Even hybrid monsters have their day

"Now that everyone is here, let's begin."

Seeing the group of people happily taking their seats, Peng Yuxian felt it was a real shame that these people weren't acting. If they all went into acting, what would be the point of those award-winning actors and actresses?

As he was thinking this, he felt a light tug on his arm. Looking down, he saw Geng Miaowan holding his hand and winking at him. He composed himself and got into the role he was playing in today's drama.

He turned around, took a bottle of baijiu from the cabinet next to him, opened it, and poured a glass for Zhenqing. "This is my homemade liquor. The taste is absolutely authentic. No matter how good your alcohol tolerance is, you'll get drunk after three glasses. Engineer Chen, please have a taste."

"Ding!" Just as he finished speaking, a crisp sound rang out, causing Zhen Qing to momentarily lose his focus. He turned his head and saw Lu Fangtong's wife clinking glasses with Sun Xinyi. Both of them smiled when they saw him.

Looking at them, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the two of them were still smiling gently.

Lu Fangtong picked up his glass and said, "Engineer Chen, come on, let's drink too. Let's try this wine that will make you drunk after just three cups."

Zhenqing glanced down at the clear liquid in his glass. The rich aroma of wine wafted into his nostrils; just from the smell, he knew it was good wine. But despite his years of experience drinking, he couldn't quite place what kind of wine it was. He licked his lips lightly and slowly picked up the glass.

The moment he lowered his head, everyone at the table stopped smiling and stared at him coldly. But when he looked up, he saw their friendly smiles again.

Zhenqing shook his head in confusion, trying to shake off this strange feeling. He picked up his wine glass and took a sip; it was indeed good wine.

He was someone who enjoyed a drink now and then, and his favorite was baijiu (Chinese liquor). This time, Lu Fangtong had catered to his taste, which made him feel instantly better. Feeling that Lu Fangtong was very thoughtful, he took another sip with the food, and soon the glass was empty.

"Engineer Chen, are you feeling dizzy?" Peng Yuxian said, quickly pouring him another glass. "This is the kind of drink that will make you drunk after three glasses, so drink slowly."

"What do you take me for? You think a small glass of wine can make me dizzy?" He was clearly dissatisfied with Peng Yuxian's words. After drinking a glass of wine, he became more talkative. "I can hold my liquor well."

He ate his food and drank his wine, while Lu Fangtong deliberately chatted with him to distract him. Soon, his second glass was empty.

“This is the kind of wine that will make you drunk after three cups,” Peng Yuxian stood up and poured him another cup. “You just finished your second cup, are you feeling even more dizzy, and a little sleepy?”

Zhenqing felt a little confused and didn't know what to say. He just kept shaking his head, trying to shake off the fog-like thing in his head.

As he drank his third glass of wine, Peng Yuxian stood up and made a gesture in front of him. "Now that you've drunk your third glass, you're getting drunk, your head is spinning, you need to go to sleep."

Zhenqing suddenly stood up from his chair and shouted at him, "You're talking nonsense! I'm not drunk!"

Then he leaned back in the chair and slowly slid down.

Seeing this, Geng Miaowan gestured for them to hold their positions and went to Peng Yuxian's side to ask him, "How did it go? Did it succeed?"

Peng Yuxian nodded.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Sun Xinyi's eyes were filled with hatred as she looked at Zhen Qing.

When they learned the truth yesterday, they never dreamed it would be like this. They originally planned to call the police immediately, but Geng Miaowan thought that so much time had passed, and even if they did call the police, without evidence, the police couldn't do anything to her. Besides, they didn't even know where Chen Ziming's body was hidden.

The courtyard house had been rented out by Zhenqing for several years, and other residents had lived there before Lu Fangtong. Peng Yuxian had asked his lawyer friend, and in this situation, even if they could find the body in the courtyard house, there would be no direct evidence. As long as he did not admit it and insisted that he did not do it, the police would not be able to bring him to justice.

After much thought, they came up with this plan. Only by making him confess could they convict him.

Peng Yuxian did not move Zhen Qing, but simply let him sit in the chair.

Geng Miaowan brought her a chair, and he sat down and asked, "Who are you?"

“My name is Zhenqing, I am seventy-two years old, and I am one of the long-term residents of Tuanyuan Road.”

Five years ago, your neighbor's child, Chen Ziming, went missing. Did you know that?

"know."

How did the child die?

Those around him held their breath, staring intently at Zhenqing as he leaned back in his chair.

“Yes…yes…” A hint of resistance appeared on his face.

"Did you kill the child?" Peng Yuxian asked again.

He struggled for a moment and said, "Yes, I killed the child."

Chen Jinyue and Sun Xinyi still held a sliver of hope. Could something have gone wrong? Why would their child's uncle kill him? They remembered that when their child was still alive, Zhenqing, while not necessarily a good person to their family, was quite kind to Chen Ziming, always bringing him good food or toys.

Now that he has admitted it himself, neither of them can describe how they feel.

At that moment, a small figure suddenly appeared in the previously empty courtyard, his large eyes staring at Zhen Qing. He entered the house, bringing with him a particularly cold and chilly breeze.

The group looked around awkwardly, and Sun Xinyi even called out, "Xiao Ming, is that you?"

Peng Yuxian glanced at Geng Miaowan, who pointed to the door, signaling Sun Xinyi to be quiet, and then told Peng Yuxian to continue asking questions.

"Why? Why did you kill your own grand-nephew?"

This question had plagued Chen Ziming for five years. For five years, he couldn't understand why his uncle would be so cruel as to kill him. When he regained consciousness, the first person he wanted to find was Zhen Qing, wanting to ask him why he had killed him.

But he discovered that Zhenqing no longer lived there, and he himself couldn't leave the courtyard no matter what he tried. (To be continued.)