Chapter 137 Secret Message
Zhang Hongtu stood at the door of the villa, watching Yang Wenjing and Fan Yangping leave, and did not speak for a long time.
Suddenly, a rough and hoarse voice came from behind.
"Yang Jiawei... Yang Jiawei!"
These words startled Zhang Hongtu. He turned around abruptly and looked around, trying to see who was talking.
However, there was no one in the luxuriously decorated and upscale living room.
Hearing the name "Yang Jiawei" inexplicably, Zhang Hongtu asked in a trembling voice: "Who is it? Who is speaking?"
Hearing Zhang Hongtu's voice, the housekeeper who was busy in the kitchen hurried out, put her hands in front of her, and said humbly: "Boss, what's the matter?"
Zhang Hongtu glanced at her. The voice just now was very rough, obviously not the nanny in front of him. He waved his hand and said impatiently: "It's nothing, do your thing."
The nanny bowed and replied honestly, "Okay, boss."
After the nanny left, Zhang Hongtu was the only one left in the living room and continued to look around.
Suddenly, Zhang Hongtu came back to his senses and looked up at the little starling who had been squatting on the antique shelf: "Fa Cai, are you talking?"
The little starling raised its head and looked around, making a cackle sound with its mouth, as if the words just now were not spoken by it at all.
Zhang Hongtu stared at the little starling and tentatively raised a finger and shook it.
As his fingers shook, the little starling made another obedient sound: "Hello, hello." The voice was rough and hoarse, exactly the same as the "Yang Jiawei" just now.
It turned out that the words just now were said by the little starling, and Zhang Hongtu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But on second thought, Zhang Hongtu's brows furrowed tightly.
He clearly had never taught the little starling how to make money, so why did the little starling say the name Yang Jiawei? Could it be that he had mentioned this name repeatedly when he was arguing with Yang Wenjing just now?
Zhang Hongtu tried hard to recall the Christmas he had just had with Yang Wenjing. Did he mention the name Yang Jiawei? He can't remember it either, so maybe there is one? After all, isn't the person Yang Wenjing has been looking for her father Yang Jiawei?
Zhang Hongtu finally figured it out and found it was a false alarm. He couldn't help but feel amused and angry. He glared at the starling, put it back into the cage, knocked on the cage, and scolded it with a smile: "You naughty boy, I taught you to talk for a long time but you can't learn to learn that damn ghost's name in a short time!"
The little starling accurately caught a word with an interesting pronunciation, jumped a few times in the cage, and shouted happily: "Dead ghost! Dead ghost!"
Zhang Hongtu was amused by the little starling and laughed, saying, "You are smart enough to know that it is a dead ghost."
But soon, Zhang Hongtu couldn't laugh anymore.
The little starling began to mix together the words he knew how to say.
"Hello, Yang Jiawei."
"Live a long life, Yang Jiawei."
"Yang Jiawei fell from the sky."
The little myna kept calling Yang Jiawei, and Zhang Hongtu's face became more and more ugly. He growled in a low voice: "Shut up!" What would happen if others heard it?
In fact, the starling Fa Cai didn't understand what Zhang Hongtu was saying, but from his tone and behavior, it could be seen that Zhang Hongtu was very unhappy. The desire to survive made it a little smarter, and it started to say auspicious words.
"Congratulations on your prosperity! Make a fortune."
"Live a hundred years! A hundred years."
Zhang Hongtu's frenzy gradually calmed down. He glanced at Little Myna and said coldly, "If I hear the name of that damned Yang Jiawei from you again, I will kill you."
Although he spent a lot of money when he bought this little starling, and he has developed feelings for it after raising it for so many years, Zhang Hongtu doesn't mind killing it if it continues to mention Yang Jiawei's name like it does now. At worst, he can just raise another one. Anyway, he has plenty of money and time now.
The coldness in Zhang Hongtu's tone finally made the little starling calm down. It shut its mouth obediently and dared not say another word.
Zhang Hongtu hurried up to the second floor.
Maybe it was because he was feeling uneasy, but his steps were a little unsteady, and he almost fell when he turned at the rest platform.
The villa where Zhang Hongtu lives has three floors. The first floor is the living room, kitchen and nanny's room. The second floor is the couple's bedroom, study and small living room. The third floor is the bedroom for the children.
Such a big villa would be a little lively except during holidays when the children come back. The rest of the time it is basically just the couple and the live-in nanny living here. It is empty and quiet.
Zhang Hongtu went up to the second floor and pushed open the door of the study.
At this time, Coal Ash sneaked into the villa while no one was paying attention, climbed to the second floor, squatted at the door of the study, and quietly watched everything that happened inside.
Zhang Hongtu sat behind the big desk in the study, looking at the cleaned tabletop and muttering to himself: "Dead ghost! The ghost is still there! It's been fourteen years, and they can't even find the body, why are they still unwilling to let me go? This Yang Wenjing is like a mad dog, biting anyone she catches. Why does she suspect me? Did she find something?"
Perhaps because of his old age, Zhang Hongtu always likes to talk to himself when thinking about something. Anyway, there is no one else in the villa except the nanny who is preparing dinner in the kitchen, so no one will hear what he says.
After nagging for a few words, Zhang Hongtu picked up the phone on the desk and made a call. The person who answered the phone was his wife Meng Sha.
