Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 119: lime

Chapter 119 Liger

My daughter would actually call her biological father a beast, which I never thought of before Huang Lan spoke.

Huang Boyuan told me that his eldest daughter went abroad because he opposed his remarriage, but now it seems that there is something else hidden.

"That old fox really didn't tell me the truth." I calmed down and straightened my mind. Although I accepted Huang Boyuan's commission, but it involved the double-faced Buddha, I had to find out the truth about that incident back then.

"Maybe I can get clues to the mysterious picture scroll from this woman." My biggest advantage now is that Huang Boyuan didn't know that her daughter came to me, so I can dig out Huang Boyuan's secret from Huang Lan , and you can get close to Huang Boyuan and make insinuations to verify the authenticity of what Huang Lan said.

Thinking of this, I took out a pen and paper to make a note: "Speak slowly, don't get excited, I can consider your commission."

Huang Lan took a deep breath: "Sorry, I thought of something unpleasant."

"It's okay." Of course I don't care about these things: "You said Director Huang lied to you for twenty years. I don't know what he lied to you? After all, you are his biological daughter."

"My mother didn't commit suicide, but was forced to death by Huang Boyuan, or even murdered by Huang Boyuan!" Huang Lan gritted her teeth: "When my mother needed him the most, this man chose to give up! "

"Wait a minute, when your mother died, Director Huang should have been out of town to negotiate business with Nanfang Pharmaceutical. From the most basic point of view of committing the crime, he should have been excluded."

"That's all fake. Huang Boyuan has planned for a long time to force his mother to death."

Huang Lan's words shocked me. If this is true, then Huang Boyuan is too scary.

“I felt something was wrong when I was very young. On the day my mother passed away, I still vaguely remember that there was half a cup of hot tea in the teacup on the table. My mother hated drinking tea the most in her life, so this cup of tea must be made for someone else. During the time I was away from home, outsiders came in."

"Could it be the landlord or a neighbor?" It's a bit arbitrary to speculate based on a cup of tea.

Huang Lan was very dissatisfied with my interruption of her words. In her heart, she seemed to have concluded that the murderer was Huang Boyuan: "If a cup of tea doesn't explain anything, I have other evidence."

"A few days after his mother passed away, Huang Boyuan entered a pharmaceutical factory to work, and he had a heated fight with the daughter of the pharmaceutical factory owner. After a few weeks, he got a certificate and remarried. At this speed, it can be said that the two of them had no adultery before. What do you think? Will I believe it?"

There are some problems with Huang Lan's logic, but I don't think there is anything wrong with it: "Maybe Tianyi's fate is just so vigorous."

"What did you say?"

"Miss Huang, can you provide other evidence? I have no way to start with these things twenty years ago, let alone help you investigate."

"Evidence? What more evidence do you want?"

"For example, witness testimony and physical evidence, I need something that can be seen and touched, so that I can contact and understand it, and build a complete chain of evidence. Only the stone in your heart can fall safely." I lit a cigarette: "Although you call Director Huang a beast in your mouth, you should still have a little hope for him in your heart, and hope that he is not a murderer, which is why you came to me The reason, am I right?"

Huang Boyuan is Huang Lan's biological father. Even if he really committed an unforgivable crime, the bond between bloodlines will not change.

"I'm very disappointed in that man, I hope you don't say these self-righteous remarks again. Besides, I hate men who smoke." Huang Lan took out a brocade handkerchief from her purse to cover her mouth and nose, frowning.

"Sorry."

After I stubbed out the cigarette butt, Huang Lan continued to speak: "Before I went abroad, I carried Huang Boyuan to the south many times to find the businessman who bought his prescriptions. I went four times before and after, and the heaven pays off. Finally, I found the drug dealer in prison."

"He is just a liar. From what he said, I learned that Huang Boyuan seemed to have seen through his deception early and never traded with him at all. That is to say, Huang Boyuan has never been to the south."

