Chapter 340 Empathy
What is valuable between people is sincerity.
The only moving weapon in this world is sincerity.
Jiang Zhiyue chose the day when Zhong Ren agreed to see her to tell him the truth. It was the right time.
The hatred in Zhong Ren's eyes, his anger, and his full of resentment became the basis for Jiang Zhiyue to take the risk and tell him the facts she guessed.
When hearing the news of the Wolong Village massacre and Chief Zhong's death in prison for the first time, most people would probably fall into a fixed mindset and intuitively believe that Chief Zhong was killed because he insisted on tracking down the murderer.
Because he offended someone he should not offend.
Jiang Zhiyue carefully read through all the criminal cases that Director Zhong had investigated and read the other party's resume dozens of times.
She caught a clue that was easily overlooked: when Director Zhong was in his early teens, he was assigned to the North Sili State National Police University to study for a period of time.
Mr. Sheng's original wife has always been low-key, and no photos of her before or after marriage have been exposed on the Internet. However, Sheng's father once said that Jiang Wanrou's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to those of his original wife.
Let's make a bold assumption that Director Zhong had met the original wife of the Sheng family during his research period. When investigating the Wolong Village tragedy, a certain detail made him doubt Jiang Wanrou's identity...
Then the speculation is reasonable.
Director Zhong is a top student in the history of logic. If he had followed the clues and conducted in-depth investigations, the truth would have been revealed long ago.
The answer lies in the details.
Jiang Zhiyue's decisive words were like a sharp sword, cutting off all the guesses in Zhong Ren's mind.
"Why did Director Zhong die? The answer to this question will be hidden in the celebration ceremony five days later. Mr. Zhong Ren, I don't force you to come forward in person to prove anything, but I have to solemnly remind you that when the murderer's son wears the medal that symbolizes supreme glory..."
Jiang Zhiyue paused, her eyes fixed on Zhong Ren. Her bright pupils were like burning sparks, with the potential to set the whole field ablaze.
This sentence cut off the last trace of doubt in Zhong Ren's heart!
"We will all fail."
......
Although this girl is very young, every word she says is deafening.
He did it for his father who died unjustly, and she did it for her mother who was displaced.
In just a few words, it was clear that Jongin could empathize.
His originally resentful mood suddenly calmed down, and every word of the girl lingered in his ears. As citizens of Brandenburg, it was well known that the celebration ceremony meant the transfer of power.
Each celebration ceremony lasts for a dozen years at the shortest and twenty to thirty years at the longest.
Brilliant lights lit up on the golden roof of the palace, indicating that the family that ruled over all the people of Brandenburg was about to have a new owner.
Sheng family! Sheng family!
Almost as soon as Jongin heard the name, he recalled memories from over thirty years ago.
How dare he forget!
What an abnormal scene after the banquet!
"I was the one who killed my father. I finally understand..."
Zhong Ren slowly raised his pale face, his cracked lips bleeding. He weakly scratched his dirty hair, tears and blood on his face, "It all makes sense. It must be because of my reminder that my father thought of Jiang Wanrou..."
"You're right! It must be like this! I said something I shouldn't have said!"
"It's me! I'm the one who killed my father! It's me! It's me, it's me!!!"
.....
The potion could not calm the man's excitement.
A shot of strong sedative couldn't stop Jongin from shaking and convulsing all over his body.
Jiang Zhiyue grabbed his shoulders, the determination in her eyes was so strong that it made people feel hot. "Lies can weave temporary beauty, but the truth is a bloody fact, a sharp knife that pierces people's hearts with blood."
"This knife not only pierced your body, but also pierced my mother and countless people like your father. Tell me what you saw. Tell me everything you saw."
"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, return this sharp blade to them personally."
“I…” Jongin looked directly into the girl’s eyes, his shoulders shaking violently. He raised his scarred hand and grabbed the girl’s wrist. “Banquet…”
He uttered two words.
Jiang Zhiyue asked anxiously, "What happened at the banquet?"
Just as Zhong Ren was about to speak, his body suddenly twitched, and the hand that was holding Jiang Zhiyue fell down limply.
His body seemed to be struck by a strong electric current. White foam came out of his mouth and the pupils of his eyes dilated at an alarming speed.
"Soldier, call a doctor! Call a doctor quickly!" Jiang Zhiyue called out urgently.
Jiang Zhiyue reminded Chu Junyue that certain psychiatric treatments would most likely cause irreversible damage to patients.
Unexpectedly, the people under her command increased the dosage on Zhong Ren. She quickly rolled up the man's sleeves and trouser legs, and his arms and calves were covered with dense needle holes and inconspicuous marks.
"You've been poisoned. Who was here just now?" Jiang Zhiyue's face changed. This was not just an injection of sedative, it was at least seven or eight injections, which was enough to take Zhong Ren's life.
The pinholes were hidden in inconspicuous places. The person who did the tampering was in too much of a hurry and forgot that the human body cannot withstand the dose of the medicine and the skin would be the first to show up in the form of purple and black cylindrical dots on the skin.
Zhong Ren's pupils continued to dilate. He didn't hear clearly what the girl said, and used his last bit of strength to grab Jiang Zhiyue's arm.
He believed her.
That's right, those people will not let him go, even if he doesn't fight for anything, doesn't rob anything, and even forgets the injustice his father suffered.
"I, don't, dare, forget..." He struggled to speak, "I, I never, ever... forget..."
"The party... is over... fountain pool, your mother and I are..."
Jongin tried hard to tell the girl everything he had witnessed, but when the words reached his lips, they spilled out as blood.
Jiang Zhiyue bit her lips tightly, her mouth was dry when she swallowed, and her mouth was full of the taste of blood. She must not fail in this last link.
The doctor was slow to arrive, so she took prompt action, pulled out the knife from her waist, and neatly cut through the bluish-black skin on the man's arm.
Red blood gushed out instantly, mixed with turbid white-gray liquid.
The bone-chilling pain penetrated Jongin's consciousness and forced him to open his eyes again.
"Survive."
A vague but firm voice told him, "Go to them alive and expose everything. Don't just tell me, but let millions of people know. Avenge your father and give your father justice."
“You, Jongin, will do it yourself.”
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