Meng Sha said impatiently, "I'm playing mahjong now. Tell me what you want to say."
Zhang Hongtu said: "The police came to me again, still about that incident."
Meng Sha paused for a moment and said calmly: "It's been a long time since this happened, let's do what we need to do... Wait a minute, wait a minute, let me touch it!"
On the other end of the phone, Meng Sha hung up the mobile phone with a bang.
After calling his wife, Zhang Hongtu's nervousness was still not relieved.
Yang Wenjing's arrival successfully disturbed Zhang Hongtu's mood. The past events that had been buried in his mind for more than ten years suddenly flashed before his eyes.
"Yang Jiawei, Yang Jiawei..."
This name, which he had almost forgotten, was mentioned repeatedly by the starling. This made the superstitious him start to feel nervous and he always felt that the villa was a little spooky.
There is a row of bookcases in the villa's study, which contain all kinds of books. Unfortunately, Zhang Hongtu has never read a page of these books, as they are all for show.
Zhang Hongtu looked at the bookcase with a blank look in his eyes, and his thoughts unknowingly went back to many, many years ago.
"Don't blame me, it's all fate."
"No one will find out."
"Don't panic. The statute of limitations will expire in six years. By then, you won't have to worry about anything."
Mei Hui, who had been hiding in the dark, kept Zhang Hongtu's words in mind. Although it didn't understand what the statute of limitations was, since Xia Mufan asked it to remember every word Zhang Hongtu said, Mei Hui would remember it firmly.
I don’t know how long it took, but a black luxury car drove into the villa.
The sound of the vehicle's engine startled Zhang Hongtu. He walked to the window to take a look, opened the window and waved to Meng Sha who had just got off the car: "Get in!"
Meng Sha was a plump girl, wearing a loose silk dress and carrying an Hermès bag in one hand. She slammed the car door shut and walked quickly up to the second floor.
Zhang Hongtu pulled her into the study and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come back just now?"
Meng Sha threw her bag on the desk and said impatiently, "We agreed to play three games, why are you in such a hurry?"
The years have already climbed up her forehead and temples, but after so many years of luxury, Meng Sha looks much younger than her actual age, a typical rich woman.
Zhang Hongtu said, "Yang Jiawei's daughter came again today. She also threatened that she had connections in the provincial department. Unless I tell the truth, she will not let us off easily."
Mengsha began to pace in the study, her slippers making a clacking sound on the oak floor.
Zhang Hongtu was so dizzy from being dazzled by her that he grabbed Meng Sha's arm and said, "My aunt, stop dazzling me. Find a solution quickly."
Meng Sha rolled her eyes at him and spat, "Look at what you have accomplished! Although the daughter of the Yang family is an expert in the provincial department, she can't control us. We have a rich family now and our children are already working. How can she make our lives difficult?"
Zhang Hongtu sighed, "It's hard to say. Aren't all the police from the same family? What if she picks something to put us in jail, or finds someone to deliberately cause trouble at the hotel? That would be a headache, right?"
Meng Sha narrowed her eyes: "We are now behaving ourselves to the fullest, what are we afraid of? Can she still eat us both? Doesn't she just want to find her father? If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who would know that the dead man is buried under the hotel?"
Zhang Hongtu's heart skipped a beat, and he covered Meng Sha's mouth with his hands, saying hurriedly, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Meng Sha shook her head, broke free from Zhang Hongtu's hand, and angrily scolded, "Look at your guts!"
However, the couple had been cautious for so many years. Meng Sha walked to the door of the study and looked around. When she saw no one there, she retreated and cursed, "What are you afraid of? Our villa is a private building. When we are at home, Aunt Liu and the driver never come up to the second floor. How could anyone hear it?"
Zhang Hongtu thought about it and it made sense. He heaved a sigh of relief, "You said, after so many years, we have burned paper money during the Qingming Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we have also offered tablets at the Qixia Temple. The incense has been burning continuously. That Yang guy should have been reincarnated, right?"
Meng Sha suddenly felt a little cold, she rubbed her arms: "Is that right?"
As if to give himself psychological support, Zhang Hongtu said: "Isn't it for children that we live our whole lives? Yang's daughter is so outstanding, it's time for him to rest in peace."
Looking from the large floor-to-ceiling window of the study, the landscape of the community is very artistic, with a few green bamboos, a wall of rose-red flowers, lush and brilliant star-angle plums, and secluded paths. There is no one under the shade of red flowers and green trees, and only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the window screens.
In Zhang Hongtu's view, the environment he is in is absolutely safe.
As his mind wandered, the fear that had been hidden in his heart naturally emerged: "Wife, will we be okay?"
Meng Sha glared at him fiercely: "What could possibly happen? Since ancient times, people die for money and birds die for food. If we hadn't been so ruthless to kill those two outsiders, how could we have such a good life now? Since you have done it, don't regret it. Anyway, the police can't find their bodies. As long as you don't say it and I don't say it, who will know?"
Zhang Hongtu reminded cautiously: "And... that Xiong Feiliang."
Meng Sha snorted coldly: "He killed that woman in the public toilet and bit her face. If we hadn't covered it up for him, he would have been shot by the police long ago. With such a weakness in our hands, are you still afraid that he would tell others?"
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