Chapter 288 Shura Field

There was a gold pendant hanging around the alpaca's neck. She opened it and saw the word "Sang" engraved on it.

"What's your name?"

Liang Jishen was no longer smoking heavily, and the cigarette butt was burning by itself most of the time. "Sang."

"Mother's?"

"Yeah." He laughed. "There are male ones. They're brown. I'm afraid you won't like them."

"What's the male's name?"

Liang Jishen said without hesitation, "Deep."

He Sang bent down and broke off a small piece of carrot to feed the alpaca. Its teeth were dull and its tongue was wet, so its saliva flew as it chewed. It looked funny and clumsy. "Aunt Ji doesn't like large pets. Let's send it to the farm in the western suburbs."

"How do you like it."

She pursed her lips and fed him one piece after another without making a sound.

"If you like it, keep it. I'll take care of my mother." Liang Jishen opened the cigarette box and took out a cigarette. "You're not going back to live there?"

He Sang turned his head and asked, "Where to go back?"

"Jinyue Mansion."

She said nothing again.

Liang Jishen added, "I'm not going."

The sunlight was bright around him. Although he had been very ill at one point, his posture was casual and lazy, but the muscles all over his body were ready to go. Even from four or five meters away, one could still see how strong and firm he was.

If he hadn't lost a few pounds, he would have looked even more sturdy and secure.

"When Li Zhen is out of confinement, I will stay with her at Zeng Mansion for a while."

He held the cigarette in his mouth without holding it with his hands. The corners of his mouth trembled as he took a puff, and then trembled again as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Third Young Master!" Sister Rong opened the door. "They've come downstairs."

Liang Jishen dusted off half of the cigarette ash at the roots of the tree and walked away.

He Sang fed half a bag of carrots and returned to the living room from the backyard.

Liang Yanzhang and Liang Jing sat in the main seats, while the mother and son from the second and third wives sat on the double sofas on the left and right. There was only one single sofa left, next to Liang Chihui, which was exactly He Sang's seat.

She sat down quietly.

Liang Jing was wearing a dark blue uniform and had thick stubble on his chin, a light dark blue color. It was obvious that he had worked overtime last night and rushed back from the petition office building.

It spans two districts.

Three test reports were spread out on the coffee table. One was a stool test, which indicated the residue of laxative ingredients; one was a test of antihypertensive drugs, which were original drugs without any adulteration of other substances; the last one was a test of oxygen and medicine provided by the hospital, which was also normal.

Liang Yanzhang's face turned pale. "No wonder I had diarrhea so suddenly."

Yao Wenji pointedly accused Ji Xilan, "Breakfast that day was steamed dumplings, rice porridge, and purple sweet potatoes. Sister Fang packed the rice, and Xilan helped Yanzhang take a bath, right? It's such a coincidence. Xilan is a sleepyhead and usually doesn't go to the hospital until noon. But on the day Yanzhang had diarrhea, she was already in the ward at 7 a.m."

Ji Xilan twisted her fingers together, her eyes rolled around, and she said nothing.

Although she and her cousin had colluded in their confessions in advance, the one interrogating her cousin was Liang Jing, a civil servant with clear thinking, not inferior to Liang Jishen. If the truth was revealed...

The two houses Liang Yanzhang gave her had not yet been transferred to her, so she had nothing to lose.

"Dr. Zhu prescribed Yanzhang's blood pressure medication, and the prescription is changed once a year to ensure effectiveness. How could it lose its effectiveness? Unless someone secretly tampered with it, such as Yanzhang's closest relatives..."

"What do you mean?" Ji Xilan retorted, "Do you doubt me?"

Yao Wenji remained calm and composed. "Liang Jing suspects every one of us, even the second and third sons. I'm facing it frankly, why are you so excited?"

"Mother." Liang Jishen stopped Ji Xilan from making a noise.

Ji Xilan panted rapidly and pulled Liang Jing's arm. "Liang Jing, I am the current wife of the Liang family. What good does it do me if your father gets into trouble? Will it be the glory of a widow or the glory of Madam Liang? What do I want? The real murderer is trying to turn the tables!"

