Liu Changqing saw that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for Lu Zhiwei.

He crept up to her and asked, "Should we take her back to the police station first and wait until the evidence is conclusive before making a conclusion?"

Lu Zhiwei crossed her arms and smiled sweetly: "No need. Madam Shen is eloquent, and I am ashamed to admit that I am no match for her. Rather than arguing with words, I would rather let the evidence speak for itself."

"Captain Liu, if I produce evidence proving that Jiang Jingyu and Lin Haotian conspired to harm me, will that allow them to convict me and also add a charge of defamation to Jiang Jingyu's record?"

“Of course.” Liu Changqing looked intently at Lu Zhiwei.

He had worked with Lu Zhiwei for many years and trusted her ability to handle things. He believed that Lu Zhiwei would not put herself in a passive situation without absolute certainty.

Lin Haotian remained silent, his heart filled with unease and hesitation.

He had already guessed that it was Lu Zhiwei, that cunning woman, who deliberately had the ropes loosened to let him out of the basement.

Her strategy of using a long line to catch a big fish was brilliant; I was outmaneuvered and fell into her trap.

But as long as he keeps quiet, he can simply go to the police station and be interrogated again. If the police have no evidence, they will naturally release him.

Little did anyone know that Jiang Jingyu would escalate the situation further.

If Lu Zhiwei really finds something to use against her, she will be charged with defamation.

"Bring the witness here." Lu Zhiwei glared coldly at Jiang Jingyu, her red lips glistening.

Immediately afterwards, a man was brought in from outside the mourning hall.

Lin Haotian's expression changed drastically the moment he saw the man.

During the three days that Lu Zhiwei was pretending to be a ghost, she was not idle at all; she was constantly collecting evidence that could directly convict Jiang Jingyu.

This person is one of the key witnesses.

It was the staff member who helped Lin Haotian burn down the art museum that day.

"This person is Zhang He. He was the staff member who greeted us at the art museum that day. Mr. Shen can testify to that," Lu Zhiwei introduced the man's identity.

Zhang He stood in the center of attention, his hands clenched tightly, extremely nervous: "Two days after receiving Miss Lu's message about booking tickets, Boss Lin came to tell me that I should go to the art museum alone on Saturday."

All my other colleagues are on holiday.

Mr. Lin suddenly demanded that the museum close, asking me to take all the paintings down and clean them, saying he wanted to properly entertain Miss Lu.

"Yes, Lin Haotian treated you with the highest level of hospitality out of kindness, and you're wrong? You set fire to the art museum yourself, and Mr. Lin hasn't even made you compensate for the losses yet."

Jiang Jingyu seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation again.

Lu Zhiwei gave her a cold look: "Shut up!"

“I have two paintings here that I brought out of the fire that day. I escaped to the basement below the art museum and kept the two paintings as evidence in the basement.”

Lu Zhiwei ordered someone to bring up the two paintings she had kept.

Jiang Jingyu stared wide-eyed at Lin Haotian, and asked him in a low voice, "Didn't you say they were all burned? How come there are still paintings left?"

"I don't know either." Lin Haotian bit his lip, his face pale, completely panicked.

He stayed in the basement for so many days and had no idea that Lu Zhiwei had hidden two more paintings.

If all the evidence had been burned, there would be no way to verify it, but she left two copies.

This is really the end.

"This painting was specially treated with a layer of white phosphorus powder on it. At the time, the nails on the wall had embedded wires that were electrified. When the nails reached a temperature of over 40 degrees Celsius, the painting, which was covered with white phosphorus powder, would spontaneously combust from the location of the nails."

I managed to salvage these two paintings because their different thicknesses made them less flammable, and I was fortunate enough to keep them.

Lu Zhiwei spoke eloquently and fluently.

Tell everyone the truth about the art museum fire.

"Such a sophisticated method of committing a crime must have been devised by someone with a background in chemistry, right?" one of the guests remarked.

“That’s right, Mr. Lin graduated with a degree in chemistry. You can easily verify his degree by checking his alma mater.” Lu Zhiwei blurted out, following the guest’s words.

Everyone stared in disbelief: "It really is true."

"Lu Zhiwei, stop trying to be mysterious. What makes you think these paintings came from an art museum? How can you prove they weren't just two paintings you randomly picked up? Are you trying to make this a real show?"

Jiang Jingyu is still checking and patching up the loopholes left by Lin Haotian.

Unfortunately, Lu Zhiwei was prepared.

"Although Mr. Lin loves money, he is also a conscientious boss. All the paintings in the museum are genuine and he never fakes them. Moreover, the list of exhibited paintings is registered and published on the museum's official WeChat account."

The two paintings I have are the works exhibited at the art museum on Saturday. They match the list. These two works are the last of Master Qin Ming's works. There can't possibly be a third one. Even if someone wanted to make a copy, a professional could easily find out.

I stand by and take full legal responsibility for everything I say today.

“Even in paintings in art museums, you had someone put those white phosphorus particles there. Of course, if you’re going to put on a show, you have to go all the way.” Jiang Jingyu still wouldn’t give up.

"The person Lin Haotian hired to process these paintings was his classmate from the chemistry department. He paid a high price to have white phosphorus added to these paintings. I have Lin Haotian's transfer transaction records here."

His classmate initially didn't know that he was altering the paintings to harm people. News of the art museum fire spread quickly, and his classmate fled the country overnight. He has since been apprehended by Interpol and has confessed to his crimes…

Lu Zhiwei's words were clear and logical, and every sentence was watertight.

No matter how much Jiang Jingyu tried to argue, she couldn't find anything to say.

She stared intently at Lin Haotian, gritting her teeth and muttering to herself: "You're more trouble than you're worth!"

"I did it, I'll take full responsibility. Take me back." Lin Haotian knew that his actions had been completely exposed and there was no room for maneuver.

As agreed, he stepped forward to take the blame for Jiang Jingyu.

Lu Zhiwei's most hated person is Jiang Jingyu.

She went to great lengths to plan this day; it's the person she truly wants revenge on.

That's Jiang Jingyu.

"Don't rush to take the blame. You don't need to fight over going to jail. Just go in together." Lu Zhiwei took out a cell phone from her body.

She connected her phone to the projector inside the funeral hall.

Everyone turned their attention back to the screen.

The above is a WeChat chat history between Lin Haotian and Jiang Jingyu.

[Lin Haotian, I need your help. Lu Zhiwei is coming to the art museum this Saturday. Please get rid of her for me. She's a major threat to me. Only if she's dead can I regain custody of An'an.]

...

Jingyu, don't worry, leave everything to me.

The record directly confirmed Jiang Jingyu's crimes one by one.

Lin Haotian then realized what was happening.

That day in the basement, Lu Zhiwei took his phone from his pocket.

So that's where they were waiting for him.

But he clearly deleted the chat history!

Jiang Jingyu fell heavily back to the ground, her face pale.

Even if she is eloquent and says that these screenshots are photoshopped.

But the police station has plenty of people who can distinguish between real and fake.

Whether it's true or false, she knows best in her heart.

It's over... she's completely finished!