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Xu Fan had known Jiang Pengcheng a long time ago. He knew that there was no evidence that Jiang Pengcheng would not believe him, and he was also fully prepared.

"Your wife was not really uncomfortable today. The reason why she didn't go to the company was because she wanted to receive a courier in person and hide it." Xu Fan said.

"A few days ago, she used your ID to get a new mobile phone number and bank card, and bound to online banking. She used these bound accounts to buy charcoal braziers and other suicide items, just to fake you The illusion of suicide."

"When you die, the police will investigate. Jiang Cuimei will make all the evidence point to yourself. You are quietly preparing to commit suicide, because all the purchase information is yours, and no one else interferes. What, it means that you committed suicide quietly, hiding it from everyone."

Xu Fan said.

"But what about express delivery? If someone confirms that my wife received the express delivery..." Jiang Pengcheng was a little blank in his brain.

Xu Fan smiled and said, "This is easy to explain. Is there any problem with my wife helping my husband pick up a courier? Is there a problem with my wife paying attention to her husband's privacy and not seeing what is inside? Then she will say to help you pick it up and put it on you In order to respect your privacy, who will continue to ask questions?"

"The preparations they made make you look like you were suicide and you can be said to have died without any evidence. She can also fabricate all the conversations between you with the police."

Seeing Jiang Pengcheng's face getting more and more ugly, Xu Fan directly threw out the evidence.

"The box of charcoal that your wife received is in your wife's room, under the bed or in the cloakroom or in a cabinet with a large enough volume."

"If you want to confirm what I said, you should find someone you can trust. Anyway, Jiang Cuimei is not at home. Just take a look and everything will be clear."

Xu Fan stared into Jiang Pengcheng's eyes and said.

Jiang Pengcheng didn't say a word. Although he felt that the details of Xu Fan's knowledge were too detailed, he didn't want to entangle them.

Now he should be more concerned about what Xu Fan said is true or false.

After thinking for a few seconds, Jiang Pengcheng directly picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Jiang!" The nanny respectfully greeted Jiang Pengcheng.

"Now you go to your wife's bedroom and take a look, find something, a courier box." Jiang Pengcheng felt that his breathing was a little unsmooth when he said this.

His heart beats wildly.

"Okay, Mr. Jiang." The babysitter's footsteps came over the phone.

After the nanny arrived in the bedroom, Jiang Pengcheng began to ask the nanny to check where, under the bed, the cloakroom was the focus.

"Found it!" A few minutes later, the nanny replied.

"Well, has the express box been opened?" Jiang Pengcheng asked.

"Yes, it has been torn open, and the box is very dirty." The nanny answered truthfully.

"Very dirty? What's inside?" Jiang Pengcheng was already nervous when he heard the description.

"President Jiang, there is charcoal in it," the nanny replied.

Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Pengcheng's forehead.

"Okay, I see, you put the box back intact, and don't tell Madam about this." Jiang Pengcheng warned.

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, I see." The nanny was a little confused, but a servant wouldn't ask much.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Pengcheng's eyes became very erratic, his face was even more ugly than before, and his hands were placed on the table and he unconsciously pressed his nails to his flesh.

Even if he didn't say it, looking at his expression, he knew that he was uncomfortable and entangled now.

Xu Fan watched Jiang Pengcheng struggle with himself without speaking.

"Do you... have other evidence?" Jiang Pengcheng said suddenly.

"Of course, let me give you a phone number, which is a special number for your wife to contact Dong Ping." Xu Fan was very calm.

Jiang Pengcheng's heart tightened again. He hoped that Xu Fan was lying to him. His wife was innocent, so the more he faced the evidence, the more guilty he was.

Every time he wanted to make excuses for his wife, Xu Fan produced a new piece of evidence to destroy his fluke.

"Boss Jiang?" Xu Fan called out Jiang Pengcheng who was already in a trance.

He has received too much information at a time, and he is a little dizzy.

"Would you like to listen? Phone number?" Xu Fan repeated it again.

Jiang Pengcheng swallowed and nodded.

The two chatted for a while, and around five o'clock, the door of the hall was pushed open.

Meng Long came back with a solid-state hard drive in his hand, and the hard drive in his hand was the hotel's surveillance.

Jiang Pengcheng immediately greeted people and brought the laptop.

After that, everyone else was retired, and Jiang Pengcheng checked and monitored alone.

Xu Fan had already told him the time when his wife was going to the hotel.

Jiang Pengcheng adjusted the monitoring to 2 pm five days ago.

In the lobby on the first floor of the Fuhua Hotel, a familiar figure walked in, it was Ma Yan.

He checked in at the front desk and opened the room.

Jiang Pengcheng shook his heart. After Ma Yan left the lobby, he adjusted the monitoring to the elevator screen.

Ma Yan took the elevator to the fourth floor. During the period, he was still fiddling with his mobile phone. Finally, through the monitoring of the corridor, Jiang Pengcheng saw Ma Yan enter Room 423.

Jiang Pengcheng was stiff, gritted his teeth and adjusted the time to 2:15. This was the second time Xu Fan said.

At this point in time, someone entered the hotel. The person was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat. She looked very well armed with white paper. She walked directly to the elevator and made a phone call.

Two minutes later, Ma Yan's elevator door opened, and Ma Yan came to pick her up.

The two entered the elevator together.

Although the woman was dressed strictly and could not tell who it was, Jiang Pengcheng didn't say that this was not evidence this time.

Having lived together for so many years, even if you don't look at the face, judging from the person's posture and clothes, you can be sure that this person is Jiang Cuimei.

Besides, Jiang Pengcheng has seen the clothes worn by women in the surveillance...

This is really a real hammer at all!

And what can two people do when they sneak up to the hotel? Is it possible to study the company in a hotel?

Apart from derailment, there is no other possibility.

Jiang Pengcheng watched the surveillance several times with the anger in his heart, and every time he watched it, he was even more sure that the person in the video was Jiang Cuimei.

After watching it dozens of times, Jiang Pengcheng was willing to give up.

"Fuck!" Jiang Pengcheng cursed, picking up the notebook on the table and slamming it to the ground.

The parts of the notebook crackled and fell apart.

Seeing Jiang Pengcheng's sudden anger, his little brother stood up in shock.

What's going on here? Obviously Jiang Pengcheng was fine just now...

Jiang Pengcheng was shaking all over, he felt suffocated.

In order to calm himself down, he took a deep breath.

But how can this kind of thing be calmed down by adjusting your breathing?

He clenched his fist tightly, and the blood vessels on his fist popped out like an earthworm.

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