Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

In no time, Yingzi had stripped the kang (a heated brick bed) off, and thick black ash underneath scattered everywhere. Huang's mother covered her nose and went outside.

When they arrived at the kitchen, the old cripple had already used the Huang family's wood-chopping axe to cut a slit in the chimney. With a jerk of his hand, a brick came off.

He poked around with the stove hook, and a cloud of dust billowed out.

Huang's mother fanned herself as she went out.

The old cripple took down two more bricks, revealing a large hole in the chimney against the wall.

He glanced at the front door, walked to the room door, exchanged a glance with Yingzi, and the two of them began searching each room.

As it turned out, the old cripple actually found a bag containing five thousand yuan under a cabinet in another room.

Jiang Sen is good at making money, and his family is not short of money, so five thousand yuan is nothing to him.

But for the Huang family, that would be a huge sum of money.

After putting it back exactly as it was, the old cripple found Yingzi, but Yingzi shook her head.

"Let's go!" The old cripple didn't delay and took Yingzi out.

Huang's mother was standing outside. When she saw them come out, she quickly asked, "What did they say?"

The old cripple and Yingzi were both covered in gray.

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Go and see for yourself. The chimney under the kang is completely blocked. This job is quite troublesome."

"You promised, I wouldn't pay extra!"

The old cripple waved his hand, "I'm not asking for extra money. I said it's troublesome because I'm thinking about how to do it tomorrow."

"Oh!" Mrs. Huang was relieved. "How much soil and bricks do we need? I'll have my husband go and get them right away."

"Three truckloads of soil and two hundred bricks will be enough. If that's not enough, let me see if there are any usable scrap bricks left. That way, I can save you some money."

Huang's mother loved hearing this.

"Okay, okay, then it's settled! Come over early tomorrow!"

The old cripple and Yingzi dusted themselves off and left.

When a neighbor came over to ask, Huang's mother was very proud. After telling them the price, several people said that once her house was finished, they would want them to fix their own kang (heated brick bed).

However, they never expected that the father and daughter would disappear as if they had never been there.

Looking at the pile of dirt and bricks in front of her house, Huang's mother waited until noon but still didn't see anyone, and she was so angry that she started cursing.

Some onlookers scoffed and said, "He must have complained that they weren't paid enough, so he got invited by someone else. He deserves it!"

That damned Mrs. Huang, she was furious about this pile of dirt and bricks.

What angered her was that the kang (a heated brick bed) and chimney in her house had been torn down, making it impossible for anyone to live there or even cook.

Back home, Yingzi and the old cripple took a bath and changed their clothes, then sat in the main room laughing heartily.

The old cripple said, "I saw five thousand dollars in their west room."

"So someone gave it to her? You didn't take it?"

"We can't take it! If we do, they'll find out, and we'll lose all the evidence."

The two of them did it on purpose, finding an excuse to tear down their kang (heated brick bed) to vent their anger.

Another huge sum of money was discovered.

This means that someone is giving them money behind the scenes.

In other words, there's something wrong with Huang Liping's suicide note!

"What are we doing now?" Yingzi asked. "I want to go see Jiang Sen."

The old cripple said, "It's better not to go. He won't suffer inside."

Thanks to Luo Jianshe's connections, Jiang Sen didn't suffer much at the branch office.

It was just a routine interrogation.

Two policemen sat behind a table, opposite Jiang Sen, who was handcuffed.

Where did you go that night?

Did you make that phone call?

"You hate Huang Liping so much, do you really want her dead?"

"How did she get the money from you?"

"If you are innocent, how do you explain the statement in her suicide note that if she died, it must be because you killed her?"

Jiang Sen let out a sigh of relief. He had been asking this same old question for several days.

He always answered, "I'm sleeping at home at night. Do I hate her? Does hating her mean I have to kill her? Go ask who wrote this suicide note. How would I know why she wrote it this way? I never gave her any money. Every time she came to bother me, I chased her away. I didn't make a phone call. I was at work that day!"

He was a little tired.

This kind of thing—locking someone up based solely on a so-called suicide note that may or may not have been written by Huang Liping—is all too common.

Especially in this era.

The police were unable to prove that Huang Liping's disappearance was related to him.

He also had no way of proving that it had nothing to do with him.

We're stuck here.

I can't get out, I can't leave, so I can only stay here in peace.

However, the police are also facing a headache.

Regardless, the case involves a missing woman and a suicide note that explicitly states that if anything happens to her, Jiang Sen was responsible.

They didn't dare to be careless, as someone above had given them instructions, but no matter how many questions they asked, they couldn't get any answers.

Should we let them go, or not?

If we release him, what if Jiang Sen really is the murderer?

If we don't let go, what if this has absolutely nothing to do with him?

Luo Jianshe and Secretary Zhao were also worried.

They could easily exert pressure directly, claiming there was insufficient evidence, and force the branch office to release the person.

I'm afraid that some people might use him, or even directly take action against Jiang Sen.

After all, no one can prove whether the phone call Huang Liping received on the day she disappeared was actually made by Jiang Sen.

Jiang Sen said no.

But there's no way to prove it.

Luo Jianshe said, "This can't go on. Locking him up for now is fine, just don't let anything happen! The most important thing now is to find out who made the call. And whether that suicide note is real or fake."

Secretary Zhao nodded. "That's what I thought too. I've already had someone investigate, but it's very difficult."

"I sent someone to keep an eye on her parents' side today."

Before the two could finish speaking, Secretary Zhao's phone rang.

Secretary Zhao got up to answer, "Who is it..." he said to Luo Jianshe in surprise, "They're looking for you."

"Waiting for me?" Luo Jianshe quickly got up and took the phone. "Hello... Oh, it's you. Go ahead... Oh, ah? Oh, I see. Keep an eye on it!"

After hanging up the phone, Luo Jianshe looked at Secretary Zhao with a strange expression.

"Something happened?" Secretary Zhao asked.

"Nothing happened. It was Huang Liping's parents' house. They said they went there early this morning and saw a lot of dirt and bricks piled up in front of their house, like they were going to build a house. Just now, Huang Liping's mother stood at the gate and started cursing. I heard from the neighbors that yesterday she hired two people to demolish the kang (a traditional heated brick bed) and the chimney, and they agreed to go and redo it today, but they didn't show up."

Secretary Zhao was also surprised, "The person who was supposed to build the kang (heated brick bed) tore it down, but the person didn't show up?"

Luo Jianshe nodded. "Yes! I heard that the people who built the kang (heated brick bed) were a father and daughter from the countryside."

Secretary Zhao scratched his head, "A scam?"

Luo Jianshe shook his head. "It doesn't seem like it. He said he didn't receive the deposit, which means it was just a verbal agreement."

This matter is even stranger than the suicide note that suddenly appeared.

Suddenly, Luo Jianshe seemed to remember something, "Oh, I know who did it!"

"Who?"

Luo Jianshe grabbed his bag and hurried out, saying, "I'm leaving now, I'll talk to you later!"

Secretary Zhao was puzzled.

However, Luo Jianshe knew the person he had asked to keep an eye on the person, so he couldn't be making things up, which meant that the matter was true.

Just then, the phone on the table rang again, and he quickly went to answer it.

"Hello, who is this... Oh, oh, um? Are you sure? Okay, I understand!"

The phone call came from someone he had sent to investigate Huang Liping's parents.

They did the same things as Luo Jianshe and his team.

However, Luo Jianshe's men were mainly keeping an eye on what was happening at their home.

The people he sent out were to investigate who they had been in contact with recently.

Now, we have the results.

They met someone the day before they submitted their wills!