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"This is a confirmation letter from our bureau regarding the scope of the demolition. Your community is not included in this batch of demolition areas at all."

"If you don't believe me, look for yourselves. The red line is drawn over in that old industrial area next door, two streets away from here."

Zhang Rongshan picked up the document and read it from beginning to end.

Liu Guilan leaned closer, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the densely packed clauses and the red line several times.

The expressions on their faces changed simultaneously.

This document is so realistic; the format is standard, the wording is precise, and the official seal is stamped neatly.

The bottom right corner also included a satellite image of the demolition area, and the area outlined in red dotted lines was indeed outside their neighborhood.

Fang Zhiyuan leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke with a hint of regret:

"I really wanted to help you before. Before the news spread, I wanted to sell the house to you at a high price so you could use the money to open a shop. Everyone would be happy."

Now that's settled, I'm not helping you anymore. You can figure it out yourselves.

Once this announcement is officially posted, no one will want your house, let alone 230,000; they won't even be willing to pay 200,000.

Liu Guilan looked at Zhang Rongshan, and Zhang Rongshan looked at Liu Guilan.

Neither of them spoke.

Zhang Yifan picked up the document from the coffee table.

He twirled his fingertips over the edge of the paper—the paper quality was fine, the layout was fine, and the official seal was stamped perfectly, even more real than the real thing.

But the system clearly stated that his house would be demolished.

Since the system says it will be dismantled, then this "confirmation letter" must be problematic.

He put the documents back on the coffee table and took out his phone.

Fang Zhiyuan put his legs down.

His gaze fell on Zhang Yifan's phone screen, and the regretful smile on his lips froze slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

He even shrugged, his tone as relaxed as if he were bolstering his courage: "Call whoever you want, the documents are real, the official seal is real, you can call the Housing and Construction Bureau to check it out, it'll be the same."

Zhang Yifan scrolled through his contacts to a number he had saved not long ago.

He didn't expect to use this number so soon when he saved it.

The phone rang twice before being answered. A steady voice came from the other end, accompanied by the rustling sound of someone turning the pages of a file.

"Zhang Yifan?" Captain Sun's tone held surprise, but not a dismissive one. "What made you think of calling me?"

"Captain Sun, there's something I'd like you to help me verify."

Zhang Yifan glanced at Fang Zhiyuan, who was also looking at him, a hint of tension in his eyes.

He tapped his fingers lightly on his knees, the rhythm quickening.

"A relative of mine came to visit. He works at the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau and showed my parents a confirmation letter regarding the scope of demolition, saying that our area will not be demolished."

As a criminal investigator, you should have channels to verify the authenticity of such documents.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Captain Sun's voice deepened and became exceptionally serious:

"Take a picture of the document and send it to me. I'll have my colleague verify it with the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau right away."

"Hold him back, don't let him go, I'm coming right now."

"it is good."

Zhang Yifan hung up the phone, turned on his camera, aimed it at the documents on the coffee table, and the shutter sounded particularly crisp in the quiet living room.

Click!Click!

Fang Zhiyuan stood up.

His composed, businesslike demeanor finally crumbled, revealing the barely suppressed panic beneath.

He reached for the documents on the coffee table, his voice suddenly rising:

"What are you doing! These are internal documents! Taking photos is illegal! Delete these photos!"

Zhang Yifan placed the document on the coffee table, his five fingers spread out, firmly pressing down on the center of the paper.

He raised his head, his gaze calmly landing on Fang Zhiyuan's face.

Fang Zhiyuan's hand was halfway out when it stopped in mid-air.

His fingers curled in the air, then curled again, until his fingertips were only a dozen centimeters away from Zhang Yifan's hand.

He looked down into Zhang Yifan's calm, expressionless eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing several times as he breathed heavily. Under the watchful eyes of the Zhang family of three, he slowly withdrew his hand.

Then I stood there, not knowing what to do with my hands.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes swirling with anxiety and fear, unable to utter a single word.

Captain Sun arrived even faster than expected.

When the knocking sounded, Fang Zhiyuan was still standing by the coffee table, like a wooden stake nailed to the spot.

Captain Sun was dressed in plainclothes, followed by a young police officer.

He nodded to Zhang Yifan as he entered, his gaze lingered on Fang Zhiyuan's face for a moment, and then fell on the confirmation letter on the coffee table.

Fang Zhiyuan took a deep breath, straightened his shirt collar, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Captain Sun, right? There might be some misunderstanding."

I work for the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau. This document is our internal information and not a forged document.

"Isn't it a bit much for you police to be involved in this..."

"Mr. Fang, please have a seat."

Captain Sun didn't respond to him.

He picked up the confirmation letter from the coffee table, flipped it over twice, then took out his phone and snapped a picture.

I opened WeChat and sent a message to a contact, then pressed and held the screen to send a voice message:

"Old Zhou, could you help me verify this demolition confirmation letter? I've taken clear photos of the number and the official seal. It's urgent."

He put his phone on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

Without asking any further questions or offering any explanation to Fang Zhiyuan, he simply sat there quietly, as if waiting for a phone call that was bound to come.

Fang Zhiyuan was still standing.

He wanted to sit down, but his knees wouldn't bend.

I wanted to speak, but my lips moved several times without finding the right words.

He glanced at the doorway out of the corner of his eye and saw the young police officer leaning against the door frame, playing on his phone, his body completely blocking the way out.

The living room was extremely quiet.

The second hand of the wall clock was ticking, tick, tick, tick, tick, as if it were counting down the seconds for Fang Zhiyuan.

Zhang Rongshan sat on the sofa, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, the filter worn smooth by his fingers.

Liu Guilan sat next to him, her hands resting on her knees, her fingertips slightly white.

They glanced at the document stamped with a red seal on the coffee table, then at Fang Zhiyuan across from them, who was covered in sweat, and then at their own son.

Zhang Yifan leaned back on the sofa armrest, waiting quietly.

It's like waiting for an outcome we already knew would come.

Captain Sun's phone rang.

He answered the call, listened for a few seconds without any change in expression, then hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.

Then he stood up from the sofa, picked up the confirmation letter, and unfolded it in front of Fang Zhiyuan.

"The Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau replied that the official seal on this confirmation letter does not match the seal they have registered with the Public Security Bureau, and the document corresponding to the number is an old plan that was abolished last year."

Mr. Fang, this document of yours...

He gently placed the confirmation letter on the coffee table, making a soft, crisp sound.

"It's a fake!"

Fang Zhiyuan's legs went weak.

It's not just a description; it really went soft.

The sofa was pushed back a few centimeters by him, making a screeching sound on the tile floor.

The color drained from his face, and his lips moved but he couldn't make a sound.

"Impossible! I didn't forge the documents!"