Chapter 0004: Toward Death (1 / 2)

In the 17th flashback, Mr. Cheng Yu died again without any surprise, and Jiang Xia stood in front of the window looking at the crimson flowers on the ground, with little fear left in his heart.

She didn’t block it this time, but had an unexpectedly long conversation with Mr. Cheng Yu.

After many reincarnations, she gradually realizes that Cheng Yu’s outpouring before he commits suicide is not crazy talk.

Before he could say his opening words, Jangha snatched them up.

“I’m sorry I’m late, but I will save you.”

She changed her strategy, she no longer questioned why Cheng Yu had to die, but treated him as a common confidant and went along with his previous words.

It was as if these words had triggered Mr. Cheng Yu’s hidden organ, and his tightened brows gradually unfolded, surprisingly smiling heartily.

“I knew you’d come, I’ve been stuck here too long…”

There was no denying that this guy’s mental condition was definitely not normal, Jiang Xia felt that Cheng Yu should have mistaken her for someone else, a wife? A friend? Or the detective?

But her previously adamant view that Mr. Cheng Yu was babbling and making up stories wavered.

She followed Cheng Yu’s words and chatted about the previous statement that Ran Yi used the truth to bully Cheng Yu into spitting out the group’s shares.

“Can’t we go through the legal process to resolve this?”

“This is an internal dispute within the Murrin Group, and for the other vested interests within the group, taking away my shares will do them no harm, and as long as they are unified, these transfers will operate in a manner that is completely legal and compliant with procedures outside the group.”

So, Mr. Cheng Yu, what do you really want more? The controlling stake in a listed company, or the real culprit who killed his wife and daughter.

The former will keep him clothed and fed for the rest of his life, and the latter will give him a clear conscience for the rest of his life.

“It’s a bureau.” Cheng Yu’s answer was unexpected.

The moonlight reflected on the side of his razor-thin face as he shed the disguise of insanity and finally opened his heart to Jiang Xia.

His gaze was cold, like that of a thoughtful scholar.

“All the information is in Ran Yi’s hands, and besides, he’s already gone back on his word once, so who’s to say that the murderer he’s offering this time is the real deal?”

Jiang Xia understood, the reason why he was so cautious and delayed in agreeing to Ran Yi was not that he was greedy for wealth, but these shares were already his only bargaining chip.

He didn’t have trial and error.

“Then won’t you let him have his way if you rashly die now?”

Cheng Yu suddenly turned around and leaned his back against the window, and in the reflection of the faint lamplight, Jiang Xia seemed to see the tear tracks at the corners of his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like I’m smiling easily right now, but I actually have no way out. That detective was hired not only by me, but by others within the group.”

As long as I live, people in the group will rightfully be able to take my shares;

As long as I’m alive, Ran Yi will be able to grab that share with proof;

As long as I live, that document containing the so-called truth has value.

“As long as I’m alive, this matter is internal to the group no matter what, they’ll even harbor the criminal who escaped that day, nothing can be solved as long as I’m alive.”

Then, if I were gone, they would have fought over their own disputes of interest, and the truth in their hands could have come out.

“This is why I have to die.

[The farce is over. Thank you, nurse, for talking to a dying man.]

[If you’re hungry, there’s also steamed dumplings on the table, so eat them while they’re hot.]

Mr. Cheng Yu still killed himself, and Jiang Xia calmly sat back on the bed, trying to smooth out her thoughts as best she could before the police arrived.

His narrative is confusing, but there is one sentence that seems to be deliberately emphasized many times.

Jiang Xia’s gaze fell on the insulated box on the bedside, which contained two already cooled Xiao Long Bao.

Having reincarnated an unknown number of times, she couldn’t tell if she was hungry now.

Jiang Xia picked up the Xiao Long Bao and suddenly felt something else inside.

A red leather journal.

The neat handwriting was somewhat familiar, and Jiang Xia read along.

The opening pages of the diary are sparse and random.

