Hearing this, for some reason, Gu Xiaoai breathed a sigh of relief and said with a pale face, "He came here intentionally to target me. He kept mentioning Chu Shixiu when he was in England. He did it on purpose. How can you believe it?"
What about him?"
"He has evidence." Uncle He said suddenly, interrupting her.
Gu Xiaoai's heart sank, "What evidence?"
"I'll get it." Uncle He stood up and walked inside. Two bodyguards immediately followed him.
Gu Xiaoai pressed her eyebrows. She had a terrible headache and her heart was as chaotic as a drum.
What evidence?!
Is there any evidence that she killed Chu Shixiu? Chu Shixiu was not dead at all, he was not dead...
After a while, Uncle He came out holding a wooden box with a solemn expression.
Gu Xiaoai looked at the box in his hand with confusion on her face.
Uncle He put the wooden box on the coffee table and opened the box with trembling hands.
What entered Gu Xiaoai's sight was a halo of blood and pure whiteness. This was a piece of clothing.
Uncle He will take out the clothes from inside and unfold them. It is a long white windbreaker, well-cut. There is a large blood halo on the chest, and the color around the blood halo becomes lighter...
Gu Xiaoai's face was expressionless for a moment, and she asked blankly, "What is this?"
"This is the clothes the young master was wearing when he died. Did Miss forget it?" Uncle He said, with strange resentment in his eyes.
"Uncle He, don't be deceived by someone with good intentions. It was Evan who gave you the clothes again, right? It must be a fake!" Gu Xiaoai said excitedly, standing up from the sofa, her head was spinning.
Slightly dizzy.
"I asked a doctor to have it tested, and it was confirmed that the blood on it belonged to the young master." Uncle He touched the chest of the windbreaker, with a hint of trembling in his voice, "The wear and tear here is also confirmed to be caused by bullets."
"..."
Gu Xiaoai stared blankly at the clothes in Uncle He's hands, shaking his head in disbelief, "This is impossible, this is impossible..."
No.
How could Chu Shixiu die? He would not die...
"Miss, tell me, have you killed the young master?" Uncle He asked seriously.
"The clothes, the muzzle of the gun, and the blood can all be faked..."
She doesn't believe it, she doesn't believe that Chu Shixiu is dead, it can't be possible, it's impossible.
"Then the lady's handwriting won't be wrong anymore, right?" Uncle He took out another piece of letter paper from the wooden box and handed it to Gu Xiaoai.
Gu Xiaoai sat down on the sofa exhausted, holding the letter paper with both hands. The writing on it seemed to have been soaked in water and looked blurry, but she could vaguely see that the writing on it was hers.
Still when I was a kid.
Before she went to her uncle's house when she was a child, she wrote a letter and stuffed it in an iron box and buried it in front of her mother's grave, hoping that Chu Shixiu would find it, but Chu Shixiu never found it.
Later, she also forgot...
When she took Len to visit the grave a few days ago, she discovered that the iron box had been dug out. Was it Chu Shixiu?
"If the young lady was not the murderer, why did the young master hold this letter before he died?" Uncle He asked logically.
Hold this letter before you die?!
Gu Xiaoai's fingertips trembled slightly, her eyes were hollow, and her voice became dry, "You... have you seen Chu Shixiu's body?"
"Mr. Evan said it. He said that the young master died four years ago. He has always been afraid of the power of the Li family, so he dared to hand over the young master's belongings today." Uncle He said with a trembling voice, tears falling on his face.