Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

After Chu Yao saved the fees for examination and surgery, he saw Zhang Tianen sitting alone on the hospital bed quietly.

From her tense face, it was easy to see that the pain was still tormenting her.

"I'm sorry for making you work so hard for me. I just heard the doctor say that the treatment fee is very expensive." She said, "The money... I will find a way to repay you."

"No, actually the funds for your treatment are funds specially approved by the Secret Service." Chu Yao lied.

The Secret Service doesn't know yet about Zhang Tianen's resurrection. Even if they know, they won't cover all her medical expenses.

The most that can be done is to deduct part of the amount and then call for donations.

Zhang Tianen had never heard of this name and asked in confusion: "Special Intelligence Bureau? What is that?"

"You can understand it as a department that handles some metaphysical incidents. Your murderer is not an ordinary person. So far, he has killed at least five people and seriously injured many people. He has been listed as a key target of attention by the Special Intelligence Agency." Chu Yao told She explained, "That's why we got to know you."

"So that's it..."

Zhang Tianen nodded in understanding. No wonder she said that she had no grievances and no enmity. The only person with whom she had a bad relationship might be Yuanyuan's biological mother.

But she had already extorted a lot of money from herself and took Yuanyuan away, so there was no need to cause trouble for her again.

The more Wang Xueping comes into contact with her, the more Yuanyuan will think of herself, which is the scene Wang Xueping least wants to see.

She had even threatened Zhang Tianen to never appear next to Yuanyuan.

If the person who killed her was actually a mentally disturbed person, or a Feng Shui master who practiced evil arts, then it can only be said that she was too unlucky.

"Do you need any information from me?" Zhang Tianen recalled carefully, "On that day, I remember that a regular customer called the store and asked if we could help deliver milk to him."

The regular customer was an elderly woman, and her children were not around.

She usually goes to the supermarket to buy something alone. Because of her age, she doesn’t know how to use the takeout software on her mobile phone.

The old woman has limited legs and feet. If she wants to buy rice, flour, oil or a whole carton of milk, she cannot lift it herself, so she will ask supermarket employees to help her carry it to the door of her home.

In the past, another male employee was responsible for this, but he happened to be on vacation that day.

Zhang Tianen could even hold Yuanyuan for four or five hours, let alone a carton of milk.

She agreed without thinking, and said that she would bring the milk over after get off work, and she would also advance the money.

She also picked out a few pastries suitable for the elderly. They were all soft and not chewy.

"I got off work very late, it should be almost ten o'clock," she said. "When I went there, my heart was beating fast, but I didn't think much about it. I just thought it was hot during the day and I was tired."

My mother-in-law's house is not far away, and it only takes ten minutes to walk there.

As soon as he entered the corridor, Zhang Tianen smelled a strange odor.

Although the old woman is old, her children have hired part-time workers at the housekeeping company, and they come to clean up the garbage several times a week.

There was no way there would be such an unpleasant smell in her room. It was not the same as the smell of garbage left for a long time, but more like some dead animal.

The door of the house was ajar. It seemed that she had known Zhang Tianen would come for a long time. The moment she pushed the door open and entered, she was hit on the back of the head with some kind of blunt instrument.