Chapter 72: The same ghost who killed my mother
The red scarf in Qiuyue's hand was like a ball of restless flame, beating in Xu Yao's heart.
The words of the street office director were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in her heart.
The red scarf, the lesbian, all these pointed to one person - Lin Wan.
The next day, Xu Yao took the dye testing report of Han Yao Textile Factory to the street office to submit an application for the factory anniversary.
In the office, a woman had her back to her, a bright red scarf hanging from her shoulders like a winding poisonous snake.
"Comrade Lin, this is..." Xu Yao spoke cautiously.
The woman turned around suddenly, her scarf fluttering, revealing a delicate but mean face.
"The dye testing report of Hanyao Textile Factory?" She snatched the document and slammed it heavily on the table, making a harsh sound.
"Comrade Xue Han's fiancée would never allow a black-hearted businessman to produce poisonous fabrics."
Xu Yao's heart tightened, and a chill ran up from the soles of her feet to her head.
Lin Wan took out a yellowed photo from the drawer. In the photo, the young Xue Han and a girl with pigtails were standing side by side at the gate of the military compound. The girl was none other than the young Lin Wan!
Xu Yao only felt a buzzing sound in her head, as if countless bees were buzzing in her ears.
This, what is going on?
At this moment, Aunt Wang from the supply and marketing cooperative rushed in, "Comrade Lin, what you said is wrong! The fabrics of the Xu family have been burned by my husband's family. They are strong and durable. How can they be poisonous fabrics!" Aunt Wang took out a box of matches and said, "If you don't believe me, light them!"
More and more people gathered around, and the office was packed inside and out.
Lin Wan's face turned pale and blue, and she clutched the scarf tightly, her knuckles turning white.
She pulled the scarf off, revealing a dark military reconnaissance badge on her collar.
There was an exclamation from the crowd.
The story is not over yet. Lin Wan appeared again at the market in the afternoon.
Her hair was disheveled, she was holding a piece of cloth in her hands, and she was crying.
"Brother Xue Han! Xu Yao used inferior products mixed with glue to deceive you! Look at this fabric, it will break if you pull it!"
Xue Han's face was as gloomy as water. He strode up to Lin Wan and crushed the "inspection cloth" at her feet with his military boots.
"Each piece of cloth has an inspection hole," he shook out the cloth, revealing the clear warp and weft. "Inspector Lin's 'poison cloth' and the smuggled goods seized at the dock all use the same batch of dyes." His slender fingers traced the unusually neat stitches. "These stitches look like defective products discarded by the textile factory."
The onlookers began to whisper and looked at Lin Wan with suspicion.
Aunt Wang suddenly squeezed out from the crowd, opened Lin Wan's bamboo basket, and revealed a stack of chemotherapy drug prescriptions underneath.
"Everyone, come and take a look! This ink is exactly the same as the Sun family account book!"
The director of the subdistrict office rushed over after hearing the news, and the scene was in chaos.
Xue Han had already pressed Lin Wan onto the bluestone slab. He held up the red scarf and said, "The scout number on your uniform should have been cancelled long ago as the army was restructured."
Lin Wan's wig slipped off, revealing a hideous gunshot scar on the back of her neck - exactly the same as Sun Zhiqiang's scar.
Sun's mother suddenly rushed out from the crowd and hugged Lin Wan, "Xiao Wan is my niece! You can't arrest her!"
The crowd was in an uproar again, with discussions rising one after another.
Xue Han's gaze fell on Lin Wan's scar, his eyes were deep and cold.
He spoke slowly, "Lin Wan, or rather..."
The autumn market is bustling with people, like a boiling pot. All kinds of hawking and bargaining sounds mixed together, making people's ears buzz.
Xu Yao stood in the crowd, looking at Lin Wan, whose hair was disheveled and crying, and sneered in her heart.
This woman is so dramatic!
"Brother Xue Han! Look, look at this cloth!" Lin Wan cried, holding a piece of rag in her hand, and pulled it hard. With a "hiss", the cloth broke.
Xue Han's face was as gloomy as water, and he strode up to Lin Wan.
His eyes were like ice holes in the dead of winter, so cold that it made people shiver.
He snatched the cloth from Lin Wan's hand without even looking at it, and crushed it hard with his boots.
With a "crack", the cloth was crushed to pieces.
"Each piece of cloth has an inspection hole. Inspector Lin's 'poison cloth' and the smuggled goods seized at the dock are made with the same batch of dyes." Xue Han's voice was not loud, but it was like a sharp knife, piercing through Lin Wan's carefully woven lies.
He shook open a piece of intact cloth, revealing the inspection hole of the lining. The clear warp and weft lines seemed to be silently mocking Lin Wan's clumsy performance.
"This stitching looks like a defective product discarded by a textile factory."
There was a commotion in the crowd, everyone was whispering, looking at Lin Wan with suspicion.
At this moment, Xu Yao's hand that was counting the cloth suddenly stopped.
She picked up a piece of defective cloth that had been swapped and found a familiar red scarf wrapped around it.
This red scarf is exactly the same as the one Lin Wan is wearing today!
"This red scarf..." Xu Yao took a breath and an ominous premonition came to her heart.
Before she could finish, Xue Han suddenly pressed her shoulders.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Your daughter's school uniform in your previous life..."
Xu Yao suddenly raised her head and looked at Xue Han in shock. How would he know?
Xue Han didn't give her too much time to think. He unfolded the defective fabric, pointed at the inspection hole of the lining, and said in a deep voice: "The thread used is also mixed with glue."
In an instant, Xu Yao felt as if she was struck by lightning and her whole body was numb.
Images from her past life flooded into her mind like a tide.
Daughter, school uniform, low-quality fabric… everything fits together!
Qiuyue seemed to have noticed something as well. She pointed at the reconnaissance badge on Lin Wan's shirt and screamed, "Same as the female ghost who killed my mother!" Her voice was sharp and trembling, full of fear.
As dusk fell, people in the market gradually dispersed.
Xue Han grabbed Xu Yao and pulled her into an abandoned warehouse.
"Lin Wan's red scarf..." Xue Han spread out a red scarf and handed it to Xu Yao, "Smell it."
Xu Yao trembled her nose and sniffed lightly.
A pungent smell of perfume hit my face, followed by a faint smell of disinfectant.
"It smells exactly like the disinfectant on your daughter's bed in your previous life." Xue Han's voice was low and hoarse, like a piece of sandpaper, causing Xu Yao's heart to ache.
Xu Yao's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She tried to hide the photo of Qiuyue's birthmark, but Xue Han held her fingertips.
"No one can touch my woman, Xue Han." Xue Han's breath was warm and heavy, brushing Xu Yao's earlobe, like a ball of fire, instantly igniting the fire in her heart.
The lights in the subdistrict office director's office were dim.
Under Lin Wan’s file photo, there was a yellowed graduation photo.
In the photo, Xu Yao’s daughter in her previous life was wearing a bachelor’s gown and had a bright and sunny smile.
However, behind this photo, there is a secret that is unknown to the public...
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