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That day, he rushed down the bridge and saw his wife crying for another man. When she noticed him, Jiang Yufei was taken aback and stammered about what had just happened. Gu Cheng focused intently on her; he noticed that the wedding ring she usually wore on her middle finger was missing. Remembering the way the two had been tugging at each other on the bridge earlier, Gu Cheng concluded that she must have thrown their wedding ring away while pledging her loyalty to her old flame.
"I asked her about the ring, and she actually said she didn't know. Later, she seemed to realize something and claimed it must have fallen off with a child. When I asked her what that child's name was, she said she didn't know. Who would believe such nonsense?" Gu Cheng downed another drink.
Yan Xiaoque frowned. When she first saw the photos of the corpse, she had noticed the ring mark on the deceased's middle finger but no ring was present. After hearing Park Chi recount the details of the case, she instinctively thought that the ring might be with Lu Kai. However, during last night's interrogation, Lu Kai appeared to be unaware of anything.
Since Lu hadn't moved the body, where could Jiang Yufei's ring have gone?
Last night, Lu Kai had answered that question with: "The ring... I didn’t pay attention. Did she wear it that day? It might be..."
Wait! He mentioned whether she wore it that day.
Does that mean?
On that day, Lu Kai hadn’t seen Jiang Yufei wearing the ring?
But according to Gu Cheng, she wore that wedding band every day. How could Lu Kai have met her without seeing it? Did it end up with some strange child?
Yan Xiaoque felt a sinking sensation in her heart.
But at this moment, she needed to verify more than just the whereabouts of that ring.
"Yes, later I did something foolish," Gu Cheng said with an odd smile, talking to himself. "I was furious and didn’t want to hear or say anything. I just felt ridiculous, played with by the woman I loved. I saw the Tin Box nearby... I don’t even know what I was thinking at that moment... Anyway, I just picked her up and threw her into the box and closed it tightly. I heard her shouting loudly from inside, but at that time... I couldn’t hear anything... I just wanted to step outside for a smoke to calm down and left quickly."
At that moment, a thorough murder occurred in the swamp, just as he had thought.
The enclosed Tin Box was enough to suffocate any normal person. Let alone a pregnant woman.
—And yet Jiang Yufei's cause of death was...
Yan Xiaoque tightened her grip on her teacup; she felt as though she was suppressing an indescribable pain.
A creaking sound came from behind her. Turning around, she saw Wei Sheng entering with a bottle of wine and closing the small wooden door of the bar behind him.
"I need to go deliver some wine. Later, Aunt Lin will bring lunch over. If you're not in a hurry to leave with this gentleman, why don't you watch the shop for a bit until I get back? We can have lunch together," the young man said with a pure smile. He politely added to Gu Cheng, "You are welcome to join us as well, if you don’t mind. Aunt Lin's cooking is excellent."
Gu Cheng paused for a moment before nodding.
"Alright, I'll wait for you to come back. Be careful on the way," Yan Xiaoque said, feeling unexpectedly reassured. She didn't know when it had started, but seeing Wei Sheng made her feel inexplicably at ease.
Family is like that kind of emotion, isn't it? Like an umbrella. It may not always be there, but when it rains, you want to find it for shelter.
The young man turned and waved goodbye. His bicycle sped away like the wind.
“How long after that did you return to the scene?” she continued to ask Gu Cheng.
Since Lu Kai had returned to the scene a second time after Jiang was already dead, but the box was open, it meant that the man in front of her must have gone back before that and had opened the iron box himself.
“About 20 minutes,” Gu Cheng replied, lowering his head to pull out a cigarette. After several failed attempts to light it with his lighter, he put it back in the pack.
“Believe it or not, I returned to save her,” he said.
Twenty minutes. In such a small space, it was enough time to suffocate. Yan Xiaoque scoffed; the pain she had just managed to suppress surged back again.
“It was already dark then. I shone my phone light on her; she was completely still. I checked for breath and realized she was already dead,” Gu Cheng said, tears triggering an inexplicable anger in Yan Xiaoque.
“You must have been terrified,” she mocked. He hadn’t even thought of taking her to the hospital for rescue.
“I know the cause of her death,” the man said after a few seconds of silence.
Yes, you’re a biologist. The woman gritted her teeth, feeling an icy chill within her heart.
So you know that Jiang Yufei drank that poisoned wine containing cyanide before you returned to the scene. She died from poisoning, not suffocation.
You don’t need to bear any legal responsibility, senior.
"Senior, if you truly know.
If you really understand the love and loyalty of your deceased wife towards you, then you should have guessed what happened in that box.
Your wife, Jiang Yufei, who was five months pregnant, sacrificed herself to protect your reputation. After a long few minutes of waiting, as the air inside the box grew thinner and before she lost consciousness, she pulled out the wine cork and drank the poison in one go.
Wasn’t she just as you described in your 'designed' farewell letter?
Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you. With the last breath of my soul, I'll be blessing you. Once gone, there will be no more dreams. Because I am loving you in destruction. With my heartfelt last breath, I will bless you.
"With my heartfelt last breath, I will bless you," Gu Cheng murmured as he took a small, uneven object from his shirt pocket and handed it to the girl.
"I will turn myself in. No matter how the law judges me," Gu Cheng said as he stood up and brushed past her. "Yan Xiaoque, thank you for the wine. I saw the name of the wine; I think you gave it to me on purpose. 'No More'—a wine with such a name, no matter how well it’s brewed, must not sell well, right?"
The sound of camel bells echoed slowly.
The afternoon light was brilliant. It was midsummer; if at this moment you passed by the entrance of Guiyuan Pavilion, you would surely see her—Yan Xiaoque—sobbing uncontrollably under the bright sun.
In her hand, the imprint of a red wine cork remained.
You must look closely; there is a small kiss mark on it, along with a tiny Viola Tricolor design.
7. (Perhaps this is what you want to know)
Wei Sheng hesitated in his steps.
This is clearly the right address. The boy wanted to take out the note and check it again. Oh no, he must have ridden too fast; he lost the note.
He searched two buildings but still couldn’t find that main ward.
He had no choice but to ask someone. The boy pushed open the door of a ward with a hint of annoyance."
In the room, someone was preparing for discharge. Two children walked excitedly ahead.
"Brother Zhi Yu, are you really giving this to me?" The innocent little girl touched the small object around her neck.
The slightly older boy smiled and nodded, "Yes, from now on it’s yours."
The little girl stopped, her smile growing even sweeter. She had been scared during her last outing and fainted; today she was being discharged. Just a moment ago, her playmate had secretly given her a gift with an apologetic expression.
He said, "Qing Er, look, there’s a Blue Dragonfly on it too. I found it in the swamp the day before yesterday when a Big Sister helped me catch dragonflies. She said she was afraid it would get dirty."
Later, he had hurried home for dinner and left without saying goodbye. Gradually, he forgot about it until he suddenly felt it in his pocket. He decided to give it to Qing Er as a favor.
Qing Er was so adorable; he truly wanted to be good to her for a lifetime.
As for that Big Sister, he had seen her on a flyer he posted on the street. She probably wouldn’t come back anyway. He chuckled to himself.
Qing Er held her gift up to the light, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Excuse me... does anyone know how to get to Orthopedic Ward 521?" Wei Sheng asked, but his gaze was drawn to the unique pendant in the little girl's hand.
A ring hung from a string around her neck.
The blue shell with a dragonfly pattern defiantly spread its wings.
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