Feng Buping burst into tears when he mentioned his deceased son.
An entrepreneur who was well-known and admired by thousands of people, but at this moment, in front of Lin Xiyan and Mu Can, he cried uncontrollably.
"My son is really, really good. He has been very obedient since he was a child, and his learning ability is also very strong. People say he is a little genius. This child has never made me worry about him since he was a child."
"It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of him. Blame me, blame me..."
Mu Can quickly stood up, took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Feng Buping.
"Mr. Feng, please forgive me..."
Feng Buping couldn't control it, covered his face and started crying, unable to even speak clearly.
After five or six minutes, he finally felt a little better, but his tears still couldn't stop flowing.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry. I was rude."
Muchan said hurriedly: "No, no."
After a while, Feng Buping finally calmed down.
Then the questioning continued.
Mu Can collected his thoughts for a moment and said directly: "Mr. Feng, I know you may not be able to accept it at first, but we can now confirm that your son did not commit suicide, but was murdered."
Feng Buping looked in disbelief: "But..."
Mu Can interrupted him: "Listen to me first, Mr. Feng."
"Mr. Feng, what I say next may be difficult for you to accept, but please believe that what I say is true."
Feng Buping nodded hurriedly: "I believe it. I definitely believe what you say. Please tell me."
"The lady next to me, Miss Lin, is a mysticist. She can see things that ordinary people can't see, such as dead souls."
"Mr. Feng, you also know that our special department handles some special cases, so I specially invited Miss Lin to help because your son's case is special."
"The reason why I say with certainty that your son committed suicide is because Miss Lin met your son not long ago."
Hearing this, Feng Buping was immediately shocked: "What did you say? You saw my son?"
"How is this possible? My son has been dead for twenty years. I believe that magicians can see the souls of the dead, but my son should have been reincarnated long ago."
Mu Can looked helpless and continued to explain: "Mr. Feng, I know it is difficult for you to accept, but it is true. Your son told Miss Lin personally that your son not only committed suicide, but also..."
Just as Mu Can was mid-sentence, Lin Xiyan suddenly kicked him with her foot to signal him not to continue.
Although Feng Buping is Feng Yinuo's biological father and should have the right to know about Feng Yinuo's affairs, the case is still under investigation.
Moreover, Ding Yuelan, whom they have always suspected, has not shown up yet.
Lin Xiyan just checked around and found that the second floor was extremely dark.
However, she is still not sure whether Ding Yuelan is upstairs. If so, the more Mu Can and the others say, the greater the possibility that the other party will take action.
The opponent was able to use forbidden techniques to turn Feng Yinuo into a house-guarding spirit. He could also arrange the house so perfectly for Feng Buping, and then unknowingly set up a formation in the Feng family to prevent Feng Yinuo from getting close.
Strength must not be underestimated.
If Lin Xiyan was alone, it would be easier for her to escape, but with Mu Can in need of protection, she must be cautious.
Mu Can was signaled by Lin Xiyan and hurriedly stopped.
Lin Xiyan looked at Feng Buping and asked, "Mr. Feng, do you often feel chest tightness, breathlessness, and sometimes even sudden difficulty in breathing recently?"
"Also, you sometimes feel sore all over your body, especially your waist. Sometimes your waist feels like being pricked by a needle?"
Hearing Lin Xiyan's words, Feng Buping was shocked. He said "yes" three times in a row, and then looked at Lin Xiyan in shock.
"Ms. Lin, how do you know?"
Lin Xiyan smiled: "I can see it from your face."
The first time he saw Feng Buping, Lin Xiyan began to observe his face and every move he made.
Feng Buping's face was extremely good, and he could be said to have the face of a man of great wealth and great power who could only see it in a thousand years.
However, he had severe bruises on his forehead and a faint black line at the corner of his eye. His face was pale and his lips were white, which showed that his blood flow was not smooth throughout his body and he also suffered from long-term pain in his waist.
Feng Buping sighed and said with a wry smile: "Well, when people get old, their bodies will inevitably have problems. They are no better than you young people."
"I have heard before that metaphysicians can tell everyone's physical condition from their faces. It seems to be true. Miss Lin has such an ability at such a young age. It is really amazing."
Lin Xiyan smiled lightly: "Thank you Mr. Feng for the compliment."
"But Mr. Feng, your physical problems are not caused by your age."
Feng Buping's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, and he looked at Lin Xiyan in disbelief, with a very complicated expression on his face.
"Ms. Lin, what do you mean..."
"Mr. Feng, have you ever thought that someone has done something to you, doesn't want you to feel better, and even... plans to kill you!"
When the last sentence came out, both Feng Buping and Mu Can were shocked.
Even the servant who was standing far away cleaning the table was frightened for a moment, and the movements of his hands were also startled.
Feng Buping looked nervous. He stared closely into Lin Xiyan's eyes and asked, "Does Miss Lin mean that the person who is harming me now is the same person who gave me my son back?"
Feng Buping is a smart man, so naturally he cannot connect the two things together.
Lin Xiyan and the others came home today to deal with Feng Yinuo's matter.
However, as he spoke, the words came to him, and he also directly said that someone wanted to harm him. Isn't it obvious?
Lin Xiyan frowned, glanced in the direction of the second floor, and then looked at Feng Buping.
"Mr. Feng, have you ever thought that the person who harmed you and your son may have always been by your side?"
Feng Buping had been looking at Lin Xiyan just now, and naturally noticed Lin Xiyan's movement towards the second floor.
He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly.
"Miss Lin, I know what you mean, but this is absolutely impossible."
The tension on Feng Buping's face had faded. He glanced upstairs again before speaking slowly.
"Ms. Lin, Mr. Mu, I know you have good intentions, but you don't understand my wife. My wife is actually a very good person."
"My wife is twenty-one years younger than me. She was still a little girl when she married me, but I am already an old man."
"Others think she married me for my money, but I am the only one who knows that she is not."
Speaking of his wife, Feng Buping's face was full of happiness, but at the same time, there was a trace of guilt in his eyes. It was obvious that he cherished this relationship and loved his wife very much.
Feng Buping let out a long sigh and continued.
"Oh, Yue Lan is also a miserable woman. It's all my fault. I'm sorry for her."