Chapter 15 We've found it!
Despite the celebratory banquet hosted by Inspector Mok, the investigation continued. The source of the poison found in Chan Chiu-sing's drink at the time of his suicide has been confirmed, but the identity of the buyer remains unknown.
The feng shui master who altered the feng shui of this mansion has lost his former glory. After all, the outside world knows about his connection with the Sheng family. Putting aside other explosive news about the Sheng family for now, the deaths of Sheng Wenchang and Qin Lizhu in a plane crash alone could not possibly preserve Master Gan's wealth and status.
When the police met the master, he was pacing around his dilapidated apartment, pretending to hold a compass.
Until Uncle Li could no longer bear it, he let out a loud shout, and the compass fell to the ground, leaving Master Gan frozen in place.
During the subsequent interrogation, he quickly confessed. Everything was arranged by Miss Sheng, and he was merely following orders for money.
More importantly, there is Sheng Peishan's medical record.
The wealthy family erased her medical records in Hong Kong, but immigration records cannot be easily altered. After the major car accident, Miss Sheng chartered a plane to go abroad and only returned quietly several months later. Comparing this record with Li Fa's registration time in the property register, it is clear that the timelines completely overlap.
When the officers from the Major Crimes Unit B returned to the Sheng family home, Sheng Peishan was still sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, her long dress covering the floor, her expression calm.
“Ms. Sheng Peishan,” Mo Zhenbang said, brandishing the search warrant, “we need to search your residence again.”
“I will not answer any questions until my lawyer arrives.”
Even when she said such strong words, Miss Sheng's voice remained gentle.
The servants whispered among themselves.
After the passing of Old Master Sheng and Second Wife, undercurrents stirred within the Sheng family. It was as if the Old Master had foreseen this calamity, establishing a rule before his death that his will not be read until after the 100th day of mourning. Now, that day is approaching, but the Sheng family is no longer the same as it once was.
Butler Cui and the other servants dared not ask any more questions, and simply stood there with worried expressions.
If even the second young lady gets into trouble, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this high-paying job.
...
Uncle Li, along with Zhu Qing and Hao Zai, pushed open Sheng Peishan's door.
In fact, after Chen Chaosheng "committed suicide out of fear of punishment," the room was searched inside and out.
But now, the police have made a new discovery.
There wasn't a trace of Chen Chaosheng living in the house. Rumors circulated that the second young lady of the Sheng family and her second son-in-law were a perfect couple, as intimate as conjoined twins, but after Chen Chaosheng's death, all his clothes and personal belongings were cleared out and thrown away.
“What’s the big deal?” Haozai said. “Being betrayed and then angrily trying to erase all traces of her second son-in-law’s existence is understandable.”
Aunt Liu is Miss Sheng's personal maid.
Working in a wealthy family, the most important thing is to keep your mouth shut. She kept her head down, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers.
"How much does the Sheng family pay you?" Uncle Li tapped on the dressing table in the bedroom. "Does that include hush money?"
Aunt Liu's lips trembled a few times, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and after a long while she finally spoke as if she had made up her mind.
"I came after the second young lady had her car accident."
Aunt Liu told the police that getting this job wasn't so simple.
Domestic helpers must have a clean background and pass multiple screenings, with their documents confiscated. There can be no familial relationship between domestic helpers, let alone romantic relationships, simply to prevent them from secretly colluding.
"This is a rule set by the master. Many wealthy families do it this way to keep an eye on us."
"Back then, the second young lady often smashed things, so the master told us to put away all the fragile items in her room."
“All the mirrors and reflective objects in the house that could be removed were taken down. Miss Sheng can’t stand looking at her own legs.”
“The second son-in-law read the newspaper to the second daughter at her bedside for more than an hour... I heard that the master also felt that he could trust her after this incident, and gradually let her into the company.”
Zhu Qing: "Has Sheng Peirong come to visit?"
"certainly."
Just as they said, the two Sheng sisters had a very good relationship. Sheng Peirong seemed to have a calming power; the younger sister listened to her older sister the most, and as long as she was around, Sheng Peishan would obediently drink the whole bowl of medicine.