December 3, today with his wife and children to go to the movies, usually too busy tossing studio things, really do not have time to accompany the daughter, today is also a compensation, after the movie to the daughter bought a rainbow pony plush toys, just get her hands on the photos can not wait to show off.

Before, I always focus on work, now I realize that I have neglected my family too much, in the future, I need to spend more time with my daughter, and relieve some pressure on Ei Ei.

December 17

Dad’s asthma again, the doctor said he is not good cardiovascular, advised him to control his emotions. Don’t work so hard again, but can’t argue with the old man stubborn, all a handful of years old still struggling in the group line. I understand that he is not assured that I, a large Mo Lin Group I certainly can not like him to plan. But still have to do ideological work.

He kept urging me to stop working in the studio and focus on the family business earlier; but I didn’t want to expend too much energy on meaningless rivalries and hooks.

December 22

It’s going to be Christmas soon, Ei Ei must have never imagined that I prepared a Christmas gift for her, I was too busy a while ago, plus the studio’s business situation has been in the doldrums, she’s been a lot more cold to me.

But lately, for some reason, she’s suddenly been treating me much better, with the same passion that made her love like fire in the first place.

I’m afraid I’ll definitely be counted by Ei Ei when the time comes.

“It’s an old married couple and you’re still getting all fancy.”

My daughter’s school has a Christmas pageant, so I’m looking forward to tomorrow.

Jiang Xia already knew what was going to happen, but continued to flip back.

The long piece that follows has no dated footnotes and the handwriting has become scrawled, but it recounts from beginning to end Cheng Yu’s experiences after waking up from his hospitalization and his inner journey.

After he’s transferred from the IcU to the general ward, the nurse reminds him that his assets are being targeted, but Cheng Yu similarly believes that no one can be relied upon, and he fakes his discharge information so that the group can’t find him while pretending to be crazy to paralyze the others.

In addition, he finds a private detective, Ran Yi, whom Cheng Molin knew and introduced to him before he was born, and asks him to help him defend his rights and interests, and to find the real murderer of his wife and daughter.

Unexpectedly, the detective he trusted so much also plotted against his wealth, taking away the shares in his name by the truth, and Cheng Yu committed suicide because of it.

“That’s the whole story of why he killed himself.” Jiang Xia said indifferently.

“So you think the real killer is?”

“Ran Yi, even though he’s just trying to get a piece of the pie, it might be the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

“As for who’s setting me up, I don’t have any proof yet, but he’s definitely involved.”

Wang Xu listened to Jiang Xia’s narration, narrowed his eyes with interest and asked the young female officer beside him.

“Got it all down?”

The female officer nodded.

Jiang Xia was relieved, she had thought that she had already proved her innocence, but she didn’t expect Wang Xu to continue.

“What you say makes sense, but there is still a lack of evidence, and just a diary and inferences based on these appearances still won’t prove your innocence.”

“Wh…what do you mean?”

“You were caught at the scene, this is a man caught in flagrante delicto, if you want to prove that the person who killed, or forced Cheng Yu to commit suicide wasn’t you, in addition to being logically fluent, you also need to provide the appropriate human and physical evidence.”

“No kidding!” Jiang Xia angrily stood up.

“I’ve been stuck in an inpatient wing, and I’ve only had one meeting with that private investigator, so where am I going to get witnesses and evidence from!!!”

“Besides, even if I don’t have any evidence, you guys should still come up with evidence to prove that what I’m saying is contrary to the truth!”

Wang Xu’s expression didn’t have any ripples, he just faintly placed the hourglass in front of Jiang Xia.

“You are correct, and in fact, I have some information in my possession pertaining to the deceased, but again, there is a lack of conclusive evidence.”

He suddenly stood up, leaned close to Jiang Xia and whispered a few words, then resumed his serious demeanor.

[I can give you thirty minutes to think about it again and maybe come up with some useful information]

That’s the limit of all the theories. What more do you want from me? How is it possible to get the so-called witnesses and material evidence by just staying in this building!

How can there be any fairness in this kind of interrogation? You are obviously forcing a confession and looking for a scapegoat to hastily close the case!