Chapter 565 The Phone Number Hidden in the Old Cellphone
Although covered with a white sheet, the corpse's hands were exposed.
The jade thumb ring on his thumb allowed Wen Luoyun to recognize the other person at a glance—it was indeed Wen Zhengning.
She covered her mouth, took two steps back in disbelief, and after a long while suddenly turned her head, glaring fiercely at Kong Wange: "It was you, you killed my uncle, weren't you? You vicious woman, I'm going to kill you!!"
Wen Luoyun rushed towards Kong Wange, but Kong Wange turned to the side, grabbed her wrist, and whispered, "I can understand if you want to kill me, but unfortunately, you don't have the strength to do so right now."
She looked at Wen Luoyun and said in a cold voice, "Don't you understand even now? Everything you have today is your own fault. Twenty-six years ago, the moment your mother killed my mother, it was destined that you would pay the price sooner or later."
Wen Luoyun collapsed to the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
She didn't understand. Everything was fine yesterday. Her mother and her uncle were her biggest supporters, and she had an absolute authority in the Wen family.
But why did everything change overnight?
Her mother was taken away by the police, her uncle died, and what about her...?
In Kong Wange's eyes, she was probably less than a dog!
She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, almost drawing blood.
She was oblivious and wished she could just die.
Looking at her disheveled appearance, Kong Wange sighed and said, "There's something I can tell you. If you tell me the truth, you can stay in the Wen family and never have to worry about food or drink."
Wen Luoyun sneered: "With your abilities, what can't you find out? Why do you need to ask me?"
Kong Wange looked at her: "Back then when you went to Jinzhen, did you use the name 'Zhang Fengyao'?"
With tears streaming down her face, Wen Luoyun scoffed coldly, "You and Murong Ting put on this whole show, doesn't that mean you know everything? Now you come to ask me, are you trying to humiliate me in a roundabout way?"
Kong Wange frowned: "You're overthinking it. Where's the letter? Where did you hide the letter I sent to Murong Ting?"
The letter itself was secondary; the main thing was that there was a jade pendant inside, a keepsake given to her by Murong Ting.
This jade pendant was left to Murong Ting by his mother, and she must take it back.
Unfortunately, when she asked this question, Wen Luoyun was clearly taken aback and said directly, "Believe, what believe?"
"You don't know?" Kong Wange saw that her expression didn't seem fake, and after thinking about it carefully, she realized it too.
If Wen Luoyun had taken the letter, she should have known long ago that the man from back then was Murong Ting, and wouldn't have fallen for the trap today. It was only in her haste that she forgot this logic.
After her initial surprise, Wen Luoyun suddenly adopted a calculating demeanor: "Oh, I remember now, I did take the letter, Kong Wange. As long as you obediently beg me, I'll tell you where the letter is!"
Kong Wange looked down at her and said, "Since you say you took the letter, then tell me, besides the letter, what else was inside?"
Wen Luoyun's breath hitched.
Kong Wange said coldly, "Since you don't know about the letter, there's nothing more for us to talk about. Goodbye."
After saying that, she didn't give her another glance, turned around and left without looking back.
...
In just one day, the Wen family underwent a dramatic change, leaving Wen Zhihan and Kong Wange with a huge mess.
The Wen family members had been arranged by Wen Zhihan to stay in the reception room. After the police arrived, they questioned each of them, but found nothing. They had no choice but to disperse and wait for further notice.
Because of the murder, the entire Wen family was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
Under these circumstances, Murong Ting was definitely not comfortable leaving, so he stayed with Kong Wange until late at night.
At one o'clock in the morning, just as everything was about to be finished, the maid rushed into the main hall, saying that while cleaning Wen Zirou's room, she found an old-fashioned keypad phone in the storage room.
Kong Wange and Murong Ting were about to leave when they saw the phone and were both stunned.
"Give me your phone, you can go ahead and do your work."
The maid handed the phone to Kong Wange, then bowed and left.
Kong Wange picked up the phone and looked at it. It was an old-fashioned keypad phone, like a miniature version of a traditional brick phone.
She fiddled with the phone for a long time, but it didn't respond.
"This phone is so old-fashioned, it must be obsolete. It's been sitting here for so long, it's probably out of battery," Murong Ting said from the side.
"Then I'll find a charger and try charging it." Kong Wange said, and went out to ask around. She actually found a charger that matched the model.
Seeing her keen interest, Murong Ting couldn't help but laugh at her: "After sitting in this old-fashioned phone for so long, there probably isn't any valuable information left on it."
Kong Wange waved her hand: "What if? Let's see first."
A short while later, the phone turned on.
The familiar startup sound rang out, and Kong Wange clicked her tongue: "It really does have a vintage feel to it."
After clumsily trying to figure it out, Kong Wange said regretfully, "There really is nothing left. The text messages and call logs are all empty. Wen Zirou is quite cautious."
"I told you, there wouldn't be any news..."
"Huh?" Murong Ting was interrupted by Kong Wange's voice halfway through his sentence.
She pulled Murong Ting aside in surprise: "There are two call records in the trash can! They start with 127, such a rare number..."
Upon hearing the number "127", Murong Ting was slightly taken aback.
When he looked over, he was completely stunned.
Seeing that his lips were pressed into a thin line and he hadn't spoken for a long time, Kong Wange couldn't help but look at him and ask, "What's wrong? Do you recognize this number?"
Murong Ting took a deep breath and slowly said, "This is the number I used to call my parents and ask them to meet. It was during that meeting that they had their car accident."
This time, Kong Wange was stunned. She said incredulously, "But this number is clearly not Wen Zirou's. It's the one she called. Could you be mistaken?"
Murong Ting shook his head: "Impossible. Numbers starting with 127 are rare, and besides... I know this number by heart."
Kong Wange glanced at the time, pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Ah Ting, could this number belong to that Boss Tang!"
The more she talked, the more likely it seemed, and she quickly said, "Tao Xiangjun said before that Wen Zirou had called Boss Tang. If we speculate about that period, it completely matches the call records."
Murong Ting was silent for a moment before saying, "Whether it's Boss Tang or not, we'll find out once we call him."
Kong Wange gripped her phone tightly, took a deep breath, and nodded: "Okay, I'll make the call."
Fearing that using their phones rashly would arouse suspicion from the other party, Kong Wange specially had an unused phone card delivered.
The call connected, and it rang.
Kong Wange subconsciously held her breath, but after waiting for a long time, no one answered.
She and Murong Ting exchanged a glance, and a hint of disappointment flashed across their eyes.
However, just when everyone thought the other party wouldn't answer, a deep male voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone: "Hello?"
Kong Wange's heart skipped a beat, and her voice tightened as she asked, "Is that Boss Tang?"
The other person was silent for a moment, then asked in return, "Who are you?"
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