; she's most likely Zhao Qi's ugly wife!

This couple cleverly set a trap for Yan Fengwei, using a key to lure him back and forth on the night bus!
Yan Fengwei is a businessman. The antique business is different from other businesses; it's more about getting in early.

Needless to say, he rushed to Sanhe County tonight for that lock.

I then asked Cao Xinyun why he went to Sanhe so late.

He hesitated visibly for a moment, then said two words: "Private matter."

He wouldn't say, and I stopped asking.

Looking at the time, it was only 11:30.

I was so busy talking that I'm actually a bit hungry now. I picked up my chopsticks, grabbed a potsticker, and stuffed it whole into my mouth.

I only chewed it twice before I felt a sharp pain, like biting into a hard, undercooked piece of tendon.

I felt nauseous and cursed my bad luck under my breath.

The small restaurants near the train station are in a turnover business; how clean can the food be?

Who knows what kind of meat is used to make the filling for these potstickers?

"puff!"

I lost my appetite, covered my mouth with my hand, and spat the contents onto the table.

I figured I wouldn't be too bad off with this meal. If all else fails, I'll just go to the convenience store later and buy a few sausages to tide me over.

When I looked up and saw what he had vomited, my scalp tingled instantly.

What came out wasn't some kind of meat tendon, but a fingernail still attached!

That looks like a woman's little finger, with red nail polish on the nail!
"Holy crap!"

I suddenly stood up and rushed out the door, only to start vomiting violently until I had vomited up all the acid in my stomach before I could barely stop.

Yan Fengwei staggered out and asked, "What happened? Did you drink too much?"

I didn't have time to say anything more to him. I quickly walked back to the shop and headed straight for the kitchen.

Just as he reached out to lift the curtain, someone walked out from inside first.

I almost bumped into her. I heard her gasp, stopped in my tracks, and looked closer. It wasn't the same fat woman who came out, but a woman in her early twenties with a ponytail.

"What are you doing?" The woman seemed startled, backing away while raising both hands in front of her as if to block her.

When I saw her face clearly, I was taken aback.

Her appearance was only average; she had a few freckles around her nose, but she was still fairly plain-looking.

What stunned me was the hand she was holding in front of her.

Her right little finger was missing a section.

The rest of her fingers were painted with red nail polish!

"What's going on?" the fat woman asked as she came out.

When I saw her pull her ponytail behind her back, frown and glare at me, I was stunned again.

Just then, a series of "tap tap tap... tap tap tap..." sounds came from the kitchen.

Because the two sides were facing each other in this situation, the restaurant became very quiet for a moment.

The sudden sound was therefore exceptionally clear.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like a cleaver chopping on a cutting board... it sounds like someone is chopping filling.

My original intention was to rush into the kitchen, find the fat woman, and question her about whether she was running a shady business, otherwise why would there be fingers in the potstickers?

But now that I've come to my senses, looking at the ponytail hiding behind the fat woman and thinking about her missing finger, I find it unbelievable.

This isn't Dashu Shizipo, how could they possibly use human flesh as filling for steamed buns?

Perhaps because I was still weak from vomiting, I was momentarily at a loss when faced with the fat woman's glare.

The sound of chopping filling in the kitchen only added to the frustration and irritation.

In my hazy state, I even wondered if I had been drinking, and if I was drunk. In the end, Yan Fengwei came to my rescue and pulled me back to the table.

I shook my head vigorously and looked at the potstickers I had just spat out on the table.

The skin had been bitten open, exposing the filling, but there were no nail polished fingers to be seen.

Cao Xinyun waved his hand in front of me: "Hey, you're so weak now that you're married? You've only had a little to drink, and you're already acting like a drunkard?"

"I didn't drink any alcohol!"

Yan Fengwei did indeed take it upon himself to divide the bottle of wine into three glasses, and then he drank the rest himself.

I had something on my mind and didn't want Yan Fengwei to drink too much, so I didn't refuse his offer to pour me more wine, but I didn't touch a drop of alcohol from beginning to end.

But as soon as I spoke, Cao Xinyun and Yan Fengwei both gave me strange looks.

Seeing that the two of them were looking at the table at the same time, I followed their gaze and was stunned.

The wine glass that was originally in front of me is now empty.
I clearly didn't drink any alcohol, but the situation on the table speaks for itself.

Yan Fengwei finished his drink, while Cao Xinyun still had half left in his cup.

There were two glasses in front of me, one was a wine glass, and the other was the one I just used for the demonstration.

Both cups are now empty.

The fat woman, pulling her ponytail, walked over, gave me a sidelong glance, and said:
"If you can't drink it, then don't drink it."

Then she said to the girl with the ponytail, "Stop dawdling, it's already twelve o'clock, if we delay any longer we'll miss the bus."

The girl with the ponytail responded and hurriedly walked out.

Cao Xinyun, Yan Fengwei, and I exchanged glances. Some looked at their watches, others at their phones.

Yan Fengwei slapped his thigh: "Hey! I was so busy chatting that I forgot about the important stuff!"

After saying that, he hurriedly paid the bill and pulled me out.

He dragged me a long way away, my mind still a complete mess.

It felt like the sound of chopping filling in the restaurant's kitchen was still echoing in my ears.

I vaguely thought, this isn't right, I haven't been drinking, so why am I so dizzy?
Also, I remember checking the time just before I threw up; it was only 11:30. How could it have happened so suddenly...?

The girl with the ponytail was walking in front of us.

Seeing her fairly pretty back view, I was reminded of the half-finger in the potsticker.

No, no, no, I'm sure I didn't drink, and I certainly wasn't hallucinating.

I need to find out if that severed finger is hers...

The more I struggle internally, the more confused I become, and my vision even blurs.

I vaguely saw a minibus drive out sideways and stop in front of me. The girl with the ponytail got on the bus first, and Yan Fengwei and Cao Xinyun then helped me onto it.

It wasn't until I was helped into the seat that I felt the dizziness subside a little.

About ten minutes after the car started moving, I finally came to my senses.

I first looked at Yan Fengwei beside me.

Including today, he's been up for three nights in a row. He had to open the shop during the day, and then he drank alcohol. Now, with the bumpy ride, he's fallen asleep.

Cao Xinyun was standing across the aisle from us, staring blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

I took out my phone and checked the time—12:47.
Look again at the receding street scene outside the window...

I let out a long sigh of relief.

Perhaps he was too focused on discussing the Lin family's theft case. Before he knew it, he had finished a glass of wine with Yan Fengwei.

I've really had something on my mind these past few days.

It's not just Li Meizhi's disappearance, but more importantly, the fact that time is passing too quickly.

The century egg's 100-day lifespan has unknowingly passed halfway.

Perhaps it was because I had too many worries on my mind that I got drunk so easily...

(End of this chapter)