Zhao Junbo smiled: "Godfather, what happened to you tonight?"

Facing Zhao Junbo's question, Zhao Changlin looked at him without changing his expression, which made Zhao Changlin feel very uncomfortable.

The old man looked a little embarrassed, so Zhao Junbo quickly looked away, picked up the coffee on the coffee table, put it in his mouth and took a sip, and then asked again:

"By the way, godfather, the police came to see you, and they also specified that they wanted to find you alone. What's going on?"

"It's your brother Zhao Xiaobin." Zhao Changlin said.

"Brother...brother?" Zhao Junbo seemed to have guessed the truth after hearing what Zhao Changlin said.

After all, the body found from the mountain was finally taken away by the forensic doctor.

Moreover, the godfather Zhao Changlin also extracted a DNA sample. Obviously, this was to match and verify the specific identity of the corpse.

And now that Zhao Changlin said this, Zhao Junbo could guess with his toes what was going on with the corpse?

But Zhao Junbo still took the initiative to ask: "Is it that corpse?"

"Yes, the identity of the body has been confirmed." Zhao Changlin said.

Zhao Junbo's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked: "So, is that body really my brother Zhao Xiaobin's?"

"Yeah." Zhao Changlin closed his eyes and nodded vigorously.

At this moment, Zhao Changlin's nose felt sour and tears could not stop flowing out.

"How could it be? Brother Zhao Xiaobin, how could it be the burnt corpse? How could this be?"

Zhao Junbo seemed to be in disbelief, shaking his head like a rattle.

After a while, he calmed down and quickly asked Zhao Changlin: "Godfather, so, is all this true? Is my brother the burnt corpse?"

"Yes." Zhao Changlin took a deep breath and said sadly: "The police came to find me because they wanted to tell me the truth."

"After testing by their forensic team, the facts are very clear. The body is that of Zhao Xiaobin."

"The fire that occurred in the sponge factory next door actually burned to death not the homeless artist from Hubei Province, but my son Zhao Xiaobin."

After saying this, Zhao Changlin covered his face with his hands and suddenly burst into tears.

Zhao Junbo also took a deep breath, quickly handed the tea to Zhao Changlin, and comforted him: "Godfather, you...don't be excited. You are not in good health, so don't be too excited."

"If my brother Zhao Xiaobin is the corpse that was burned to death, then there must be a reason for this, right, that wandering artist?"

Zhao Junbo seemed to have thought of something? So he quickly added: "My brother Zhao Xiaobin may have been killed by that homeless artist."

"And the wandering artist, after killing my brother Zhao Xiaobin, may have put his clothes on my brother Zhao Xiaobin's body and used my brother's body to impersonate himself."

"Huh?" Seeing Zhao Junbo's eloquent manner, Zhao Changlin raised his eyebrows and asked: "Junbo, why do you think so?"

"Because, haven't you already confirmed that the charred corpse buried in the mountain for 15 years is my brother Zhao Xiaobin?"

"Just think, that night, my brother beat me up, offended everyone in the factory, and went crazy with alcohol. After all, he was already very drunk at that time."

"And finally, you came over and gave him a slap in the face, which briefly revived him."

"After he left, perhaps still angry, he might have met the wandering artist playing the erhu in Wangchao Town."

"My brother was so angry that he got into a fight with that homeless artist over a disagreement."

"Then accidentally, a wandering artist beat my brother to death, and then in order to avoid responsibility, he staged a graft and then disappeared again, is that right?"

Seeing Zhao Junbo talking here for a long time, Zhao Changlin asked him out of curiosity: "Junbo, why do you think so?"

"Ah? Isn't it?" Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin's complicated expression, Zhao Junbo asked again.

"I don't know either." Zhao Changlin shook his head and said meaningfully:

"However, the police talked to me for a long time in the evening and comforted me for a long time. They helped me sort out the case. They felt that Xiaobin's death might be related to the outsider who was poisoned some time ago."

After a pause, Zhao Changlin also pretended to think: "What is that person's name? He is the person who was poisoned to death on the mountain..."

"Yuan Jialiang?" Zhao Junbo blurted out, and quickly added: "Is it called Yuan Jialiang? I remember hearing this name from the police."

"Yes, it's Yuan Jialiang." After being reminded by Zhao Junbo, Zhao Changlin suddenly realized and said quickly:

"The police told me that Xiao Bin's death may have something to do with Yuan Jialiang."

"After all, Yuan Jialiang has been in other provinces before, but during this time, he suddenly came to Wangchao Town, Jiangnan City."

"Moreover, Yuan Jialiang stayed at the Wangchao Town Hotel for more than ten days."

"And in the past ten days, Yuan Jialiang didn't go anywhere. He just went to that mountain to offer sacrifices to that wild tomb."

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin asked again: "Junbo, let me ask you, this Yuan Jialiang, he is so good, why did he go to the mountain to worship that wild grave?"

"This wild grave existed on that mountain not just for a day or two, but for a full 15 years."