“Miss Sheng came less and less…” Aunt Liu said. “Later I found out that it was false that everyone said she lived in Shek O. She was actually living in the Canoan Sanatorium at the time.”
Despite being shrouded in gloom, Sheng Peishan did not give up and slowly emerged from the shadows.
A few years later, the family finally had a joyous occasion: Shengfang was born.
"We have signed a confidentiality agreement and cannot publicize the existence of the young master."
"Anyway, the child is still young, so we can keep it a secret. When he gets a little older, the master will hold a banquet with a hundred tables at the Peninsula Hotel to introduce the young master to everyone."
"The second young lady told me it was because of her niece's matter back then..."
At this point, Aunt Liu said indignantly, "But what's the use? With so many things happening in the family now, the paparazzi are practically sticking their telephoto lenses into the young master's room!"
Yesterday, paparazzi were spotted at the three o'clock position in the children's room of the young master of the Sheng family.
And today, his news has appeared on the front page.
Aunt Liu handed the newspaper to several police officers.
With a "whoosh," Uncle Li shook the newspaper in his hand. Today's front page headline was a large but blurry candid photo of the young master of the Sheng family.
The headlines are accompanied by sensational titles.
He raised an eyebrow: "There's even a family tree, it's more melodramatic than a Cantonese movie."
"Hide the newspaper," Zhu Qing said. "Don't let Sheng Fang see it."
"It's too late..." Aunt Liu said helplessly, "I saw him taking the newspaper back to his room this morning."
...
A three-and-a-half-year-old child should be cherished and protected, but in his blossoming world, there is only the empty corridor of the villa's third floor, the silent back of the bodyguard, and the Filipino maid Marissa who talks incessantly but often cannot understand him.
Perhaps the little boy doesn't understand yet, but even if he makes the headlines, he won't cry or fuss; he'll just hold the crayon stub in his chubby little hands and doodle.
In that blurry photo—
Shengfang drew a crooked knight's sword on her left hand and added a magical shield to her right hand. Her eyes were like Ultraman's, sending out dynamic light waves.
"Beep beep beep..." Sheng Fang sent out "light waves" with a soft whisper, playing with himself.
These days, Shengfang always likes to curl up by the bay window.
He admired his own painting, held the chubby crayon in his mouth, and held the newspaper high, pressing it against the sealed glass window.
Zhu Qing's gaze followed the little figure's lonely back and suddenly fell on the line of English annotations below the character relationship diagram.
The inside of the deceased's ring was engraved with letters—
CS.
Police initially thought it was an abbreviation of Chen Chaosheng's name.
Chan chiu seng.
But it turns out that Sheng Peishan's English name is Cassandra.
Cassandra Sing.
...
No sooner had Sheng Peishan been brought back to the police station than Inspector Weng Zhaolin kicked open the office door of Mo Zhenbang.
When Mosaic made an emergency application and obtained the search warrant, everyone knew that this moment was bound to come.
The young officers had no idea how the negotiations were taking place in the office. They only heard a loud bang as the desk slammed shut, and everyone immediately gasped.
Uncle Li shook his head outside: "They've put their police IDs as collateral again."
This isn't the first time; every time Inspector Mok goes astray, he always uses resignation as leverage.
As Inspector Weng slammed the door and left, he was still seething with anger, so he abruptly turned around—
"Your wife and kids aren't eating? Should we apply for a medal of bravery for you?"
The investigation is still in full swing.
At 2 p.m., Haozai and Xiaosun rushed in, panting, clutching a stack of documents in their hands.
“Those certificates…we found them!” Hao-zai caught his breath. “Professor Cheng sponsored He Jia-er’s education in her early years!”
The air froze instantly.
If the notebook in Sheng Peirong's hand ten years ago really was given to her by He Jiaer... why?
In a daze, Zhu Qing seemed to hear He Jia'er's roommate muttering to herself.
She pondered, "To speak up for the weak..."
At that time, Ho Ka-yee was investigating the cause of death of Sheng Pei-rong and Professor Cheng's daughter!
Just then, Mo Sir's pager went off.
He picked up the microphone and called back; the informant's voice on the other end was hoarse and grating.
"The events of that year are unclear."
"Sheng Peirong and Cheng Zhaoqian's daughter... might not be dead at all."
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