It was hard for anything to escape their notice.
"All the traces of the bullets and various weapon fragnts found at the scene have been identified, they all belong to the Ji Corporation."
Ye Lu felt a chill in his heart, a cold light flashing in his eyes. Gu Yan was ruthless. Knowing that Third Young Master Jun had purchased weapons from the Ji Family, and the weapon that killed Old Ling was also from the Ji Family, there was no way to distinguish whose hand it ca from.
Ling Yan went on to say, "The Ji Family has not disclosed who in the country they sold their weapons to recently, as it’s their business secret, and I respect their confidentiality agreent."
Ye Lu breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then heard Ling Yan open his mouth indifferently again.
"However, this doesn’t an the investigation via the weapon procurent trail is at a dead end. Even if the Ji Family does not provide a client list, we can still investigate the people involved from the records of Ji Family’s past imports and exports. They regularly have goods flowing into the country, and by checking each purchaser one by one, we will eventually find out."
Ye Lu’s heart grew even colder as he looked at Ling Yan, his heart pounding. Why was he telling him all this?
What was his intention for coming today?
"Ye Lu, I’ve always considered you a friend and have helped you quite a bit. I don’t expect anything in return, but if you have noticed anything, I hope you can tell ," Ling Yan sighed and turned to look at him seriously.
Ye Lu forced a laugh: "Ling Yan, did you co today just to tell these things? It seems like you didn’t ntion the core issue."
Ling Yan looked at him with that all-seeing gaze, sending a chill from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, his heart tightening with overwhelming guilt.
As a friend, he truly had betrayed that friendship.
"Yesterday, after I left, I turned back and overheard your conversation with Qingchi."
Ye Lu’s face changed slightly, but he remained composed, his hands under the blanket twisted together, spasming uncontrollably.
"What’s the problem with my words?"
Ling Yan said, "No problem. I know you truly sympathize with Ling Xiu, and it wouldn’t be strange for you to give him sothing pretending to be Qingchi’s personal belonging to comfort him."
"What do you an by that?"
"The problem is, I asked Ling Xiu, and he said the ornant was not given by you, but by ThirdYoung Master Jun. Also, the original ornant has been lost. It was in the rest room, supposedly taken by a cat that ran in, but you were also in the rest room that day."
Ye Lu’s face turned even paler.
"At the airport, when Ling Xiu took out that thing, your face changed. So, Ye Lu, why do you care so much about this ornant? What’s wrong with it? Why would Third Young Master forge this thing for Ling Xiu, claiming it was left by Qingchi?"
The calm and piercing coldness in Ling Yan’s voice, though not aggressive, was enough to pierce through the heart.
Ye Lu clasped the blanket tightly, not knowing what to say.
With Ling Yan’s intelligence and ticulousness, connecting the incidents to form a coherent line of reasoning was not difficult. His coming today to question Ye Lu proved that he was already very skeptical.
But precisely because of this, Ye Lu could not show any signs of guilt to confirm his suspicions.
"Ling Yan, why not speak your suspicions directly." Ye Lu raised his head, fearless and unflustered.
Ling Yan gazed at him searchingly, noticing that his eyes did not avoid his own and showed no guilt, and a flicker passed through his eyes.
"I have a speculation. Third Young Master Jun is not a delicate person, so he would not create an ornant to comfort Ling Xiu. What then was the purpose of this ornant? And on the day my grandfather died, why were the attackers able to accurately know the specific location and timing of his schedule? It was a private morial ceremony, known only to and Ling Xiu, apart from my grandfather’s close associates.
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