Chapter 182

Lu Dun and Fu Weiru don't trust anyone easily, but they believe in people's greed.

Wang Hanshuang often showed a greedy look of money in front of them, which made them feel at ease.

When she heard Fu Weiru's offer, she immediately said in an overjoyed tone, "Don't worry, Madam. I'll go find it for you."

Fu Weiru was obviously relieved: "Well, you pretend to be me, contact the housekeeping company, and hire a short-term nanny..." She quickly said a plan, obviously she had thought of it long ago.

Finally, he said, "Don't take the high-speed rail or a ride-hailing app. Just hail a taxi on the street."

Wang Hanshuang said obediently, "Yes, ma'am."

Wang Hanshuang dared not disobey Fu Weiru's arrangements.

Because when she cleaned the house before, she had already discovered that there were many "eyes" of Lu Dun hidden in the house, monitoring the slightest movement in the house. If she didn't do it, she would be exposed immediately.

When the short-term nanny arrived at the house, Wang Hanshuang had already changed into Fu Weiru's dark green cashmere coat, tied up her hair in an elegant style, and put on pearl earrings, pretending to be the "lady" of this family.

Wang Hanshuang didn't say much to the nanny, only saying that she had to go out and asked her to look after the house. Then she drove away in Fu Weiru's BMW.

In the eyes of the short-term nanny, "Madam" had just left home that day. She had unknowingly become part of this time scam.

Wang Hanshuang went to Lanzhou and met with Fu Weiru.

Fu Weiru was really surprised when she saw Wang Ma dressed up like her and the BMW driven by Wang Ma.

She looked at Wang Hanshuang with unfamiliar eyes: "Auntie Wang, can you drive?"

Wang Hanshuang laughed: "In the early years, in order to make a living, I even worked as a freight driver for two years!"

Fu Weiru asked suspiciously, "Why haven't I heard you mention it?"

Wang Hanshuang said nonchalantly, "I want to tell you the old trivia of the poor. Madam, do you like it? Come on, let's change our clothes."

The two exchanged clothes, cell phones and vehicles, returning to their respective appearances.

As Wang Ma returned to her simple self, Fu Weiru's doubts disappeared.

Wang Hanshuang vowed, "Don't worry, Madam. I will find the remote control and burn it somewhere."

Fu Weiru held her hand and said, "Thanks to you, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

Under his face, he was moved, but a hint of cunning could not be hidden well——

She had disguised herself as Wang Hanshuang and traveled from Qi'an to Lanzhou to kill Xing Yao. There were so many surveillance cameras along the way, and every step of the way, all that was captured was the shadow of "Wang Hanshuang," not her, Fu Weiru.

They even exchanged cell phones. Even if the police used cell phone signal tracking technology, they would still be able to track down "Wang Hanshuang."

As for the remote control, even if it fell into the hands of the police, even if there were my fingerprints, it would be a single piece of evidence and I couldn't conclude the case...

Wang Hanshuang saw through Fu Weiru's plan clearly.

The two waved goodbye, and Fu Weiru drove the BMW with peace of mind and checked into the hotel, pretending that she had just arrived that day.

Wang Hanshuang carried her black travel bag and opened the door of the Volkswagen.

I didn't drive away in a hurry, but searched carefully first.

In the gap between the seat and the car door, I saw the remote control stuck inside.

She doubled over with laughter. Fu Weiru was completely convinced she'd dropped the remote at the scene. For two days and two nights, she hadn't even thought to look for it in the car. She was completely panicked.

Wang Hanshuang hooked out the remote control with wire and put it directly into a sealed bag that had been prepared long ago without touching it with her hands.

…

Wang Hanshuang reached out, picked up a sealed bag from her travel bag, and waved it towards the back seat:

"Here's the stuff. Qiu Song, when you're done, you can give it to the police. Maybe it can help you atone for some of the crime."

Song Zhou didn't respond, and his breathing sounded a little uneven.

Wang Hanshuang said worriedly, "Could it be that they injected too much anesthesia..."