A madman in France? How come he's always at crime scenes!

"Attorney Wu, this place isn't really suitable for a chance encounter."

Lin Zhiyi's eyebrows twitched slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face. Wu Liang's sudden appearance made her feel slightly offended.

Wu Liang looked around.

The path was narrow, lined with pine and cypress trees on both sides. There were few people around in the early morning, with only the occasional sound of brooms sweeping across the stone steps in the distance.

"really."

Wu Liang nodded.

"That's why I arrived quite early."

Lin Zhiyi looked at him, her eyes gradually turning cold.

"Are you following me?"

"Miss Lin, that's a bit of a serious statement." Wu Liang, carrying a glass of soy milk, spoke casually. "The location of your father's grave isn't exactly a secret. Besides, I recently came across some old documents, and the name Lin Huaishan just happened to appear in them."

Lin Zhiyi's whole demeanor turned cold.

"Why are you investigating my father?"

Wu Liang didn't rush to respond to her, but just chuckled happily.

"The breakfast stall near the entrance is so-so, the soy milk is okay. But the owner couldn't make change, so she insisted on giving me two tea eggs."

As he spoke, he took a plastic bag out of his pocket and handed it to the other person.

"Want some?"

Lin Zhiyi didn't move, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

"Attorney Wu, I'm not in the mood for jokes today."

"I don't have any either."

Wu Liang's smile vanished.

"It's just that some things might not sound nice if said directly."

The wind blew between the two of them, rustling the leaves on either side.

Lin Zhiyi was still holding the tissue she had used to wipe the tombstone, which was now crumpled from her grip.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Wu Liang's gaze fell on the distant mountain peak.

"Last night I looked at a traffic accident report from twenty years ago and found some suspicious points. I would like to share my thoughts with Ms. Lin."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi's displeasure became even more pronounced, and then she sneered.

"Attorney Wu, I made my position on the phone yesterday very clear about your situation with Hongyuan. The online public opinion was not orchestrated by Hongyuan, and the vandalism of our law firm has nothing to do with us. If you want to pursue legal action over this matter, you can do so through legal channels, instead of reopening old wounds here. That's very impolite."

"I've been reflecting on my manners lately."

Wu Liang peeled the tea egg and stuffed it into his mouth.

"After all, such a big thing happened to the law firm, and some people online are saying that I don't know how to behave. I've thought about it, and there might be some truth to that."

Lin Zhiyi was not swayed by his attitude.

"Attorney Wu."

"Um."

"If you came here for Hongyuan, I can tell you now that the first batch of wages after the holiday will be paid out in detail. The project department will notify the worker representatives to verify, and Hongyuan will no longer ask workers to sign any unreasonable commitment letters in any form."

After listening, Wu Liang nodded.

"I like hearing that, but unfortunately that's not why I'm here today."

"I'm a rather greedy person. If I can get two things done at once, I don't want to make a second trip."

Lin Zhiyi's eyes turned cold.

"Attorney Wu, my father passed away twenty years ago."

Wu Liang pointed to the path beneath his feet.

"If Miss Lin doesn't want to listen, she can walk a few more minutes to get down the mountain. I won't stop her."

This statement prevented Lin Zhiyi from immediately reacting.

She glanced ahead.

The steps lead down, and in the distance, you can see a corner of her black car near the parking lot.

The driver hasn't gotten on yet.

Lin Zhiyi looked away.

"Tell me, I can give you ten minutes."

Wu Liang was very satisfied with this reaction and took out a small folded copy from his pocket and unfolded it.

"The materials from twenty years ago are incomplete and not very appealing. In many places, they can hardly be considered evidence now."

Lin Zhiyi glanced at it and found that it was an old interrogation record with blurry handwriting, so she didn't reach out.

"Since it can't even be called evidence, doesn't it seem ridiculous that Attorney Wu brought it to me?"

"It's not as ridiculous as it sounds."