Huang Boyuan had never been to the South, so he had enough time to commit crimes, and Huang Lan didn't go out for a long time, but the other party accurately grasped this opportunity. The hot tea on the table is also the key, no matter who made the tea, at least it can show that the person who entered the room is very familiar with Huang Lan's mother.

"It is very possible that Huang Boyuan was hiding near your house at that time, waiting for an opportunity." I blurted out: "According to what you said, Director Huang found out that the person who bought the prescription was a liar. I have no choice but to choose between my wife and my daughter, so..."

This speculation is reasonable, but it is only speculation.

"Do you have any other clues?"

Huang Lan took out a photo from her handbag: "I don't know, you can see for yourself."

Took the photo, there was a line of beautiful characters on it, which should be written by a girl: "My father chose me, I want to live, and I want to live for my mother."

I read it several times but still didn't understand: "What does this sentence mean?"

"This is the content of my sister's diary that I secretly took. She never shows her diary to others." Obviously, she just gave up on her mother, and my sister was the only witness present, so her words should be credible."

"Your sister was only a few months old at the time, what could she know?" I doubt that Huang Lan's overly strong psychological suggestion made everything look like evidence that Huang Boyuan killed his wife.

I habitually took out another cigarette, but this time I didn't light it up: "Miss Huang, maybe you should be considerate of Director Huang, he probably had no other choice at that time."

"Forgiveness? You don't know what kind of life we ​​lived at that time. My mother's health deteriorated day by day, and then she began to be in a trance. She often talked to a painting and talked to herself. The pain in my heart."

I keenly caught a special place in Huang Lan's words: "Your mother often talked to herself in front of a painting before she died?"

"Yes, at that time, my mother's body was on the verge of collapse. Huang Boyuan was not at home for most of the day, and my mother had to take care of me and my younger sister. She was suffering both physically and mentally." Rand obviously misunderstood me.

"Can you tell me about that painting in detail." Both Huang Boyuan and Huang Lan mentioned a painting in their memories, which made me very curious.

Although Huang Lan didn't know the reason why I asked about the painting, she still thought about it carefully: "That painting was brought back by Huang Boyuan, and there was nothing on the scroll."

"Are you sure? Is there anything missing?"

"Anyway, I can't see anything, but my mother hangs the painting in the house and often talks about it."

After listening to Huang Lan's words, I thought silently: "This painting was given to Huang Boyuan by the double-faced Buddha. There must be ulterior motives. My mother often talks to the blank scroll, which means she must have discovered something."

I put down the cigarette in my hand and looked at Huang Lan: "Did anything special happen to your family during that time, don't worry, think about it slowly."

After a long time, Huang Lan thought for a long time before saying: "There is one special thing. When Huang Boyuan took the painting home, a beggar came to my house to beg for food. My mother was kind and gave him a dish. A bowl of freshly made noodles. In the end, the beggar ate it clean, without even saying thank you, he put the bowl on the table, and ran out of our rented house in a hurry without looking back."

"When my mother opened the sea bowl, I discovered that there was a piece of yellow paper hidden under the bowl, and a doggerel was written on it."

I faintly feel wrong: "Do you remember that poem?"

Huang Lan nodded: "It's a very strange poem that doesn't rhyme. I thought it was fun so I recited it."

She opened her mouth to recite the poem, and the content was indeed very strange: "If there is a tree, it is a tree. Someone can't be the master. If you wear hemp, you must be a monster, and the king should be a flower."

"The beggar came to the door for no reason, and left a doggerel?" I wrote these four lines of poems on paper, and felt that it was not like poetry, but more like an anagram.

After reading it several times, my face changed drastically: "Huang Lan, it may not be Huang Boyuan who killed your mother."

I put the four lines of poems in front of Huang Lan: "If this is an anagram, which word can you guess matches the four lines of poems?"

"Anagram? What word?"

"There is a word that becomes locust tree by adding wood; it becomes puppet by adding man; it becomes demon by adding hemp; and it becomes rose by adding king." I looked into Huang Lan's eyes, and her At the same time, he said: "This word is ghost!"