The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 243 It’s done
At night, everything is silent.

There is no moon tonight, so the stars seem exceptionally numerous, twinkling in the sky.

A deliberately lowered male voice broke the silence, "Madam Shang, will the murderer really come?"

Shen Qi hunched over and leaned against the window, squinting as he peered out through the crack in the window.

Apart from a single candlelight shining from the house across the street, the rest of the place was pitch black, with only vague outlines visible.

"If you were the murderer, and you knew someone had seen your face, wouldn't you try to kill them to cover it up?"

“If I were the murderer,” Shen Qi thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head, “I wouldn’t come. This is clearly a trap.”

They saw his face, yet instead of reporting him to the authorities and seeking protection, they stayed in their house waiting to be killed. How stupid would that be?
“So you’re not the murderer.” Shang Wan reached out and closed the window completely, then turned around and said, “This murderer killed six people and dared to do it right under the noses of the soldiers. He’s much bolder than you.”

Perhaps the murderer enjoyed the thrill of challenging the authority of the government.

Shen Qi was about to retort that she was just as bold as she was when Shang Wan suddenly raised her hand in a shushing gesture, "Shh~"

somebody is coming.

Shen Qi subconsciously covered her mouth, blinking her eyes rapidly, silently asking what to do next.

Shang Wan didn't have time to pay attention to him. She gently opened the door and slipped out through the crack.

Shen Qi hesitated for a moment, then quietly slipped out.

In the opposite room, on the desk by the window, a white candle had already burned halfway down.

The young man, who was looking at the account book by candlelight, glanced at the candle on the table and felt uneasy.

It's been two hours, the murderer shouldn't be coming, right?

He wanted to go to the house across the street to seek refuge with Shang Wan, but he was afraid that if he didn't follow the plan, Shang Wan would attack him directly.

He was just a lowly accountant, so why did he get involved in this kind of thing?

Oh, his life is so hard!

Lost in thought, the young man didn't notice that the candlelight on his desk suddenly began to flicker, causing the shadow on the wall behind him to sway and gradually become grotesque.

Without a sound, a shadow appeared on the wall, slowly approaching the young man.

"Why is the light so dim?" The young man rubbed his sore eyes and glanced in the direction of the candle.

The young man's heart skipped a beat when he suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye.

There was someone else in the room besides him!

This realization almost froze the young man in place; he even forgot to put down the hand he was rubbing his eyes.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, I'm going to die here!

Mother, I am an unfilial son!
Almost simultaneously, a very soft laugh came from behind, its gender indiscernible.

The young man got goosebumps listening to it, but he also broke free from the inexplicable stiffness.

He bit his tongue hard, braced himself on the table, and tried to run out.

But it was too late; the cold wind from the blunt weapon had already reached the back of his head.

Finished!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the window in front of the young man was suddenly smashed open, and a figure in plain clothes burst through the window, kicking the axe-wielding man behind the young man away.

A loud "bang" was heard, which made the candle flame flicker again.

Shang Wan kicked the axe into the corner, and then gave the man in black lying on the ground another kick.

"It's done, come in." She called out, squatted down, and reached out to turn the man in black, who was face down, over.

woman!

A woman with a large scar on her left cheek!
In the flickering candlelight, the scar that covered half her face like a thorn looked particularly gruesome. Based on experience accumulated over two lifetimes, the woman's face was covered in burns.

"Is this the murderer?" Shen Qi led his men in and squatted down next to Shang Wan.

Shang Wan reached out and brushed aside the woman's loose black hair to reveal her left ear, which indeed had a notch.

This person must be the figure the young man saw.

"Come over and take a look." Shang Wanchao beckoned to the young man.

The young man dared not raise any objections and had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, bowing his head to examine it carefully.

At first glance, he was startled by the scars on the woman's face.

"Heh." The woman sneered, her gaze towards the young man both sinister and venomous, like that of a poisonous snake.

"Come here." Shang Wan covered the woman's eyes, turned to look at the young man, "If you back down one more step, I'll beat you up."

youth:"……"

He shuffled closer, trying to ignore the scars that weren't covered, and carefully examined the woman's left ear.

After a long pause, he confirmed, "The person I saw was her."

If that's the case, then things will be much easier.

Shang Wan released the woman's eyes and casually brushed the hair that had been pushed aside back to cover the woman's mutilated ear.

She looked directly into the woman's venomous eyes and asked, "Did you kill all the people in the caravan?"

……

……

"Boss Zhan, hurry up and sign it." Lady Lou stuffed the brush into Boss Zhan's hand and advised him kindly, "The morale of the caravan is already low and people are dying one after another. It would be good if we could sell it for ten thousand taels. If we delay any longer, the murderer will kill a few more, and we won't even have ten thousand taels left."

Boss Zhan hesitated, holding the brush. He was unwilling to accept that a perfectly good caravan was only being sold for ten thousand taels.

“Boss Zhan, don’t hesitate. What if the murderer isn’t satisfied with killing the caravan members and turns his attention to you…” Madam Shu covered her mouth. “Look at my mouth, how could the murderer possibly target Boss Zhan?”

"Sister Shu, I've heard rumors that the murderer was a vengeful ghost seeking revenge." Lady Hua smiled at Boss Zhan. "Boss Zhan, how much of this do you think is true?"

Boss Zhan's face was grim, and he tightened his grip on the calligraphy brush. "The talk of ghosts and gods is completely unfounded."

"Is that so? I find it rather interesting." Shang Wan put down her teacup and continued, "It is said that the more tragically a person dies, the more powerful the vengeful ghost they become, capable of dragging them down to the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reincarnated."

Boss Zhan felt there was something hidden in what Shang Wan was saying, but after observing Shang Wan's expression, he realized he was overthinking it.

After some hesitation, he finally signed the document after being persuaded by the women.

The money and goods are both settled.

Boss Zhan ordered his men to hand over all the indentures, accounts, and other documents of the caravan to Shang Wan and his party.

Shang Wan and Madam Shu examined the contract closely, and a hint of joy appeared in their eyes as they looked at each other.

Shang Wan cleared her throat and called out, "Alright, come in, everyone."

Just as Boss Zhan was about to ask Shang Wan who she was calling in, he suddenly saw a group of officials emerge from behind the screen wall and stride towards them.

A bad premonition suddenly welled up in his heart, especially after he noticed that there was a woman in blue following behind the official. The bad premonition intensified and almost burst out of his heart.

He asked almost instinctively, "Who are you?"

The woman in blue raised her head, her burned face exposed to the sunlight. "Childhood sweethearts, young lovers, and after only five years apart, you've already forgotten me?"

"You, you are..." Upon seeing that face, Boss Zhan was so shocked that he retreated repeatedly, his lips opening and closing, but he was too surprised to utter a single word.

"What, you've even forgotten my name?" The woman in blue approached step by step, her venomous gaze seeming to want to devour the man before her alive. "You murderer of his wife and children, you heartless bastard, Zhan Liang, have you been sleeping soundly all these years?"