Chapter 180

Fu Weiru went to Xing Yao's place anyway. Before leaving, she borrowed some of Wang Hanshuang's clothes and even exchanged her phone with her.

Wang Hanshuang never asked questions that “shouldn’t be asked” and obediently handed over her clothes and mobile phone.

Fu Weiru disguised herself carefully, donning Wang Ma's lavender cotton coat, a black felt hat with a narrow brim, and a mask. Arriving at Xing Yao's house, she heard the creaking sound of a fan and choking sobs.

Liu Daixiao was struggling in the hut and was still alive.

That bastard Xing Yao is really good at torturing people—Fu Weiru thought so, but ignored it. She put on gloves and searched the house.

I didn't find what I was looking for, but I found Xing Yuping's old diary on the bookshelf in the study.

The diary that Xing Yao brought to recognize his father.

While resting on the sofa, I saw an exquisite box on the coffee table. I opened it and found a few small things inside, including a black velvet butterfly hairpin and an old mobile phone.

It's really dark under the lamp.

Xing Yao's murder memento box was displayed so brazenly. Presumably, it was so he could play with it anytime, savoring the thrill of the murder.

"Although they're not real father and son, they're just as perverted. This idiot just ran away and left these things behind. If they fall into the hands of the police, isn't that framing me?"

Fu Weiru cursed.

She took away the hairpin, old cell phone, and Xing Yuping's diary.

The other objects in the box, where they came from, who they belonged to, and whether they also represented the lives taken by Xing Yao... had nothing to do with her.

She left without looking back, and didn't care about Liu Daixiao who was struggling to death in the hut.

I didn't come here to help collect Xing Yao's body, nor to save Liu Daixiao.

It was just to take away the evidence of Xing Yao's previous murder. These things were related to the Qiu Yue case, the Zangmo base, and her, Fu Weiru.

As for Liu Daixiao, she was someone Xing Yao met after leaving the base, so she couldn't be implicated. Saving her would be troublesome. Just let her die slowly.

After leaving Xing Yao's house, Fu Weiru drove the Volkswagen borrowed from Lu Dun, following Xing Yao's route and heading towards Lan Zhou.

Wang Hanshuang was left alone at home, holding the phone she had exchanged with Fu Weiru, thinking about it. She opened WeChat and found that Fu Weiru had deleted the chat history with Xing Yao.

Wang Hanshuang searched for guides online and downloaded data recovery software before she was able to retrieve the conversation about "helping to collect the bodies."

Wang Hanshuang was horrified and hurried to Xing Yao's house, wondering if she could still save Liu Daixiao.

I saw several police cars rushing to the downstairs of Xing Yao's house.

She stood aside and watched. Not long after, an ambulance arrived. Liu Daixiao was carried downstairs on a stretcher. His face was uncovered, and he was still alive.

Wang Hanshuang held her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Fu Weiru arrived at Lanzhou and followed Xing Yao all the way, watching him tie Song Zhou up and take him to the Qingde Auto Repair Shop.

He was badly beaten by Song Zhou and almost crippled.

After Song Zhou and others evacuated the workshop, Fu Weiru, who had been hiding outside, came in, picked up the remote control, and sent Xing Yao to death.

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"Qiu Song, I know that as long as I tell you that I was the one who blew up Xing Yao, you will think of me and help me avoid the police. I'm sorry for taking advantage of your kindness and deceiving you." Wang Hanshuang said apologetically.

Song Zhou in the back seat said nothing.

Wang Hanshuang glanced back and saw Song Zhou sleeping with his lips pursed, looking sulky, his curly hair disheveled, looking rather adorable.