You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 633

Qin Ming's gaze was as sharp as a knife as he scanned the crowd. His voice was low and firm. "Under these circumstances, it's hard to imagine that the other party would leave a death message, right? But there's a loophole here."

Wang Lina's brows knitted together, as if she had grasped the key. She raised her head and said in a heavy tone, "...I understand. Also, you can't write in blood on the ground, because it's easy for wolves to find and erase it."

Qin Ming nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "That's right, it's impossible to leave obvious information."

He paused, then continued, his voice as calm as if he were dissecting an emotionless chess game. "However, as long as the intelligence is written somewhere else and minimal traces are left to point to the real information, that's enough."

His eyes drooped slightly, staring at his own palms, as if he saw through his fingertips his mother's last struggle before death.

"The mother used finger gestures... to hide the information of death from the wolf."

As soon as she finished speaking, the air froze, and everyone held their breath. Those hands that had so tenderly caressed her child's face in life, those hands that had toiled for her family her entire life, became her final message to the world in death.

Qin Ming's lips curled up into a bitter smile, his eyes complicated: "...I never thought that this method could be used to exploit the loopholes in the rules of the Huangquan Ji Feast."

He slowly closed his eyes, as if reminiscing, or perhaps mocking himself: "I am indeed a person with a rigid mind and a rigid mind. I have never thought of challenging those seemingly impossible things. However, my mother is different from me."

His voice trembled slightly for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure: "She would not hesitate to swallow that thing and leave a message of death... Mom's obsession has broken free."

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, looked at everyone, and said in a firm voice: "...This is what I advocate."

Silence filled the air, like an invisible net, tightly wrapped around everyone's throat.

Suddenly, an angry voice exploded.

"...It's you, Hualu!" Qin Yi stood up suddenly, his eyes bloodshot. Like a cornered beast, he stared at the girl standing beside him, "So it was you who killed Mom!"

Zhao Gang's face was terribly gloomy. He clenched his fists and growled through gritted teeth, "She should have been hanged yesterday."

"No, it's not me!" Hua Lu's face turned pale in an instant. She shook her head repeatedly, with astonishment and anxiety flashing in her eyes.

Tong Xiaoliang whistled softly, his tone lazy but with a hint of danger: "Hmm...Qin Ming, it's too rash to conclude that the murderer is me and Sister Hualu, isn't it?"

Hua Lu suddenly raised her head, her voice filled with anxiety: "That's right! I know very well that I'm not a wolf! If that's the case... could it be that something went wrong with Madam Chen Xiang's fingers?"

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head, a vague smile playing on his lips. "Or maybe the interpretation is reversed...? For example, should we count the number of fingers we hold?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed instantly.

Zhao Gang's eyes suddenly sharpened. He murmured softly, as if chewing on this possibility: "...If that's the case, the murderers are Wang Lina and Xiao Mei."

The air froze in an instant.

The conclusion is completely reversed——

Xiao Mei tilted her head and blinked in confusion: "Mei?"

Hualu stood beside her, her expression firm and her tone unhesitating: "Xiaomei is not a wolf, and I am not a wolf either."

Her eyes swept over the crowd, especially resting on Qin Ming's face. Her expression was calm and determined: "Since Qin Yi is human, then the remaining Wang Lina and Tong Xiaoliang must be wolves. You misunderstood the gesture of Madam Chen Xiang's fingers."

Wang Lina's eyes widened and her face turned pale. "What are you talking about? I'm not a wolf!"

Tong Xiaoliang shrugged lazily, with an ambiguous smile on his lips: "Well, I feel that this statement does not make sense."

He turned his wrist and looked up at Tang Yin with a certain scrutiny in his eyes: "Honestly, shouldn't we seriously consider the possibility that Uncle Tang Yin is a wolf?"

Zhao Gang frowned and said in a low voice: "...There is still no conclusion, Qin Ming."

Qin Ming's eyes were remarkably firm. He spoke slowly, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "There's no need to doubt it. The wolves are Hua Lu and Tong Xiaoliang."