Liang Jing brushed her hand away and said, "Calm down."

Ji Xilan fidgeted and stared at Liang Jishen.

Liang Jishen ignored her plea for help, "Sister Fang, did you pack the steamed dumplings?"

"I packed the dumplings in the small cafeteria in the high-ranking cadre ward. Window number 3 was occupied by a middle-aged man, dark and plump," Fang recalled carefully. "From the cafeteria to the ward, no one else had touched the steamed dumplings except me."

Liang Yanzhang looked furious. "He said Madam Liang ordered him to take the laxative?"

"No," Liang Jing denied. "He took the laxative himself and accidentally mixed it into the tray of steamed dumplings that Sister Fang bought. His stool test did show laxatives. I consulted a doctor, and the laxative isn't a big deal, and the dose you accidentally ingested wasn't much."

Liang Jing's words were the absolute authority in the Liang family, and with that final word, Ji Xilan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, I've tested the antihypertensive drugs. Is everything okay?" Liang Jishen poured a cup of tea for Liang Jing.

Liang Jing said confidently, "No problem."

"When I worked at the Municipal Procuratorate, my professional habit was to dig up details. There's a reconnaissance method. It involves extracting all possible fingerprints within the critical range of physical evidence. I believe you're familiar with it." Liang Jishen smiled. "Is that right, brother?"

Liang Jing did not express his opinion.

Liang Jishen continued, "The blood pressure medication is in the drawer of the bedside table in the master bedroom. Usually, only three people go in and out of the master bedroom: Father, Mother, and Sister Fang." He continued to smile, "Aunt Yao, Second Brother, right?"

Yao Wenjie's eyebrows twitched.

Liang Jishen's smile grew wider, almost creepy. "While I was in the hospital, I arranged for Cheng Xun to come back and extract fingerprints from the master bedroom door lock and drawer armrests. I sent them to the judicial department for testing, and the results are here." He picked up the briefcase on the corner of the sofa and took out the file bag. Sure enough, there was a seal from the judicial department on the seal.

"I haven't read the report. After all, the third room is a suspect. Once I open it, it will lose its meaning. Today, my eldest brother is at home, so he will open it. It will be fair and just."

Liang Jing tore open the file bag without saying a word, pulled out the letter, glanced at Yao Wenjie, and then stuffed it back into the bag, placing it on the coffee table with neither too much nor too little force.

Liang Jishen remained calm and composed. "I analyzed that the original contents of the bottle were not blood pressure medication, but health-care medication. This medication was ineffective in reducing my father's blood pressure, leading to a relapse of hypertension and hospitalization. The other party then secretly replaced the blood pressure medication and wore gloves, so there were no fingerprints on the bottle."

Liang Jishen was extremely decisive. He was neither hurried nor slow, and kept his composure, leading the way step by step to Yao Wenjie.

"After Dad was hospitalized, Mom stayed by his side every step of the way. She didn't have a chance to change the dressings. Aunt Yao, what do you think?"

Yao Wenjie narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip silently.

"Wen Ji?" Liang Yanzhang was stunned and reached out to take the forensic report.

Liang Jishen held his hand and looked at Yao Wenji, "Aunt Yao, I know you didn't mean it. Do you have anything to explain?"

Ji Xilan burst into tears, "I'm wronged... It's Sister Wen Ji! Yan Zhang, you wronged me!"

Liang Yanzhang frowned and looked very serious.

Ji Xilan's collapsed cries echoed in the living room.

Liang Chihui's shirt sleeves were rolled up, and he casually straightened them out, his sinister eyes passing over Liang Jishen.

The test report in the file bag is 100% blank.

Old Zheng stayed at the old house and didn't see Cheng Xun come back this week.

This move was performed beautifully and thrillingly.

The purpose is to collapse the second wife's psychological defenses.

No matter how smart Yao Wenjie was, she was still a woman after all. Women were not as adventurous and courageous as men. Liang Jishen calculated that she was guilty and conservative.

It is better to confess voluntarily, at least there is still room for improvement.