"And the person buried in the wild grave is none other than your brother Zhao Xiaobin."

"But Yuan Jialiang is from another province. As soon as he came here, he went straight to the tomb. Obviously, he knew that the person buried in the tomb was not the wandering artist, but your brother Zhao Xiaobin."

"Yes...really?" After hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he quickly said:

"Then Yuan Jialiang, could he be the murderer of my brother Zhao Xiaobin?"

"Maybe." Zhao Changlin picked up the tea, put it in his mouth and took a sip, then he said again:

"The police told me that Yuan Jialiang, who was poisoned, might know what happened that year."

"Maybe, Xiao Bin's death was related to him, maybe he was killed by him, or maybe, this Yuan Jialiang was part of the murderer, and they must have been more than this one at the time."

"More than one person? Haha, no way?" After hearing what his godfather Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo suddenly felt a little confused.

But Zhao Changlin didn't care about this. He directly explained to Zhao Junbo based on what Gu Chen told him:

"Officer Gu said that based on the inference of his team, this Yuan Jialiang may be one of the murderers who murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin."

"So Yuan Jialiang knows who is buried in that tomb?"

"But during the transfer of the bones this time, the police found things with ghost head patterns on the sides of the coffins and the new location where the bodies were moved and buried."

"And this kind of thing may be evidence that Yuan Jialiang deliberately left to the police."

"Leave...evidence for the police?" Zhao Junbo was already confused at this moment.

He didn't know what his godfather Zhao Changlin was communicating with the police at the Wangchao Town Police Station.

But the news extracted from Zhao Changlin made Zhao Junbo feel more and more frightened each time.

It seems that every piece of information is enough to subvert the existence of cognition.

Zhao Changlin nodded silently and said earnestly: "That police officer Gu told me that Yuan Jialiang might be one of the people who participated in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin, but for some reason, he might want to tell the police about it."

"But because he was involved in this kind of thing back then, Yuan Jialiang didn't go to the police station to report the case in a big way. Instead, he provided clues to let the police find the Ghost King comics."

After a pause, Zhao Changlin approached Zhao Junbo and whispered in Zhao Junbo's ear: "Do you still know Xiao Mengqi, the daughter of the old Xiao family?"

"Ah?" Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo, who was slow to react, shrank back in fright and said with a confused look on his face:

"I know... I know, Xiao Mengqi, didn't she come to our factory as a summer job before? Her father also worked in our factory for a while."

"You have chased her, right?" Zhao Changlin pointed at Zhao Junbo and said.

"Haha." After hearing what his godfather said, Zhao Junbo scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and then said a little embarrassedly:

"It's been so many years, godfather, do you still remember?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "How could I not remember?" Zhao Changlin sighed and said with some regret: "It's a pity that such a good girl committed suicide by jumping into the river because of emotional problems."

"But the saddest thing is that he jumped into the river and committed suicide because of his ex-boyfriend and had nothing to do with you Zhao Junbo."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Changlin subconsciously glanced at Zhao Junbo beside him.

Zhao Junbo is also one of the embarrassed ones. At this moment, he doesn't know why his godfather Zhao Changlin suddenly mentioned this?

However, Zhao Junbo still reluctantly accepted it: "Actually, it's just that we are not destined. Moreover, my education is not high and I haven't read any books, so people may look down on me."

"Nonsense, it's your own failure." Seeing Zhao Junbo blaming himself, Zhao Changlin also corrected him.

Seeing that Zhao Junbo just laughed twice to resolve the embarrassment, Zhao Changlin then said again:

"It's a pity that Xiao Mengqi committed suicide by jumping into the river, but the police told me that Xiao Mengqi might not have committed suicide."

"Wha... what? It's not suicide?" He was shocked again by his godfather's words, and Zhao Junbo became uneasy.

So Zhao Junbo quickly asked Zhao Changlin: "Godfather, what did these police investigate? How did they know that Xiao Mengqi did not commit suicide by jumping into the river? How did they know?"

"Why are you nervous?" Seeing that Zhao Junbo's reaction was too intense, Zhao Changlin also said casually.

Zhao Junbo, who was flustered after hearing Zhao Changlin's words, quickly tried to calm down and said again:

"Isn't this... Isn't this curious? You also know that I have a good relationship with Xiao Mengqi. When she committed suicide by jumping into the river, I often cried secretly at night."

"After all, I also liked her. She died for her ex-boyfriend, and I don't think it's worth it."

"But now, you're telling me that Xiao Mengqi didn't commit suicide by jumping into the river, or was she murdered?"

"Yeah." Zhao Changlin sighed softly, then put his hands on his knees, stood up hard, and walked back and forth in the hall.

When he came to the window in the hall, Zhao Changlin looked back at Zhao Junbo sitting on the sofa, and then said:

"Officer Gu told me that there was something fishy about Xiao Mengqi's death because the person who said she died for love has not been found yet."
To be continued...