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Zhou Yake's eyes suddenly welled up with tears again, uncontrollably flowing down her cheeks like a small river. Her shoulders began to shake, and soon she was crying loudly, eventually squatting down on the ground, hugging her head, her voice resembling that of Cuckoo weeping blood.
Seeing the heartbroken Zhou Yake, the Ancient Sorcerer could only sigh once more, still unsure how to persuade her.
Zhou Yake had always believed that her husband had committed suicide, but now that she asked this question, it was as if she was being told that he might have been murdered. How could she bear that? It felt like tearing open the wounds Zhou Yake had worked so hard to heal and then sprinkling salt on them; who could endure such pain?
The Ancient Sorcerer patted Zhou Yake's shoulder and said, "Sister Yake..."
"I'm... I'm fine..."
Seeing Zhou Yake squatting on the ground still crying uncontrollably, the Ancient Sorcerer shook his head; this hardly seemed fine.
At this point, the Ancient Sorcerer had no choice but to stand aside and wait for Zhou Yake to finish crying.
After about ten minutes, Zhou Yake finally managed to calm her sobs and stood up, her face once again stained with tears.
"Let's talk inside."
The Ancient Sorcerer pointed toward the room; at this moment, what Zhou Yake needed was a cup of hot water to help her calm down.
Shaking her head, Zhou Yake said, "The girl is still sleeping; let's stay here. It wouldn't be good for her to see."
The Ancient Sorcerer nodded and said, "Alright, then let's talk here."
Zhou Yake appeared delicate but was likely a strong person at heart. After her outburst of tears, she managed to regain control of her emotions and bit her lip as she began to speak.
"Now that you mention it, I recall some unusual things. The night before Fang Ming's suicide, he was very happy and said he had found a new investor who would inject a large sum of money into the company. He believed it could be revived and even drank a little before heading back to the office to work overtime, saying he was preparing for a cooperation contract to be signed the next day."
"However, by the next afternoon, I received a notification that Fang Ming had committed suicide. The note he left stated that he was overwhelmed by debt and pressure and apologized to us both..."
As she spoke, Zhou Yake's eyes reddened again; tears swirled in her eyes but ultimately did not fall.
"I... I never thought much about it; I always believed he committed suicide. But now that you mention it, I find it increasingly suspicious."
Zhou Yake felt as if a knife had pierced her heart. She sank into deep self-reproach; if her husband had indeed been murdered, then hadn’t she failed to seek justice for him?
Years have passed, and even if there were clues, they would have long since disappeared. The greatest sinner is oneself—if only she had been more vigilant back then, perhaps the cause of her husband's death would have been uncovered by now.
Her husband died under mysterious circumstances; how could Zhou Yake ever forgive herself?
"Well, let me look into this matter. His killing me is merely speculation," the Ancient Sorcerer said.
However, Zhou Yake immediately shook her head and replied, "No, he must have been murdered! Fang Ming was always an optimistic person; he would never commit suicide."
The Ancient Sorcerer nodded gently, agreeing that there was likely something strange about this situation. If not, he wouldn't have seen that "shadow" last night.
"How about this? You also try to recall anything that might be relevant; perhaps you can find some evidence. I will go find someone who might be able to help us."
The Ancient Sorcerer thought of Fan Feng; she would be the most suitable person to consult regarding this matter.
"Okay, Ancient Sorcerer, thank you for your help."
Zhou Yake looked at the Ancient Sorcerer with tear-filled eyes. She felt lost and helpless, being just a fragile woman who could only place all her hopes on the Ancient Sorcerer.
"I will do my best."
The Ancient Sorcerer did not take on too much responsibility. If Zhou Yake's husband had indeed been murdered, it would certainly be a carefully orchestrated scheme. Moreover, several years had passed; it wouldn't be easy to uncover the truth.
After leaving Zhou Yake's home, the Ancient Sorcerer called Fan Feng and learned that she was at work, so he hurried over.
"Ancient Sorcerer, what brings you here?"
Fan Feng was like an ice princess, cold and distant towards everyone, even towards the Ancient Sorcerer who had saved her life just yesterday.
"I need to trouble you with something."
The Ancient Sorcerer was unfazed; that was just how Fan Feng was.
"Alright, let's discuss it in my office."
In the office, after hearing the words of the Ancient Sorcerer, Fan Feng furrowed her brows tightly and said, "So you're saying that the landlord of the house you are renting now is Zhou Yake, and a few years ago, her husband died. The conclusion at that time was suicide, but you believe it was murder. The evidence is the shadow you saw—or should I say, the ghost?"
Nodding, the Ancient Sorcerer replied, "Yes, that's correct."
"But..."
Fan Feng hesitated for a moment. She originally wanted to say that the idea of a ghost was elusive or perhaps nonexistent. However, she held back her words as she recalled what had happened to her.
Seeing Fan Feng's reaction, the Ancient Sorcerer immediately understood her thoughts. "I know this is not easy, but Zhou Yake has it tough too. She is in poor health and cannot work, raising a child while her house cannot be rented out due to troublemakers. If I hadn't seen anything, it would be one thing, but since I have, I need to take action."
The Ancient Sorcerer understood Fan Feng's difficulties. As an investigator, she relied on evidence; what he described as a shadow—a ghost—would definitely not be accepted as credible. The case had already been closed for several years, making it even more challenging to reopen it. Given that the case had already been concluded back then, bringing it up again would be no small feat.
"Well, I'll look into this matter first and see how things are before proceeding."
Seeing Fan Feng agree, the Ancient Sorcerer let out a sigh of relief. He could investigate this matter himself, but for Zhou Yake, going through proper channels would be better because that would be fair.
"However, you can't stay out of this; you need to participate."
"No problem, I'm ready to respond at any time."
Without a second thought, the Ancient Sorcerer agreed. This was something he had initiated himself, and Fan Feng's willingness to handle it was already a great help to him.
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