Chapter 277 Tombstone
The dirty thoughts in my heart were pulled out and criticized.
Louis was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Ye Lin with hatred, a hint of imperceptible pleasure flashed in his eyes,
Like a broken jar, Louis sneered and admitted his greed: "Oh, at first I wanted revenge, but your family has so much money that I forgot my original purpose."
"Angel, don't blame me. It's your family that has so much money. If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves!"
"I just made a mistake that any ordinary person would make. Believe me, facing a mountain of gold every day, no one can resist. Who wouldn't want to take the mountain of gold for themselves? I'm not wrong!"
Ye Lin didn't intend to hear any good words from him. He came here just to put an end to it all with his own hands.
After waiting patiently for Louis to finish farting, she raised her eyelids and glanced at him coldly, "Have you thought about Daniel?"
"I..." Louis obviously didn't expect Ye Lin to suddenly mention Daniel. His crazy expression froze instantly, his eyes flickered, as if he was struggling with something.
After a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind. His expression became twisted and ferocious, his eyes filled with madness. He sneered, "Him? I'm almost dead, and I still care about him? He's just an ungrateful wolf. Let him fend for himself."
There's absolutely no need to continue talking to this person.
Ye Lin closed his eyes tiredly, exhaled a breath of foul air, turned around and walked out of the basement. Before closing the door, he said one last word to Louis: "For Daniel's sake, I won't kill you. Just like the life you arranged for Xavier, you will live in poverty and pain for the rest of your life."
"What do you mean!"
Before Louis could finish his words, the iron door of the basement closed again, and darkness swept in again.
I heard the iron door closing.
Oakley yawned, strolled over from the adjacent rest area, and said lazily, "What? I'll go get him?"
The tone is very casual, as if they are not discussing a person, but asking you if you have eaten.
Ye Lin rolled his eyes at him and said, "Break his legs and throw him in front of the police station."
Oakley woke up completely from his nap and said in surprise, "Not killing him? When did you become so law-abiding?"
"Thank you. I have always been a law-abiding citizen."
"Ugh," Oakley bent down and made an exaggerated gesture, indicating that he was fooled by Ye Lin.
Oakley saw that Ye Lin was serious and didn't seem to be talking casually about Louis.
After regaining his feet, he kindly reminded him, "Brother, the police won't keep him there for long. Vivian didn't die, so a year or two would be too long."
"Besides, we don't have any evidence regarding your mother and grandfather, and we can't sue him. What do you want by just handing him over like this?"
Ye Lin pulled out a photo from his pocket and waved it at Oakley, "Who said I don't have evidence?"
Upon hearing this, Oakley quickly stepped forward and studied the photo in Ye Lin's hand. After seeing the content clearly, he blurted out without hesitation: "Isn't this just a hand? Who did you dismember?"
"Get lost! I'll give you a break."
Ye Lin snatched the photo back from Oakley's hand and pointed at a pattern of five ovals on the photo: "Don't you realize it's a flower?"
Oakley leaned forward again: "It does look a bit like it. What kind of flower is this?"
"Violet."
"What does Violet look like?"
Ye Lin… “Fancy.”
He was really wasting his time discussing flowers and plants with a rough guy. He gave up discussing with Oakley, put away the photos, and turned around to tell Ah Hui to leave.
Before leaving, he reminded Oakley again to take good care of Louis's leg, as it was in a state where it could not be reattached.
Vivian's painting was of a violet in full bloom.
In the morning, they were getting off the elevator at the hospital and happened to see someone carrying a flower basket entering the elevator. When they stepped aside to make way, Ye Lin accidentally caught a glimpse of the dazzling bunch of violets in the basket.
Slightly startled,
That was Irene's favorite bouquet, and her room was always filled with them, and eventually even the cemetery was filled with violets.
cemetery,
Ye Lin suddenly remembered what Simon had investigated. When Vivian came back from Hong Kong, the first thing she did after getting off the plane was to buy a bunch of violets and go to the cemetery.
