The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 55 Equal Suspicion

Fu Yuan asked seriously, "If that's the case, why didn't you tell the police? Instead, you said you woke up in the water?"

Wu Ping's eyes flickered for a moment, and she subconsciously lowered her head. "If you hadn't asked, I wouldn't have told you. Imagine if someone told you that a kidnapper would fulfill a person's wish, even if that person was about to die, would you believe it?"

Her voice sounded pitiful, but it had no effect on Fu Yuan, who was on guard.

Fu Yuan followed her meaning and said slowly: "No."

But I didn’t say that he was a kidnapper. Did my colleagues at the police station say that?

Fu Yuan looked at her with a gloomy gaze, which made Wu Ping feel a little uneasy.

"What were they wearing? What did they look like? And didn't you catch anything from them?"

If you catch a scrap of clothing or something, you can get it checked out. If it contains skin tissue or something, it will be more convenient.

Wu Ping's eyelids trembled. "They were wearing very common clothes. When I woke up, my eyes were covered with gauze. Although it didn't completely block out the light, I could see a little bit, but I couldn't see clearly... As for the scraps you mentioned..."

"Maybe, but it's been in the water for so long that it's long gone."

Fu Yuan recalled the scene by the lake: "But when we found you, there were only footprints of one person walking, and only a pair of plastic gloves on the lake."

Wu Ping explained: "They asked me to walk in front and then covered my footprints with their own. They must have walked back and forth in the same way. The plastic foot covers must have floated away with the water."

Fu Yuan recalled that the footprints were not very close together, so it was indeed possible that they were made by her.

Moreover, because they thought the footprints might have been tampered with and were not very useful as a reference, Zhang Chunzhi and Yang Xi simply recorded the step length and depth and took away some soil samples.

Knowing that he couldn't get any more information from Wu Ping, Fu Yuan smiled faintly. "I've learned everything I need to know. I have one last question: Why do you think they kidnapped you?"

"If it was money, there's no need to kill you, and they didn't even ask for anything. As for beauty, I don't think it's possible either. After all, doing something like this just because of lust is a bit outrageous. As for revenge? But you said you're kind to others."

"I'm very curious now, why do you think that is?"

Wu Ping bit her lip, her eyes instantly moistened, her voice choked with sobs: "I think it might be because I was blocking their way."

"He married me and threatened to give me most of his property to manage. I said I didn't want it and I didn't know how to manage it, but he refused. I think this might be the case... The doctor said I was poisoned. Even if no one kidnapped me, I could still die from the poisoning. I'm now more inclined to believe that someone wanted to kill me but failed to poison me."

Fu Yuan's expression changed slightly. Didn't she know that it was her late husband who poisoned her?

But what she said is possible.

From the perspective of motivation, this is the case.

Seeing that she was willing to cooperate, Fu Yuan sat beside her, took out a tissue for her, and said gently: "Don't be anxious, maybe you can tell me about your current family?"

The rain gradually subsided, becoming a steady patter, as gentle as a spring breeze. Occasionally, a few drops of rain slid slowly down the glass, splashing small drops of water on the windowsill.

Wu Ping clutched a tissue and stared out the window, a hint of self-mockery on her face. "If you're willing to listen, it's nothing I can tell you. All this can be found in the investigation. You must have just joined the company, right?"

Fu Yuan nodded, and Wu Ping began to sort out the relationships for her.

The deceased's full name is Lin Wenbin. He now has two sons and two daughters, all of whom are his romantic debts.

The eldest son, Lin Qingyun, 21 years old, is still in his third year of university, but has already started to take over the company's business and is also on vacation with them. The second son, Lin Qingfeng, 19 years old, is studying abroad and has not returned yet.

The third daughter, Lin Xinyu, is 15 years old and is attending high school in an aristocratic school in Beijing.

Fu Yuan has already met his youngest daughter, Lin Xinru, who is four and a half years old.

At present, the younger daughter is being taken care of by her eldest brother and should have returned to Beijing.

Wu Ping didn't care about that. To her, it was just a few more people to eat at home, not a big problem.

She calls herself a gold digger who is tired of being poor all her life. She will live with whoever gives her money.

Fu Yuan frowned as she listened to her words, but didn't comment. Although she wasn't born into wealth, she wasn't short of food or clothing, so she might not understand the thinking of someone like Wu Ping, who grew up in a remote mountain village.

Everyone has the right to choose their own life. Weren't those who married her before just attracted by her youth and beauty?
Thinking of this, Fu Yuan thought of Wu Ping's ability again, and felt a little scared.

"So, you just left Lin Xinru to his eldest brother?" Fu Yuan was a little confused. "Are you sure they returned to Beijing?"

If they went back, then who was the little girl she saw the day before yesterday?
Wu Ping seemed indifferent: "I don't know. How long have I been living here? How much affection can they expect from me? Perhaps to them, I am an outsider. Should I take away their property?"

She was optimistic and spoke with confidence.

Fu Yuan said, "So you suspect your eldest son, Lin Qingyun?"

Lin Qingyun went on vacation with her, knew her condition, and had more contact with her. If he wanted to take action, it would be more convenient for him than with the other people.

Wu Ping shook her head: "Of that dead man's four children, the one I'm least worried about is Lin Qingyun."

Fu Yuan didn't understand all these twists and turns.

Wu Ping continued, "The old man has already trained Lin Qingyun as his heir. He has shares in his own hands. Although I have to manage the old man's property, I don't have a share of his eldest son's property."

"And from my daily interactions, I feel that Lin Qingyun is rather simple and honest. Although this may not be accurate, he truly is a very honest person. I really don't know how Lin Wenbin, such a beast in human form, could have given birth to such a pure child. It's true that good bamboo shoots emerge from the wicked bamboo!"

Fu Yuan was just about to ask how she judged that Lin Qingyun was more honest when he saw her tongue sliding across her bright red lips.

When I heard her talk about "purity" again, I had an idea of Wu Ping's method of judging people.

Is it really possible to judge it just like this?
"So you suspect our second son, Lin Qingfeng?"

Since one has been ruled out, the remaining one is naturally Lin Qingfeng, but... "Since you believe in Lin Qingyun, why didn't you contact him at the time, but wanted me to accompany you?"

Wu Ping looked helpless. "I believe he's right, but he may not believe me. I don't know how he relates to his other brothers and sisters, but he's much more trustworthy than me, a newlywed bride. I'm afraid he'll turn around and tell the others about my news. After all, he's really responsible."

"Also, I don't just suspect Lin Qingfeng. I also suspect the old man's other three children equally."

Fu Yuan: "Including Lin Xinru?" She was only four and a half years old.

Wu Ping: "Yes, including Lin Xinru."

　Here it comes - a random update.

　　(End of this chapter)