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Regarding the Fat Daoist, I know I must not show any mercy. This guy is already blinded by money; if he doesn't cheat others, who will he cheat? In order to obtain my rightful “Reward,” the Fat Daoist had to compromise after threatening me with the ultimatum of either giving in or returning to the village to tell everyone that he hadn't done anything.
At that Treasure Site that had already been destroyed, I hardly did anything; I just watched the show and ended up with ten thousand dollars. I couldn't help but marvel at how easy it is to make money when people are so foolish. Of course, the Fat Daoist wasn't completely deceiving others; at least he did help the village solve a major problem. If that hill wasn't leveled, one day the villagers would forget their pain and bury someone there again.
According to Ma Rulong, they only lost one person, which was considered lucky because he was honest enough. If they really followed the coffin hole down and brought out the Dragon's Grievance to the surface, that would be a huge disaster. Even if it didn't wipe out the entire village, at least more than half would die.
Such terrifying statements made it hard for me to believe that there could be such dangerous places in the world. But having seen those strange snakes with my own eyes, I had no choice but to believe.
Perhaps because he lost out on ten thousand dollars, Ma Rulong expressed that he was hurt and needed to go into seclusion to recover, unwilling to continue messing around with me. Coincidentally, I felt the same way; it would be inhumane not to run away after taking advantage of him. So we parted ways at the Zhengzhou train station, leaving too quickly to say goodbye.
Initially, I wanted to book a flight from Zhengzhou to find Second Uncle, but an unexpected incident prevented me from leaving immediately. This incident was naturally related to my classmate's aunt.
She had called last time saying that her mistress had been hit by a car and died. For several days since then, I hadn't heard any news. She also mentioned she would make a wish to Ghost Wife Nana for her husband to return. Logically speaking, if her husband really came back, she should have informed me with good news. Unsure of the situation, I called her to ask how things were going.
To my surprise, a police officer answered the phone and asked me sternly what business I had calling this number and what my relation was to the suspect!
A suspect? I was taken aback and asked him, “Who is the suspect?”
“Tang Lin!” the officer replied. “You call this number without knowing who it belongs to?”
I immediately recalled that my classmate had indeed mentioned her aunt's surname was Tang. But if it really was her, how could she become a criminal? I felt confused and wondered if perhaps some evil thoughts were generated by the spirit from Ghost Wife Nana, leading her aunt to kill her husband.
The officer didn't want to discuss too much over the phone and asked what I needed Tang Lin for. I explained that I was a classmate of her niece and had previously sold something to her, so I was just providing after-sales service. The officer said, “In that case, come down to the police station; we need you to give a statement.”
I felt frustrated; here I was again getting dragged into the police station for no reason. The last time I spent over twenty hours there, and the suspicion surrounding me still hadn't dissipated.
As a citizen of the country, everyone has the obligation to cooperate with law enforcement agencies. I had no reason to refuse, so I had to give up my plan to directly find Second Uncle. Aunt Tang's city is not too far from Zhengzhou, and a few hours later, I arrived at the police station there.
A police officer received me; his attitude was relatively polite. He took out a notebook and asked what I had sold, what my usual contact with Tang Lin was, where I had been a few days ago, and so on. I told the truth since I had only sold an Amulet through legitimate channels, so I wasn't worried about being investigated. The officer recorded my answers, saw that there were no issues, and asked me to sign.
I took the paper, glanced at it, and while signing, I asked him, "What crime has she committed that requires such a fuss?"
The officer replied, "Traffic accident, plus fleeing the scene. However, based on her relationship with the deceased, we suspect it might be intentional murder, which is why we asked you to assist in the investigation."
Traffic accident? Intentional murder? I was even more puzzled and asked for details to understand the situation better.
Aunt Tang was considered a suspect by the police because the deceased was the mistress she hated the most! She had previously told me that the mistress was killed in a car accident, but she hadn't mentioned that it was her own car that hit her.
After the mistress's death, her husband returned home as she wished but soon discovered significant dents and bloodstains on their car. Her husband was also someone who could easily connect dots; without hesitation, he secretly went to the police station to report it. The police were already investigating the mistress's background and relationships when they received his report, so they naturally came to check.
As a result of their investigation, it was determined that this car was indeed involved in the fatal accident. Moreover, the police retrieved surveillance footage from that day and could vaguely see Aunt Tang sitting in the driver's seat.
However, Aunt Tang firmly denied that she had driven and killed anyone. She claimed that she had returned home early that day and hadn't gone out again; if they didn't believe her, they could check the community surveillance for proof. So the police went to consult with Property Management, and the results of the footage were surprising.
The community surveillance captured Aunt Tang returning home; due to angle issues, it even recorded her entering her building. However, there was no footage of her leaving the building on that day. By normal reasoning, this should have cleared her of suspicion.
The problem was that Aunt Tang usually parked her car in the underground garage of the community. There were also cameras in the garage. What puzzled everyone was that surveillance footage from the underground garage showed Aunt Tang driving away.
This was simply bizarre; she wasn't seen leaving her building but inexplicably appeared in the underground garage—how could that be possible?
When Aunt Tang watched this segment of surveillance footage, she was stunned; she couldn't remember when she had driven out. Yet, the video proved everything.
Although the police couldn't determine how Aunt Tang avoided detection by the community's cameras, they had enough evidence to prove she was indeed the perpetrator! To ascertain whether this case was merely a traffic accident or intentional murder, further investigation by the police was underway.
After listening, I fell silent for a moment and then expressed to the police my hope to see Aunt Tang. They did not refuse, as for the police, the more people a suspect meets and the more they talk, the easier it is to find clues. Those who keep quiet and refuse to see anyone are the ones they find most troublesome.
I saw Aunt Tang in the detention center. She looked even thinner than when I first met her, with deep-set eyes and slightly bluish lips. When she saw me, she was clearly surprised. I smiled at her and asked if she was okay.
Aunt Tang shook her head and said, "Do you think I can be okay? Out of nowhere, I've been arrested as a murder suspect. The police nowadays are completely unreliable! Classmate, please help me tell them that I didn't kill anyone; that video must have been forged by someone else!"
I replied, "I'm here to discuss that. Think carefully—did you feel anything unusual that day? Like feeling unwell, dizzy, or sleepy?"
"No, I've always been very healthy!" Aunt Tang insisted.
Looking at her pale and emaciated appearance, I thought to myself that if this counted as healthy, then there would be no sick people in the world. But no matter how I asked, Aunt Tang maintained that she hadn't noticed anything wrong with herself. I realized that I might not be able to extract much information from her about this matter, so I inquired about her husband.
Aunt Tang said, "That heartless man! Who knows which mistress he has run off to find? He hasn't even come to see me after all this time."
After asking a few more questions, I understood that Aunt Tang had no idea the police suspected her; her husband's betrayal played a part in this as well. Aunt Tang was not a foolish person; she just couldn't see certain things clearly. In this case, she actually suspected that everything was due to Amulet. The strange surveillance footage made her feel uneasy even when she watched it herself. However, Aunt Tang said that even if it were indeed related to that aspect, she wouldn't regret it. That mistress deserved to die; one life for another—what's so terrible about that?
This is a mindset held by many traditional women: for love and family, they recklessly throw themselves into danger like moths drawn to a flame.
I knew there was little I could do to help her in this situation; my visit was merely out of moral obligation since we had once made a deal.
Before leaving, Aunt Tang asked me to find her husband and hoped he could come to see her. I could see the longing and anticipation in her eyes and knew that it was unlikely she would realize this small wish of hers.
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