Looking at the photo again with a comparative perspective, the answer is obvious: what Vivian painted on the palm of her hand is a blood-red violet.
Ah Hui was driving in front, and from time to time he would glance at Ye Lin who was resting with his eyes closed in the rearview mirror. He pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "Master, are we really going to dig up Madam's grave? That's not appropriate, is it?"
Ye Lin didn't even raise his eyelids and said slowly: "It's not digging up the grave, it's the flower bed in front of the grave. Don't say such harsh words."
Ah Hui still felt guilty: "But, but that's also a grave. That flower bed is Madam's back garden in the underworld. Let's dig it up for her. What if Madam comes looking for me in the middle of the night... I..."
Seeing that he was really scared, Ye Lin didn't want to embarrass him. He estimated the size of the flower bed in his mind and felt that he should be fine.
So, he confidently took the job and said, "What's the point of me bringing you out here? I'll dig it myself later. You stay aside and get in the way."
When they arrived at the cemetery, the two men kowtowed to Irene to apologize, and then began to demolish the house.
The first time in his life that Young Master Ye dug the ground was at his own mother's grave. Fortunately, this was the Fairburn family cemetery, so no one could discover his rebellious behavior.
Ah Hui stood under the shade of the tree and sighed repeatedly. His young master was different from ordinary people. Even when digging the ground, he would dig the king of the earth - a grave.
Maybe Ye Lin was not born to work.
He worked hard for an hour, sweating profusely. When he looked up, he found that he had just scraped off a scrap of the flower bed.
I raised my hands to cover my eyes, unable to believe this was real. When I opened my eyes again, the flower bed was still in the same mess.
"Heh." He laughed at himself.
The next second, Ye Lin quickly waved his hand and threw away the iron hoe he had been holding in his arms for an hour, then turned around and called out to his magic weapon: "Ah Hui, go ahead."
Ah Hui...
Professionals are different. Ah Hui is like an excavator. He leaves no flowers behind wherever he goes. In less than 20 minutes, he has destroyed the entire flower bed.
All the violets in the flower bed were lying on their backs, with nothing but leaves and soil.
"If it's not in the flower bed, then where would it be?" Ye Lin stood under the tree, looking through the messy flower bed, staring at the tombstone in front of him, and fell into a brief contemplation.
Suddenly, he flashed and squatted in front of Irene's tombstone with a thoughtful look.
He was wrong just now. Since Vivian left something behind, she must have hoped that someone would find it.
The flower bed is not a good place.
Things must be in places where they are easier to find.
In a place where anyone who comes to worship Irene may find it.
If Vivian hid something here, the people she hoped would discover it would be herself and Aunt Rebecca, or in other words, him.
Influenced by Chinese customs, every time Ye Lin came to worship Irene, in addition to bowing with Rebecca, he would also kneel down alone and kowtow to Irene several times.
This is the difference between Ye Lin and these Westerners.
Ye Lin tried to bend his knees and kneel again, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, replicating the movements of bowing and kneeling.
"Master, you?" Ah Hui was stunned.
"Shut up."
Ye Lin stared intently, observing his surroundings carefully.
When his head hit the ground for the third time, he finally saw that thing.
Right in front of Ye Lin's head, at the bottom of Irene's tombstone, there was a recessed stone trough with a crack about half a finger wide in it.
A waterproof bag is stuck in the middle, and the gray paper bag blends in with the surrounding gray stone slabs, and at first glance it seems as if they are connected as one.
Only when people lie on the ground can they have a chance to discover it.
Successfully obtained evidence.
Ye Lin walked into the castle restaurant with ease, intending to have a good meal in the evening.
Before he even sat down, Zhao Zhaodi, who was holding a bowl of pasta and showing off her rice, pulled him into the bathroom to talk in private.
Zhao Zhaodi hugged the pasta plate and stamped her feet anxiously: "You're finally back! I've been looking for you all afternoon. Something happened, something big happened at home!"
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