Detective: I, Cao Jianjun, started by arresting my brother-in-law.

The reason is simple: he and Lin Yaodong don't get along.

Although Lin Zonghui kept saying it was for the sake of Tazhai and the clan, he only wanted to handle the problem in his own way.

Moreover, too many people from the third branch of the family have died.

For Lin Zonghui, Lin Sanbao's death has always been a painful memory that is difficult to talk about.

Over the years, he had been patiently waiting for an opportunity, but he had never found any clues.

Now, a wanted criminal from out of town suddenly revealed the cause of Lin Sanbao's death, which made it impossible for Lin Zonghui to remain calm.

He released his grip on Cao Jianjun's neck, sat blankly in the chair, and remained silent.

"Mr. Lin, I've made myself very clear. Whether it works or not is up to you."

Cao Jianjun knew when to stop; it was enough to pry Lin Zonghui into his trap.

He trusted Lin Zonghui to handle the rest himself.

She stood up, waved, and tiptoed out of the courtyard.

Night is deep.

After a day of hustle and bustle, Tazhai was quiet, with the chirping of insects echoing all around the courtyard.

Lin Zonghui sat alone in the courtyard for another half hour before taking out his phone and dialing a number.

"Hey! Dad..."

"You and Cai Jun come back immediately, immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zonghui hung up the phone, put down his phone, and continued to wait.

He was called by his daughter, Lin Lan, who needed to verify what Cao Jianjun had said with her son-in-law, Cai Jun.

And so, Lin Zonghui waited and waited...

An hour and a half later.

One o'clock.

A white sedan stopped in front of the gate, its lights off, and a man and a woman got out.

The man was Cai Jun, Lin Zonghui's son-in-law and a police officer in the Dongshan Criminal Investigation Brigade, and the woman was his daughter, Lin Lan.

Upon entering the courtyard, the couple were puzzled and even a little uneasy to see Lin Zonghui sitting alone without saying a word, wondering if something serious had happened.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Stepping forward, Lin Lan bent down and asked softly, "Is...is something wrong?"

"Come in with me!"

Lin Zonghui stood up expressionlessly and went straight into the main room.

Lin Lan and Cai Jun exchanged bewildered glances, then pushed and shoved each other, reluctantly making their way inside.

"sit down!"

Following Lin Zonghui's command, the couple slowly sat down to the side.

“Cai Jun…”

Lin Zonghui finally raised his head, looking coldly at his son-in-law: "What exactly happened with Sanbao?"

"Three Treasures?"

Upon hearing this, the couple were both shocked, and Lin Lan was even more puzzled: "Dad, you called us here just for this..."

"shut up."

Lin Zonghui pointed at his daughter, then at Cai Jun: "I'm asking you, what exactly happened to Sanbao?"

"dad……"

Cai Jun was a little nervous and pursed his lips: "Wasn't Sanbao's case already settled? It was a traffic accident!"

"Tell me, before Sanbao got into trouble, did your people intentionally make Sanbao an informant?"

Lin Zonghui cut to the chase, his finger trembling as he pointed sharply: "You have Sanbao find evidence of the Tazhai system of household registration and tell me, isn't that right?"

"..."

Lin Lan was stunned.

Clearly, this was the first time she had heard this claim, and she immediately turned to look at her husband.

Cai Jun's face turned pale and then flushed, and his eyes showed some panic.

"Dad, no, you...where did you hear this from..."

"Answer me, won't you?"

Lin Zonghui's powerful aura completely overwhelmed the entire scene, and Cai Jun seemed to be unable to withstand it, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Cai Jun?"

Lin Lan looked at her husband with unfamiliar eyes and slowly called out a sentence.

"Dad, Xiaolan, have you heard me?"

Cai Jun confessed, letting out a deep sigh of relief, and said, "It wasn't me, nor our criminal investigation team, who developed Sanbao as an informant; it was Cai Yongqiang from the anti-drug team."

Who it was is no longer important to Lin Zonghui.

The important thing is that Cao Jianjun was right.

The important point is that Lin Sanbao really did die from murder.

No matter how Cai Jun tried to explain, or how emotionally charged Lin Lan argued, Lin Zonghui leaned back in his armchair, like a deflated balloon, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

His mind was a bit muddled; he needed to sort out his thoughts.

"enough!"

The argument between the daughter and son-in-law escalated, and Lin Zonghui, without even opening his eyes, shouted angrily, "You two, get out!"

"dad……"

Cai Jun was startled and wanted to step forward to explain.

"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?"

Lin Zonghui raised his hand again and pointed directly to the gate: "From now on, no one is allowed to step into Tazhai without my permission."

For Lin Lan and Cai Jun, these words were tantamount to being kicked out of their home.

But the two men knew how important Lin Sanbao was to their father, and what they wanted to say, they swallowed back.

Lin Lan picked up her bag, turned and left. Cai Jun chased after her, trying to comfort her, but Lin Lan repeatedly shook off his arm.

And so, amidst the tearing and arguing, the two got into the car, started the engine, and slowly drove away.

When Lin Zonghui was left alone at home again, the surrounding night grew even darker.

In the quiet courtyard, even the chirping of insects had disappeared.

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Under a few dim lights, Lin Zonghui sat alone in the armchair in the main hall of the house all night until dawn.

…………

Time goes back to last night.

After leaving Lin Zonghui's house, Cao Jianjun returned to the square where they had eaten, bought some food, and packed it up to take back to Huang Xi.

There's no sign of construction starting in Tazhai anytime soon, and everyone's just sitting around doing nothing.

Before entering his house, Cao Jianjun sat down and chatted with a few young men at the door, even putting on an act of deepening his brotherly bond with them.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Cao Jianjun even used a bolt this time, leaving the gate wide open, appearing completely indifferent.

When he returned to the bedroom, Huang Xi rushed over excitedly.

"Why are you only getting back now? I was going crazy from being cooped up for so long..."

"Ha! Going crazy from holding it in?"

Cao Jianjun slammed the food on the table: "Why didn't you do this sooner? If it hadn't been me locking you up in this house today, but someone else from Tazhai, would you still be alive?"

...

Huang Xi made a face at him, her stomach growling with hunger, and sat down to eat with her chopsticks.

Cao Jianjun had no time to appreciate the little things about this woman; he was preoccupied with his own thoughts.

Before coming to Tazhai, Cao Jianjun did not smoke.

But since he arrived, he's basically never without a cigarette.

One reason was to portray the image of a wanted criminal; he even deliberately got a mouthful of tobacco stains and yellow teeth.

Secondly, it's to relieve tension.

Thirdly, it's for the purpose of thinking; each time, it's necessary to plan the next step.

In this way, over a month or so, Cao Jianjun consumed almost two or three packs of cigarettes every day.