Wu Liang placed the copy on the stone railing next to him.

"The report states that your father left the company that night because his child had a fever. He was taking care of his daughter alone, and when he heard that she was sick, he rushed home. This reason makes perfect sense."

Lin Zhiyi, who had been looking down, stopped looking at the blurry words when she heard this.

My child has a fever, and I'm in a hurry to get home.

"Who said that?"

"Colleague's statement".

Wu Liang gently pushed the paper a little closer to her.

"It's normal to misremember things from twenty years ago."

Lin Zhiyi's eyes were no longer as calm as before, and she subconsciously spoke.

"My dad didn't do it because of that..."

I'm stuck here.

Wu Liang deliberately didn't ask any further questions, which made her even more uncomfortable.

She would rather Wu Liang ask, "How did you know?" than have him stand quietly to the side, leaving the blank space for her to fill in herself.

She let out a soft breath and her gaze returned to Wu Liang.

I didn't have a fever that day.

Wu Liang finally looked at her.

"Miss Lin, you remember this so clearly from when you were seven years old?"

"Is it strange?" Lin Zhiyi's eyes turned frosty again. "Attorney Wu, you were really offensive today. If you had a similar experience, you should know how memorable it would be."

She remembered that evening when her father took her to Teacher Chen's place, and before leaving, he told her not to lean too close when writing.

Little did I know that it would be the last time we met.

"Then it seems someone was lying."

Wu Liang smiled slightly. Seeing that Lin Zhiyi's emotions had been stirred up and his goal had been achieved, he said no more.

Wu Liang reached out and stuffed the copy back into his pocket before turning around.

"Ms. Lin, thank you for your cooperation. As a token of my gratitude, if you would like to know the truth about your father's past, please feel free to contact me anytime, and we can discuss it together."

Lin Zhiyi remained silent, watching Wu Liang's departing figure gradually disappear below the steps, lost in thought.

What exactly is this guy trying to do?

What is the connection between her helping a group of workers get their unpaid wages and her father's accident years ago?

Footsteps came from afar, followed by the driver's voice.

"Miss Lin?"

Lin Zhiyi came to her senses and realized that she had been standing there for a long time.

I glanced down at the tissue in my hand; it had been crumpled into a ball.

"Ms. Lin, the car is ready."

The driver took a few steps closer, then quickly stopped, without crossing the steps.

Lin Zhiyi carefully folded the tissue and put it in her bag. When she looked up again, the emotions on her face had already disappeared.

"understood."

The driver hesitated for a moment when he noticed that she didn't look well.

Are you feeling unwell?

"no."

Lin Zhiyi turned around and started walking downstairs, but after a few steps she suddenly stopped and turned back around.

The spot where Wu Liang had just stood was now empty, with nothing left behind, as if this person had never been there before.

"Miss Lin?"

The driver called out again in a low voice.

Lin Zhiyi looked away.

"Let's go."

As they drove down the mountain, the driver glanced at her several times in the rearview mirror, but didn't dare to say a word.

She suddenly spoke as the car drove out of the cemetery gate.

"I'm not going back to the company today, I'm going to the old house."

……

Outside the side gate of the cemetery.

Wu Liang walked around the breakfast stall and watched the black sedan drive away before taking out his phone to call Meng Jiang.

The call was answered quickly.

"You saw him?"

"I saw him."

Wu Liang threw the soy milk into the roadside trash can and walked back to his car.

"Lin Zhiyi confirmed personally that she did not have a fever that night."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Wu Liang looked up at the sign for Qingshan Cemetery. "And she remembers it very clearly."

Meng Jiang didn't press further, knowing what those words meant.

At least one person lied about the reason Lin Huaishan gave for leaving the company that night.

Wu Liang opened the car door and got in.

"Captain Meng, we can apply for a reinvestigation of that old traffic accident. We'd better act quickly."

"What's wrong?"

"I think Lin Zhiyi is starting to want to ask too."