Qian Jin was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "...Is there any other evidence that can strengthen the credibility of the death information?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Ming.

Qin Ming didn't answer immediately. Instead, he gently closed his eyes, as if sorting out his thoughts. After a moment, he opened his eyes and spoke slowly and steadily: "...I didn't really want to say it."

His eyes fell on Tong Xiaoliang, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes: "But when I heard about the poisoning of Aconitum, I thought of you."

Tong Xiaoliang blinked, then chuckled lazily, "...Ah, so that's it."

Gao Zhijie frowned and muttered, "Because Tong Xiaoliang is from the Qian family?"

Qian Jin's expression changed slightly. After a moment of silence, he slowly nodded: "...Well...we did learn how to use poisonous weeds at home..."

Qin Ming didn't give them a chance to breathe and continued, "Tang Yin, do you remember if you ate anything that looked like leaves before you were poisoned?"

Tang Yin frowned slightly, recalling the scene. He had carefully inspected the meal and, of course, remembered every ingredient. He said solemnly, "I only remember large pieces of scallions and cabbage. I didn't find anything strange."

Qin Ming nodded gently: "Yes, we also checked your leftover rice bowl later, but we didn't find any Aconitum leaves."

He paused, his tone gradually cooling, "In other words, the murderer must have extracted the Aconitum venom and then poisoned the victim."

The air grew heavy, and everyone listened with bated breath.

Qin Ming's gaze pierced Tong Xiaoliang like a sharp blade. "And the only ones who could have come up with this method were Qian Jin—and Tong Xiaoliang, who was once the heir of the Qian family and who knew medicinal and poisonous herbs like the back of his hand."

A dead silence.

Tong Xiaoliang's smile faded slightly, and his eyes were so deep that it was impossible to see through them.

...Indeed, Mrs. Chen Xiang had tried to poison someone last time. She cut the poisonous grass into small pieces and put them directly into the bowl, but Qian Jin saw through her plan immediately.

This time, the murderer was obviously more cunning and more deadly.

Tong Xiaoliang narrowed his eyes slightly, a nonchalant smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth: "Is that so? Everyone knows how to identify Aconitum, right? Anyone can think of a method to extract Aconitum venom, right?"

Qin Ming did not answer immediately, but stared at him quietly, the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze the air.

Silence spread, as if an invisible string was pulled tight, and everyone's heartbeat slowed down involuntarily.

Finally, Qin Ming slowly spoke. His voice was low and calm, yet it carried a subtle sharpness: "...Why didn't you just deny it and say 'it wasn't me'?"

Tong Xiaoliang's smile froze slightly, then he shrugged and put on an innocent look: "It wasn't me, it really wasn't me. Look, my arms are so thin, how could I possibly cut up a corpse?"

Qin Ming's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone suddenly became sharp: "How did you know that Mom's body was chopped into pieces?"

The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Tong Xiaoliang, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely heavy.

The smile on Tong Xiaoliang's face completely disappeared. His lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were dim, as if he was weighing something.

Zhao Gang clenched his fists and spoke in a low voice, his tone like a verdict: "...Then it seems that the death information left by Sister Chen Xiang is indeed correct."

Hua Lu's face was as pale as paper, and her voice trembled slightly: "...Xiao Liang...this can't be true...?"

Tong Xiaoliang did not respond and remained silent, but that silence itself had become the most terrifying answer.

However, just when the air was about to freeze, a low voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Okay, interrupt."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Tang Yin.

His eyes were steady and sharp, like a sharp scalpel, slowly dissecting the last layer of disguise hidden in this case.

"However, Qin Ming, you missed a very important detail."

Qin Ming frowned slightly and his eyes fell on Tang Yin.

Tang Yin slowly scanned the crowd, his voice calm and powerful, "Regarding Madam Chen Xiang's body, as I just said, except for her face and hands, her entire body was covered with knife wounds."

He paused and looked at Qin Ming gravely: "So, first question - why are only the face and hands intact?"

The air fell into silence again, and everyone was thinking about this question.

Tang Yin didn't wait for their answer, but continued, his tone low and steady: "Although Xiaomei's face was unharmed, her hand was completely crushed."

