He tiptoed quietly to the glass door of the office and looked inside. He saw a figure hunched on the ground, putting paper money into an iron basin, muttering something.

"Jiao! It's all over, just relax, let it go. It's been so many years, why don't you rest in peace? Don't come up again.

I beg you, don't look for me. I have finally recovered from the pain these years."

Xu Yao walked closer and saw that it was Tang Hai squatting on the ground. Now the whole office is filled with a thick layer of smoke. Next to the iron basin, there are two red candles and a bunch of incense.

In front is a whole chicken, two bowls of apples, and three glasses of wine.

It was obvious that this was a small ritual. But Xu Yao was still a little shocked. Tang Hai, as a group manager with higher education, actually believed in such superstition.

Xu Yao pushed open the glass door unceremoniously and walked straight in. After hearing the footsteps, Tang Hai looked back, his face extremely flustered. He quickly stood up from the ground and stammered to greet him,

"Xu... Captain, why did you come here without saying hello? Did you come to see me specially?"

Tang Hai said as he ran to the table, picked up a cup of water, and poured it all into the iron basin. The flames went out immediately, but the ashes of the burnt paper were still floating in the air.

Xu Yao pretended not to see it, and sat down on the sofa naturally, looking up and said: "Manager Tang, I came to you today specifically about Chen Xinhua. You should also know that he died last night, and it was confirmed that he was murdered."

Before Xu Yao finished speaking, Tang Hai interrupted, "This is none of my business, I didn't kill him, I don't know anything!"

Xu Yao looked up at Tang Hai rubbing his hands nervously, and resistance was written all over his body.

"Manager Tang, don't be nervous, you just need to tell me truthfully what you were doing between 9 and 11 o'clock on the night of the incident?

In addition, where were you and what were you doing between 10 and 12 o'clock two days ago?

Tang Hai fell into thought, "Captain Xu, didn't you ask me last night?"

"Oh, really? Then you might as well say it again." Xu Yao said deliberately.

Tang Hai held his hands together and said, "My life is very regular. Two days ago, from 10 am to 12 pm, I should have been in the office. My assistant and other colleagues in the office can testify to this time.

I have developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, so I go to bed on time at 10 pm.

At this time, I have been in my bedroom and have never come out, and of course no one will come to testify.

There is indeed no surveillance in the villa, but this building The villa has many exits and is equipped with surveillance cameras. If you don't believe it, you can investigate it."

Xu Yao carefully observed Tang Hai. When he said this, his tone was very stable and his movements were very calm. "Okay. We police will investigate the authenticity of your confession."

Xu Yao suddenly asked again, "Manager Tang, how is your relationship with Chen Xinhua?"

He answered very quickly, "Very good."

Just three simple words, obviously wanting to get to the final topic.

Xu Yao didn't plan to ask any more questions, but raised his head and looked around the office, and finally locked his eyes on the iron basin on the ground.

Xu Yao pretended to ask unintentionally, "What are you doing?"

Tang Hai rubbed his hands and replied unnaturally, "Oh. Nothing, today is my mother's death anniversary, and I want to show my filial piety."

Xu Yao didn't need to look closely, he immediately knew that he was lying, he walked quickly to the iron basin, squatted down, picked up the unburned paper in the basin, wrapped it with white paper and wrote some words in calligraphy, with three words left on it: "Jiao Qin Qi".

"Tang Hai, I have checked your information. There is no "jiao" in your mother's name, but there is a "jiao" in your wife's name.

Do you think you can lie to an experienced criminal policeman and not be found out?!"

Xu Yao said while shooting a cold look at him. Tang Hai really hunched his back and shrank back, pinching his fingers unnaturally.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Captain Xu. I didn't mean to lie."

"So, these offerings are all burned for your wife Chen Lijiao, right?" Xu Yao asked.

Tang Hai said nothing, just nodded silently.

Xu Yao was puzzled, "That's strange. According to my investigation, your wife has only been missing for many years and has not been confirmed dead. How do you know that she is no longer alive? And you even burned paper for her.

So, you already knew that your wife was dead, right? Are you involved in the murder of your wife?" Xu Yao deliberately exaggerated the facts.

Tang Hai was frightened and sat paralyzed on the sofa, saying pitifully: "No, it's not like that, comrade police officer. In fact, I just know that my wife's whereabouts are unknown. But so many years have passed, she has not shown up, and I... I heard her voice yesterday."

Xu Yao raised his head in confusion and looked at Tang Hai.

Tang Hai continued in a panic, "You were also at the scene. Last night during dinner, Zhang Guan's family played music on the phonograph, and suddenly a ghostly voice came out of the phonograph. You should have heard it clearly.

As soon as the voice came out, I recognized it. It sounded very similar to my wife's voice. Didn't you hear what was said in the recording? She came up from the underworld and wanted to kill everyone in the Chen family."

As Tang Haiyue spoke, her eyes widened with fear on her face, and her speech became incoherent. It was obvious that she was overly frightened. "

"So what you mean is that Chen Xinhua was killed by your wife's ghost." Xu Yao said as he handed over the photos of Chen Xinhua's death case.

"Tang Hai, look, is this room where Chen Xinhua died familiar to you?"

Tang Hai took the photo with shaking hands, and the more he looked at it, the more his hands shook.

"I have a very deep impression of this room. It was the room where my daughter used to practice calligraphy. She also hanged herself in this room."

Xu Yao continued to ask, "How can you be so sure that Chen Xinhua was killed by your wife's ghost? Why did she kill her own brother?

How deep is the hatred?"