Yan Rui walked out of the kitchen holding a wooden tray in his hand. The four ceramic teacups placed on it were steaming out.
Jian Yao didn't panic when Yan Rui called her to ask a question. Instead, she smiled: "I'm looking at the decoration here, and I quite like the decoration style of your home."
Yan Rui smiled softly, seeming to be very impressed by Jian Yao's praise. Her brown eyes looking at the furniture were full of memories and nostalgia.
Jian Yao only heard her gentle voice saying slowly: "I spent several months working on it bit by bit. Many things here have memories between me and my lover..."
Perhaps because of talking about her husband, Yan Rui's mood visibly deteriorated, and her voice became noticeably weaker.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. By the way, these two are the two right-hand men you mentioned in your letter, right?" Yan Rui turned his attention to Wu Jiu and Hong Yan, who were sitting quietly on the sofa, and asked
He nodded to them with a soft smile, taking it as a greeting.
Jian Yao glanced at Yan Rui's obviously pale face and decided to go straight to the point.
"Sister Yan Rui, what do you want me to investigate when you wrote to me this time?" Jian Yao asked directly after accepting the hot tea handed over by Yan Rui.
After Yan Rui heard Jian Yao's question, the teacup in her hand shook uncontrollably and spilled some of the tea in the teacup.
The back of her white hand was instantly reddened by the scalding tea, but Yan Rui seemed not to feel the pain and just looked blankly at a small room behind the living room.
"You know, my husband and I met in school, but my parents didn't agree with our relationship, so I had a falling out with my family. I accompanied my husband to Yucheng to work hard. We worked hard in this city.
After many years, I have managed to survive and live a good life, but I didn't expect that he - died... died..."
As Yan Rui spoke, there was a hint of embarrassment in her voice. At the end of her words, she could no longer speak. She could only cover her mouth weakly and shed tears. It seemed that she was thinking about herself.
The husband would not be able to hold back his tears.
Jian Yao looked at Yan Rui who was crying so hard that she became at a loss for a moment. Good guy, she doesn't know how to comfort people!
Facing Yan Rui who couldn't stop crying, Jian Yao knew that she might not be able to stop crying for a while, so she could only comfort her dryly: "Sister Yan Rui, please explain clearly what happened.
Then you can cry again."
[Can only blindly beep: The anchor said "then you can cry again", which shows the anchor's great ambition]
Yan Rui's heart, which was originally filled with sadness and pain, went blank for a moment after hearing Jian Yao's words.
According to common sense, when others comfort others, don't they mean to give earnest advice or take other actions? How come these words seem to be urging her to catch up with the progress of the plot?
If Jian Yao knew about Yan Rui's psychological activities, she would definitely reply, "Let go of helping others, or else you will develop breast nodules."
Yan Rui also felt that Jian Yao's words made sense, and suppressed the sadness that kept rising in her heart, and continued: "On the wedding anniversary, I prepared his favorite dishes at home and waited for him to come back, but he suddenly said
I have to work overtime that day, but I can understand it, after all, the company has just got on the right track, I understand..."
"But I didn't expect that the morning of the anniversary would be the last time we saw each other. On the second day of the anniversary... he was found dead in an apartment near the company."
Yan Rui obviously still couldn't fully accept the sudden death of her husband. Every time she said a word, she could feel her body trembling slightly.
While listening, Jian Yao wrote down Yan Rui's words in a small notebook. She found the small notebook and pen in her coat pocket.
"Yeah, I understand, so do you want me to investigate the cause of your husband's death?"
After Yan Rui heard the word "cause of death", he subconsciously took a breath of cold air and clenched the fabric on his legs with both hands. The wrinkled fabric showed that Yan Rui's heart was not peaceful.
She nodded and said firmly: "Yes, my husband's case has not yet come to a result, and the person in charge of this case has been equivocal with me. It seems that he wants to drag this case out without solving it. I
I don’t know what’s the reason behind this for them to do such a thing, but I can’t tolerate the murderer of my husband walking free!”
When talking about the murderer, the corners of Yan Rui's eyes turned red. Although time has left a few wrinkles on her face, she is undoubtedly a beauty now.
Jian Yao has understood Yan Rui's request. It seems that the clues for this dungeon mission are to be found in her husband's case, but she still has some questions that need Yan Rui to answer.
"I have a few questions I want to ask."
"First, how did your husband die? Do you have his autopsy report?"
"Second point, why is your husband in an apartment near the company instead of going home?"
Jian Yao looked at Yan Rui calmly, not letting go of every little detail and doubt in her words.
After hearing the two questions raised by Jian Yao, Yan Rui thought for a while and then answered: "I don't have the autopsy report... but I know that when my husband was found, the eyes of the corpse were wide open.
It's big, and the mouth is also wide open, as if I saw something particularly terrifying..."
"Many silver needles were also found in his stomach, which were said to have been swallowed alive by him."
After Jian Yao heard Yan Rui's last words, she subconsciously raised her eyebrows. Swallowing silver needles alive? It was indeed a strange way to die.
"As for the second point you mentioned, he actually bought a small apartment near the company because he sometimes couldn't make it back from working overtime and didn't want to disturb me at night, so he bought a small apartment in a residential building near the company.
I bought a room here specifically for him to rest."
After Jian Yao wrote down the key points in a notebook, she proposed to Yan Rui the idea of taking a tour of the villa.
"Okay, let me take you around. I have basically put away my husband's things." Yan Rui smoothed the wrinkles on the fabric, slowly wiped away the tears on his face, and forced out a somewhat
Stiff smile.
There was no light on in the small room behind the living room. There was a wooden table with an incense burner and a black-and-white photo of a man on it.
The dull face of the middle-aged man looks a bit strange in the black and white photo. The orange-red flame of the candle creates a distorted light on the photo, making it look as if the man is trapped in a purgatory full of flames and is being tortured.
There were three incense sticks inserted in the incense burner, and there was a brazier in the corner, with paper money burned into black ashes.
It seems that the scent of incense they just smelled in the living room came from here.