"Has your son been to any unusual places recently? Or come into contact with anything strange?"
The old lady looked around and shook her head:
"No, he's just an ordinary office worker. He goes to work and then goes home. There's nothing special about him."
Jiang Muyao nodded, but her eyes passed over the old lady and her tone was light:
"Old lady, is your son here? Let him come out and talk.
I want to ask you a question, but you have to go and see him. It's too much trouble."
The old lady was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Jiang Muyao to point it out directly.
The picture suddenly moved, and a man's figure appeared on the screen.
The man looked to be in his thirties, but he looked so haggard that he looked ten years older, with dark bags under his eyes and a pale face.
(Holy crap! This guy looks like he's been drained of his yang energy!)
(This isn't being haunted by a female ghost; this is being drained by a female ghost!)
(No wonder the old lady typed so fluently just now; it turns out her son was behind the scenes.)
The man forced a smile: "Master Jiang, hello!"
"You were the one who just sent the rocket and the barrage, right?"
"You want me to help you catch ghosts, but you don't want me to expose your affairs, right?"
The man's smile froze on his face.
"There is evil between your eyebrows. You have made some ill-gotten gains recently."
"Furthermore, you have dark eye bags and a dark forehead, which clearly indicates that you have been eroded by Yin Qi for a long time. This wealth must have come from someone who was not clean."
The man's face was pale, and his voice was filled with tears:
"Master Jiang, save me! I...I really didn't mean it."
Jiang Muyao ignored his explanation and continued to ask:
"Do you know that female ghost?"
The man raised his head suddenly, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes:
"No...I don't know her! How could I possibly know a female ghost?"
"You don't know her? Then why did she choose to haunt you? Moreover, her grudge is so strong, it's obvious that she has a deep hatred."
The man lowered his head and said weakly: "I...I don't know..."
Jiang Muyao's voice was oppressive:
"Don't know? Then let me help you recall how your wife died."
The man trembled all over, and his voice was filled with tears:
"It was an accident. She slipped and hit her head at home..."
"Really? Then why did you buy a large insurance policy for your wife before she died?"
"The beneficiary or yourself?"
The man's expression changed completely: "How...how do you know?"
"Not only do I know this, I also know that your wife's death was not an accident at all, but was designed by you."
"You deliberately tampered with the house to cause her to slip and fall, then acted innocent and obtained the insurance money by fraud."
The man collapsed on the ground, his voice filled with tears:
"I...I really didn't mean it! I just...I'm just short of money..."
"Lack of money? So you can kill your wife?"
"Do you know how miserable she is? She has so much resentment!"
The man trembled all over: "I...I really know I was wrong! Please let me go! Shuzhen, please let me go!"
Jiang Muyao sneered: "I can't catch any ghosts, but I can report it to the police for you."
(Master Jiang is amazing, he can even calculate murdering one’s wife to defraud insurance!)
(This guy is such a scumbag, if he needs money, go make it!)
Jiang Muyao suddenly zoomed in on the background image behind the man.
The mirror swept across the cupboard in his living room, and under a golden statue of the God of Wealth was a yellowed insurance policy.
"You are quite filial. Not only did you buy insurance for your wife, you also bought an accident insurance for the old lady, and you are the beneficiary."
The old lady at the side suddenly screamed: "You are talking nonsense! My son is the most filial!"
"Yeah, I didn't say I was unfilial. Didn't I buy insurance for you?"
"Oh~ I forgot to mention, the one under his bed in his bedroom, I wonder if it's also a tool for him to show his filial piety."
The man suddenly convulsed all over, his eyes turned white, and an inhuman roar came from his throat.
The screen image is strangely distorted...
A female ghost in red appeared behind him, with a bulging belly and black blood dripping from her fingertips.
"I hate you. We've been married for so many years, and you actually attacked me. You even didn't let your own child go..."
Jiang Muyao sighed: "Your wife was more than two months pregnant when she died. One body and two lives. This is the real reason why she turned into a ghost."
The man hissed, "I didn't know she was pregnant!"
"That night when she was struggling she told me... to let her go."
"But it's come to that... I can't give up!"
The barrage of comments filled the screen with rage:
(You beast! You don't even spare your own flesh and blood...)
(I suggest the ghost girl throw him into the oil pan and fry him twice!)
Jiang Muyao turned to the old lady huddled aside:
"The jade bracelet you wear on your right hand was bought with your daughter-in-law's insurance money, right?"
The old lady hurriedly covered her wrist, but the scratches on her wrist were exposed.
"That night, you were helping out, but you were scratched by your daughter-in-law."
Jiang Muyao raised her hand and waved lightly, and the female ghost suddenly pounced on the old lady:
"Do you think she only hates your son?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm not guilty of instigating my son to commit insurance fraud!"
(The old lady turned out to be the mastermind...)
(You will suffer the consequences!)
(Some people are born bad...)
The people in the live broadcast room watched the mother and son being tortured by the female ghost until the police arrived and disconnected the connection.
After Jiang Muyao disconnected, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared to the top of the list.
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