Ms. Wang kept wringing her hands, and her palms were probably full of sweat. Zhu Lan saw all this, but she didn't say anything.
"It doesn't matter. Think carefully, where have you seen or heard this poem?" Zhu Lan hinted as she spoke. She had tried and succeeded with this little trick.
In fact, before entering the Huayuan Community, the master called her again, and she told her apprentice all the key information she saw in the archives room. Of course, she hasn't read everything yet.
Fortunately, Zhu Lan already knew some of the facts.
"I, in my impression, there really isn't." Although Ms. Wang stuttered, she didn't think about it at all.
Zhu Lan concluded that she lied.
"Don't you think this poem looks like a formula?"
Ms. Wang was even more panicked. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at anyone. "Mantra? Really?" Her flustered posture was completely different from the usual two times when she answered routine questions. Although she buried her head, Zhu Lan could feel her stiff and pale face.
Zhu Lan chuckled, feeling confident and calm.
"Yes, the legend about gold. The formula mentions treasure and golden light, doesn't it?"
Upon hearing this, Ms. Wang suddenly raised her head and said, "What? Oh, oh, it seems so." In fact, she was absent-minded throughout the whole process. Even if she was pretending, her disguise was full of holes.
Zhu Lan's painting style changed, the topic took a sharp turn, and her voice rose several times, "I heard that this formula comes from your family, it is a gold legend."
"Ah? How do you know?" Ms. Wang's heart trembled and she blurted out. But as soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she had exposed her secret.
Zhu Lan's chin clicked, clicked.
Ms. Wang opposite her finally lowered her hands feebly, as if a secret that had been buried for many years was suddenly revealed, and the burden in her heart was lifted. She opened her legs a little and asked, "You——"
If she thought that was the end, she was wrong.
Zhu Lan took advantage of the victory and pursued it, "The question is why did this mantra come from your family? Which generation of your family's ancestors did it leave behind?"
Ms. Wang became nervous again and became cautious this time.
After thinking for a while, she continued, "I don't know, I've heard it since I married into the Song family. After all, three generations of his family have been hunters. They hunted in the mountains all day long, and after finding some good things, It is impossible to bury it and leave it to future generations.”
Zhu Lanxin said, why did you start deceiving people again? But what he said in his heart immediately changed his mind, "If that's the case, there's nothing to hide, but why were you so nervous just now?"
It's over, Ms. Wang said to herself, and the topic came back again.
"This is the property of my husband's family. Of course I am afraid that the secrets inside will be leaked to outsiders." Ms. Wang started practicing Tai Chi.
Zhu Lan, "Is there any water?"
"Oh, yes." Ms. Wang stood up inexplicably, poured a glass of boiling water and handed it to her.
Zhu Lan took the opportunity to take a sip of water, and after her mind was racing, she started asking questions again.
"It has been leaked, otherwise how would I know? And aren't you curious about where this formula was leaked from?"
"Where?" Ms. Wang was curious and couldn't help but listen.
Zhu Lan said slowly: "Your son Song Xiaofan."
"No, it's impossible, he won't tell others this." She shook her head desperately, very sure.
"If a person is obsessed with one thing for a long time, he will always show some clues." Zhu Lan clenched the water cup. The water in the cup was so clear that all filth could be revealed.
Ms. Wang suddenly collapsed on the sofa, "Who discovered it?"
"A person who has a crush on Song Xiaofan."
"What? It's a girl?"
But girls are often very attentive, and it's normal if they find out. The scary thing is, if this girl discovers the secret, will more people discover the secret? Ms. Wang suddenly began to think about these issues.
But Zhu Lan no longer wanted to give her time to think. The impact on her that night at the murder scene was too great, the bloody and terrifying corpse, and the gold that exuded a faint golden light.
"So, is Song Xiaofan going out this time to dig for the gold in the formula?"
"What? You said Fanfan found the treasure?"
Ms. Wang blurted out, with a look of disbelief on her face.
She showed a flaw again, but Zhu Lan didn't expose it and just said: "It must be, otherwise how could he disappear for nearly two weeks? He must be digging for gold."
"You lied to me! You are here to investigate the case. Fanfan must have caused trouble." Ms. Wang squinted her eyes for some reason, suddenly feeling like she had fallen into a trap.
The next second, she stood up angrily and paced back and forth in the living room. Her whole body was like a hungry cat, restless and turbulent.
"Comrade police, just tell me! What happened to Fanfan? Did he have an accident? No, it's impossible, right?" When she looked up, Ms. Wang's eyes were blood red.
Zhu Lan was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect the result to be like this. She gave her reassurance, "So far, we haven't found Song Xiaofan."
Ms. Wang stood blankly for a long time, "Then why did you come to Fanfan again? Is he a criminal suspect? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Wang, for frightening you. But the police have their own considerations and don't rely on emotions. But the next questions may still make you sad, but in order to find Song Xiaofan as soon as possible, I hope you can answer them seriously." Zhu Lan said: "May I ask if your husband Song Hui left a huge fortune to you mother and son?"
"Huge property? What huge property?" Ms. Wang rolled her eyes.
"Then let me be more direct. After Song Hui's death, a huge sum of money was missing. The police have never found this property. Did he tell you his whereabouts before he died?"
"Before he died? Wasn't he being rounded up by the police? Everyone was pointing guns at him. How could he have time to explain to us?" When Ms. Wang thought of Song Hui, her whole body turned into a furious lion. It seems that his hatred for Song Hui is not ordinary hatred.
Zhu Lan said: "No, Song Hui was not executed, but fell off the cliff and died by himself."
"Then, he's dead. He fell from such a high place, and it happened in just a moment. How can he have time to explain?" Although Ms. Wang was blinded by hatred, her reason was still very clear.
"Song Hui didn't fall to death in one breath. He was divided into——" Zhu Lan said this and hurriedly stopped talking, so that these words would also cause Ms. Wang's sadness. "His body was hung on a tree branch, and the police could not reach it." He went to try to rescue him. While everyone was in chaos, he had time to call you and tell you where the property is stored."
Ms. Wang's face was not red, her heart was not beating, and she said slowly: "I don't know, anyway, I didn't hear any last words he confessed. Besides, the police have searched my house and asked me eight hundred times. If there is anything to hide, Fanfan and I I’ve already made it clear.”
Her tone was cold when she said it, and the underlying meaning was: Why is it your turn to dictate here?
Her attitude and look were calm, which would have been strange if not.
Zhu Lan was at a loss. This question was asked by her master. What major clues did Master discover, or what did he deduce?