Gao Zhijie's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his face looked a little ugly, as if he thought of something, but did not speak.

Tang Yin took a deep breath, his tone becoming more serious. "If only the face was left, it wouldn't be incomprehensible. But leaving the face would only highlight the cruelty of this killing method."

He slowly scanned the crowd, his eyes sharp as a knife: "But why did you deliberately leave your hand behind?"

No one answered, everyone just stared at him, waiting for his next words.

Tang Yin's voice deepened. "Fingers are the easiest part to chop off, so why were they left intact at the scene?"

An invisible chill crept up everyone's spine, as if an invisible hand was slowly tightening the throat of this reasoning.

Tang Yin's gaze slowly swept across the crowd, his expression calm yet sharp. The candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating his thoughtful face.

"It's like they deliberately left the death information for us to discover."

His voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a silent lake, causing ripples.

Qin Ming's brows furrowed slightly, as if these words had touched a hidden nerve: "...deliberately...?"

Tang Yin nodded slightly, his tone firm: "Well, let me first state my conclusion - the information about Madam Chen Xiang's death was fabricated by Wolf."

These words were like a thunderclap, suddenly splitting the gloomy atmosphere of the entire assembly hall.

"Wait, hey!" Qin Yi stood up suddenly, his eyes red and his voice trembling with shock, "That note is indeed in my mother's handwriting!"

Tang Yin's gaze fell calmly on Qin Yi, his tone remaining calm: "Well, I don't deny it. Qin Ming was right about Madam Chen Xiang's plan - she did swallow the note last night."

He paused, then continued, "And I told you in advance that if anything happened, I asked you to take out the note, right?"

Qin Yi bit his lower lip tightly, tightened his fist slightly, and finally nodded: "...Yeah, that's right."

Tang Yin sighed softly, his tone filled with deep thought: "There's a loophole here too. I think this kind of whisper will definitely be overheard, but it's ultimately a matter of probability, so I won't get into the details..."

He raised his eyes, looking at everyone seriously, and his tone suddenly became sharp: "The most important thing is that according to the murder method this time, the deceased cannot leave any information about his death."

Zhao Gang's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "...You mean, when attacked by wolves, the deceased couldn't even move a finger?"

Tang Yin pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know either. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But let's not dwell on this for now. I have a question for Qian Jin."

Qian Jin was slightly startled and frowned: "...Me?"

"Hmm." Tang Yin paused, his eyes sharp as a knife. "If the wound on the inside of the arm is deep enough to reveal the bone, can you still make a fist?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone took a breath.

Qian Jin's expression froze for a moment, his eyes flickering as if he were rapidly drawing upon medical knowledge to reason. After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice tinged with conviction, "...Hmm? This is absolutely...impossible!"

He raised his head, his eyes radiating professional calmness. "The muscles that control the first and second joints of the twisted fingers are not connected to the palm, but to the arm."

Qin Ming's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the color on his face seemed to fade away for a moment.

"Oh..." He murmured softly, as if he had lost the ability to speak temporarily due to the shock of some incredible reasoning.

Tang Yin didn't stop, his voice still calm and rational: "Even if Madam Chen Xiang had already bent her fingers before her arm was cut open, her fingers should have naturally loosened after the muscles were severed."

He paused, his eyes as sharp as torches as he slowly scanned everyone's faces. "To put it another way—if her muscles were severed, she wouldn't be able to bend her fingers."

The chill in the air seemed to suddenly deepen, and everyone's heartbeat unconsciously quickened.

Qin Ming's pupils trembled slightly, and his lips opened slightly, as if he had finally pieced together a crucial clue.

“…This kind of thing, ah!”

It was as if something suddenly exploded in his mind and broke through the fog.

He suddenly raised his head, a look of astonishment and shock in his eyes, and his voice suddenly rose: "Is that so! No wonder the wound on the arm is facing downwards!"

Everyone's breathing quickened for a moment.

This discovery means that—

The "death information" they have always believed in is actually a carefully designed lie!

(End of this chapter)