Chapter 354 The Truth
Old Mrs. Sheng’s answer, of course, was that she had never heard of this person. He was just the son of a police chief. How could she possibly remember a child?
She looked at Sheng Huaian with regret, as if she was sighing at his choice to make an enemy of everyone for Jiang Zhiyue.
Even if the documents in Jiang Zhiyue's hands are eventually proven to be related to her, she can just let her confidants take the blame. Anyway, the lives and property of these people's descendants are firmly in her hands.
And that Jongin... was just a dead madman. Who would believe the words of a madman?
"You certainly won't remember a child back then, but that child remembers everything about you," Jiang Zhiyue said. "The following story shouldn't be told by me, because it's not just about my mother."
Who on earth let these random people into the celebration ceremony?
At this moment, all the members of the Sheng family cast their sharp eyes in the direction of Xiao Jingrun. He was still standing quietly beside Old Man Xiao, with the gentleness on his face unchanged.
The corners of his eyes slightly raised, outlining an extremely quiet and profound arc, and his gaze seemed to pass through the crowd and fall on Jiang Zhiyue.
Then, the line of sight slowly passed through where the girl was standing and headed towards the three-layered vermilion gate.
Someone slowly approached, pushing a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair. His face was as pale as paper and his lips were bloodless.
As he slowly entered the arena, the blood on his face seemed to return in an instant. He clutched the railings on both sides with both hands, a struggle flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to get up and rush forward.
A soft little hand fell on Zhong Ren and patted him gently. Zhong Ren suddenly looked at Old Lady Sheng. The bone-chilling hatred in his eyes was so strong that it seemed to penetrate the bone marrow, making people shudder.
It felt like being stared at by a monster from the abyss, wet, cold and sticky.
His face was distorted by extreme anger, almost beyond recognition.
"My father was the director of the New Myanmar State Police Department. He once went to study in North Sili State. He met many different kinds of people. In the field of criminal investigation, he was best at solving cases by unraveling the mystery."
"My father was able to rise through the ranks several times in just over a decade, all thanks to his abilities. However, he never expected that the skills he mastered would become the tool that killed him."
In just a few words, Zhong Ren didn't need to explain his identity, everyone understood, and they all looked at Mrs. Sheng at the same time.
It was really too dramatic. A few days ago, the news that the son of the former police chief had died was widely publicized, which made many people miss the good deeds that Chief Zhong did to benefit the local area when he was in office, and he won a good reputation.
Many people also came forward to tell their own stories, saying that the poorer the family, the more help they received from Director Zhong. They simply did not believe that Director Zhong had taken bribes or engaged in corruption, but their words did not carry weight because of their low status.
"I remember very clearly that my father had successfully cracked a major child trafficking case. The children hidden in the container were originally going to be sold abroad. The girls would be sent to clubs, the boys would be sold to the black market labor market, and the rest would be handed over to overseas black hospitals."
"The inside of the container was damp and smelly, which attracted the attention of patrol officers. Most of the children were unable to escape the torture in the confined space. Of the more than 50 children, only a dozen survived, and Jiang Wanrou was one of them."
Zhong Ren spoke clearly, at a moderate speed, and with a logically rigorous narrative, and he did not seem like a mentally ill person at all.
The entire wrist that was gripping the wheelchair railing was bulging with veins and covered with scars, and his face was ferocious. Old Mrs. Sheng's breathing became slightly tense, and she subconsciously dodged.
Upon seeing this, Sheng Hui immediately issued orders, demanding that the unidentified people be driven away immediately.
The presence of a person with a serious mental illness in a place where powerful people gather is really inappropriate and may bring potential danger.
"Let him finish his words." Another cold male voice came.
The Sheng family was met with a cold and gloomy light. Qin Si looked at them straight with an expressionless face.
Old Master Sheng took a few deep breaths and slowly looked at the person in the wheelchair.
Zhong Ren took a breath and said, "Jiang Wanrou at that time was not called Jiang Wanrou. She had no name and did not remember where she came from. The child trafficking case was being handled by my father's capable subordinate, whose surname was Jiang."
"Uncle Jiang saw that Jiang Wanrou was really pitiful, and that the orphanage in Xinmian Lanzhou was colluding with some black forces, so he and his newlywed wife thought of adopting her."
"Uncle Jiang is an orphan my father had sponsored. He wanted to continue my father's kindness, so he and his wife adopted Jiang Wanrou and renamed her."
"Back then, Jiang Wanrou had lost her memories. She was timid and afraid of light. She didn't want to see or talk to anyone all day long. She was wary and cautious of everything in the outside world."
"Uncle Jiang didn't know what she had been through. He found a doctor to treat her, but it only stimulated Jiang Wanrou's extreme behavior. She even hid under the bed for three days and three nights without eating."
"Uncle Jiang suspected that Jiang Wanrou had suffered psychological abuse after being abducted, so he and his wife could only raise Jiang Wanrou at home."
"When my father and I visited Uncle Jiang's house, we would always see Jiang Wanrou. She would hide on the stairs and watch us. I kept trying to play with her, and she gradually became familiar with me."
"I remember very clearly that from the first time I saw Jiang Wanrou, she didn't like to speak. But at the interstate reception in New Myanmar Land, where the directors general of various state departments were invited, I saw Jiang Wanrou's most abnormal side."
"The banquet was boring, so I sneaked out to play. I met Jiang Wanrou who was waiting for Uncle Jiang in the car. I took her to the fountain square outside the banquet hall and told her that if she threw a coin into the fountain, her wish would come true."
"The coin rolled out of her hand and fell not into the fountain but at the feet of a woman."
As Zhong Ren spoke, his voice became louder and more agitated, and he looked at Mrs. Sheng fiercely.
"I still remember the woman's face turning to ash, because when Jiang Wanrou picked up the coin and saw the woman for the first time, she couldn't help but scream."
"It was a scream. I could not have heard it wrong. Now that I think about it, it was a fear that went deep into my bones. Unfortunately, I only interpreted her reaction as fear of the noble lady."
"And you... witnessed Jiang Wanrou's reaction with your own eyes. It was at the fountain square outside the banquet. At the moment Jiang Wanrou screamed, you stepped back in your high heels and almost fell."
"Oh my God, I actually mistook what was happening in front of me as Jiang Wanrou's offense to you! I actually watched the most absurd scene unfold before my eyes. I witnessed the truth with my own eyes many years ago!!!"
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