Lin Zhiyi thought carefully about Gong Chen’s words, and indeed it seed so.
She pursed her lips and said, "I was only thinking about how to deal with that woman and didn’t think it through."
Liao Yi said in surprise, "That woman doesn’t seem particularly special, does she really need you to deal with her specifically?"
Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen exchanged glances.
Gong Chen motioned for her to speak first.
Lin Zhiyi then began to analyze the woman.
"That woman is very strange. When she heard her husband had died, her emotions seed as if... she was certain her husband would die."
"Usually, when soone hears news of a loved one’s death, they’d be heartbroken and beg the doctors to save them, it’s not that easy to accept the bad news."
Liao Yi and the designer nodded in agreent.
Gong Chen calmly added, "She kept insisting that you killed her husband, but never ntioned compensation, yet she specifically noted that her husband was the family’s breadwinner. Either she wants to ask for a huge sum, or she’s holding back sothing else."
The designer hesitated and said, "Her husband was honest, diligent, and skilled, which is why our company worked with him for a long ti. He never seed like soone who would do sothing reckless for money. We’ve never t his wife, but he ntioned her a few tis; she’s also a capable woman."
Seeing is believing.
This woman was indeed capable; she nearly tore Lin Zhiyi’s clothes.
But the designer’s words also indicated one thing: both husband and wife were hardworking people.
They didn’t seem like people who would harm others.
Then there’s only one possibility left.
This woman is hiding sothing.
Lin Zhiyi proposed, "Let’s first check the studio. I pre-installed surveillance, it might provide so answers."
"Alright."
To avoid disturbing Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen, Liao Yi specifically rode in the designer’s car.
On the way to the studio, Lin Zhiyi felt a bit uneasy.
Gong Chen held her hand, "Still thinking about that woman?"
Lin Zhiyi shook her head, "That master, I t him once before New Year’s. I gave them red envelopes, and he even thanked . Now he’s dead, and it feels suddenly like people are so vulnerable. Living is really more important than anything."
Just now, she was filled with images of self-immolation.
She wondered if she had lived on gritting her teeth, investigating the truth for the late Xingxing, what would have happened?
At least she and Xingxing wouldn’t have died with lies.
Maybe the significance of her rebirth, besides facing the truth of her past life, was Heaven’s way of letting her understand the importance of her own life.
Once you die, there’s nothing left.
In her dazed state, Gong Chen gently turned her body around.
His eyes lowered, revealing a shimring, eyeful of watery light.
"I won’t let anything happen to you."
Lin Zhiyi leaned into his embrace, took a deep breath, and nodded.
...
Studio.
By the ti Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen arrived, the police were already investigating.
She quickly stepped forward, "I have surveillance footage here, it can..."
"Miss Lin, we’ve seen the footage." The police interrupted with frustration, "A minute before the incident, the cara was splashed with paint, so except for so sounds, nothing was recorded."
"Paint?"
Lin Zhiyi repeated in disbelief and imdiately turned to check the surveillance cara.
Indeed, it was covered with a layer of paint.
She inhaled, trying to maintain a steady tone, "How could it be such a coincidence?"
The police pointed to the workers on the other side.
"We’re questioning them too."
Lin Zhiyi instinctively glanced at Gong Chen.
Gong Chen greeted the police and then led her to the workers.
"Who splashed the paint?"
His voice was cold and firm, only a simple inquiry, yet it made the workers across from him deeply intimidated.
Before he could speak again, so younger workers pointed at a man squatting on the ground smoking.
The man’s sleeves and pants were covered in paint, and he was quietly puffing on his cigarette.
Noticing everyone’s gaze, he looked up.
eting Gong Chen’s dark eyes, his hand trembled, and half a cigarette dropped to the ground.
"No... I didn’t do it on purpose."
"Explain." Gong Chen demanded.
The man stood up and pointed at the paint on the shelf, "It was Lao Huang. When he was working this morning, he accidentally kicked my paint bucket, and so splashed onto the cara."
Lao Huang was the worker involved in the incident.
"Lao Huang even said after finishing this wall, he would help clean it when he turned around. I thought the tiline was tight and moving the shelf back and forth was troubleso, so I agreed."
"Who knew he would have an accident before finishing."
As he spoke about the incident, his voice shook.
He had seen Lao Huang’s neck bent in an unnatural angle.
It was certain he wouldn’t survive.
Thinking this, he started pleading with Gong Chen and Lin Zhiyi for leniency.
"It really wasn’t , I just left the paint bucket there as usual, I never thought this would happen. I warned Lao Huang that the safety rope wasn’t fastened. He said it would be quick."
"Just a mont! Just that one mont!"
The man was terrified and truly couldn’t understand how in just one mont, soone could die.
Seeing the situation, Lin Zhiyi approached the designer, extending her hand.
The designer paused, and then, understanding, imdiately took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag.
Working in the industry, they often dealt with workers.
In order for them to work properly, a bit of tact and human touch was needed.
Cigarettes were sothing they would frequently have on hand.
Lin Zhiyi gave the man a cigarette and gently said, "No one’s blaming you. Who wants anyone to die? We just want to understand things clearly, and it will also help the police investigation."
The man shakily lit a cigarette, taking a deep breath to calm down.
He nodded, "I’ve said everything I know."
Seeing his pale face, Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to push him further.
Just as she was about to say it’s okay, Gong Chen interrupted coldly.
"What were you thinking while smoking earlier? You only showed real fear when you saw ."
"Tell , what else are you hiding?"
There was silence among everyone.
The man could no longer conceal his guilt and fear.
"I, I..."
The police warned, "This involves a life, if you withhold information, you’ll also bear legal responsibility."
Frightened, the man hurriedly stamped out his cigarette.
"I’m not withholding anything! I just don’t know how to say it."
"Then take your ti." Gong Chen squinted his eyes.
The man swallowed hard and began to explain, "Since yesterday, Lao Huang was acting strangely. We went for a late-night snack after working overti, and although he usually didn’t drink much, he got drunk, lanting how short life is. I thought he was just drunk and took him ho."
"This morning, he seed absent-minded, kept making mistakes, I reminded him several tis, but he just kept giving a fake smile. I didn’t think much of it."
"I thought he had a hangover, so I didn’t ask more."
"Who knew he would..."
The man pressed his lips together with a bitter expression.
Lin Zhiyi sighed internally, even wondering if she had pushed the schedule too hard.
Gong Chen coldly appraised the man, noting how he held onto the cigarette butt, grinding it between his fingers.
"These things don’t affect you much, they could even clear your suspicion. Why would you hide them?"
"Do you really dislike telling the truth? It seems we really need to invite you to the police station for a chat."
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