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The four of them were startled by Zheng Jianfei's reaction. Xiaoshuang instinctively moved behind Fang Zigui, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Lin Mingchang quickly changed the subject, "Officer Zheng seems to know a lot about local customs?"
Zheng Jianfei turned back to continue riding his bike, not looking at them as he said, "My ancestors are Miao People. I was born and raised here, so naturally, I know a lot. Guiyang is not like your big cities; in the deep mountains and forests, many things are beyond the understanding of city folks like you. Some places are best left untouched; some questions are best left unasked."
The group fell silent afterward, focusing on navigating the rugged mountain road.
They passed through several narrow alleys filled with mud and dismounted to walk up a steep slope, finally arriving at a courtyard built against the mountain.
This was a two-story house in the local Guiyang style, with a rough black burlap curtain hanging at the entrance, indicating that the family was in mourning.
"We're here; this is Chen Zhi's home." Zheng Jianfei jumped off his bike. "I've had people keep an eye on it, so the scene remains mostly unchanged."
Chen Zhi's residence was located on the outskirts of the city, with a spacious courtyard planted with several tall camphor trees, their dense foliage providing a serene atmosphere.
As Zheng Jianfei pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in, a pale-faced, thin middle-aged woman was coming out of the main house, followed by an elderly servant with graying hair.
She appeared to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, dressed in a simple black qipao. Her eyes were puffy, clearly having cried multiple times in recent days.
She stared blankly at the group, her gaze filled with confusion and fatigue.
"Mrs. Chen, these are the officers invited by the Police Chief to assist with the investigation. They would like to take another look at the scene," Zheng Jianfei briefly introduced.
Mrs. Chen nodded and weakly stepped aside, "Please come in; as long as it helps find out how my husband...”
Her voice trailed off as she choked up, and the elderly servant immediately stepped forward to support her.
Upon entering the main hall, a dampness mixed with sandalwood fragrance hit them.
The interior was elegantly furnished; although the furniture was old-fashioned, its quality was not lacking. Several landscape paintings adorned the walls alongside a family portrait.
In the photo, Chen Zhi had a kind expression and appeared to be an elegant middle-aged man. Mrs. Chen leaned against her husband with a radiant smile that starkly contrasted with her current haggard appearance.
Fang Zigui noticed Mrs. Chen's poor mental state and instinctively asked, "Mrs. Chen, do you have any issues with sleep?"
Mrs. Chen nodded and said bitterly, "I have suffered from mental weakness since my youth and have had insomnia for years; it has worsened in the last two years. My husband arranged for me to sleep alone so I could rest better; we have been sleeping separately for two years now."
She paused for a moment, her voice trembling even more. "That night, if we had still been sleeping together... perhaps I could have saved him..."
"Don't blame yourself, Mrs. Chen." Zheng Jianfei's tone softened unusually as he turned back to face the others with his usual poker face. "Chen Zhi's bedroom is on the second floor; follow me."
The group followed Zheng Jianfei through the hall and arrived at the door at the end of the second-floor corridor.
Zheng Jianfei took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the brass lock on the door.
As soon as the door opened, Shen Tong's right eye immediately sensed a strong and unusual presence—a wispy black Death Qi floated in the room like ink. What made her even more alert were the intertwining blue-purple Toxic Miasma, slithering through the air like serpents. She instinctively took a step back.
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