Wang Qiang tried hard to force himself to calm down and no longer be affected by the negative emotions in his mind.
Xiaobai had already paid such a high price for him, and Wang Qiang could never let such a good opportunity go to waste.
He took a deep breath and lowered his voice and said: "Zhuang Master Zhao, only I can help you at this time. You should know that the murder of the young Zhuang Zhuang is not that simple. Someone is going to do something behind the scenes."
"Once you miss this last opportunity, everything will be meaningless. It will be too late to regret it then."
Wang Qiang's words made Zhao Wuji silent. His eyes began to flicker rapidly. It was obvious that his heart was shaken.
In fact, he didn't believe what Bai Yixin said at all. It was okay to use such words to deceive ordinary people. In Zhao Wuji's opinion, how could there be such a coincidence in this world?
In fact, the reason why he was shaken was because what Bai Yixin said when he stood up gave Zhao Wuji enough time to calm down.
Coupled with Wang Qiang's repeated assurances that he could catch the real murderer and clarify his interests, the situation turned for the better.
Of course, that's not to say that Bai Yixin's self-defeating behavior is useless at all. At least she gave Zhao Wuji a clear step to step down, so that Zhao Wuji wouldn't have to fight and kill him in front of him, and suddenly he would be killed behind him.
After being persuaded by Wang Qiang, he changed into a different person.
With vigilant eyes searching around the crowd, Zhao Wuji was silently calculating who would benefit more after his son's death.
Another point is that Zhao Wuji felt that something was wrong with his body. The current situation seemed to be more than just a sudden attack on his heart.
Everything intertwined into one mystery after another in his heart, and Zhao Wuji had to tell himself to calm down. Just as Wang Qiang said, if he is carried away by anger at this time and acts on impulse, when all the truth is revealed, he will
It's too late to regret.
Zhao Wuji pondered for a long time and finally sighed deeply.
"I'll give you three days to find the real murderer. You are not allowed to leave the villa during these three days, and I will send people to follow you at all times. If there is any movement, I will kill you on the spot!"
Zhao Wuji's words finally made Wang Qiang let out a sigh of relief and secretly sighed that the dawn had finally dawned.
Although it is not unusually difficult to find out the truth in three days, at least it can be considered as a last chance for myself.
As for what happens next, I'm afraid we can only leave it to fate.
The storm temporarily dissipated, and Zhao Wuji left with the support of Zhao Pu. Everyone in the main hall had different expressions, but no one chose to stay here longer and returned to their rooms.
Zhao Wuji has sealed off the entire Canjian Villa, and no one is allowed to leave until everything comes to light.
This move cast a shadow on everyone's heart. Although it was understandable that the villa was temporarily closed after such a big thing happened, after all, the people present were considered respectable monks and were placed under house arrest here. In their hearts, some
There is still some resentment, more or less.
And this resentment is also a direction worth noting. After all, resentment may turn into hatred with just a little guidance.
"Little friend Wang, you are really too reckless today." Just as Wang Qiang was about to leave with Xiao Bai, Zhao Wuyi suddenly came up to him and said with a slightly worried expression: "You and I have three days to find out the truth.
Knowing that it is almost impossible, why did you agree?"
Zhao Wuyi looked around cautiously, and after finding that there was no one else, he whispered in Wang Qiang's ear: "Listen to me, this water is too deep and too muddy for juniors like you to get involved."
"I will send someone to escort you out of the villa. Don't come here again in the future."
Wang Qiang looked directly into Zhao Wuyi's eyes, and he seemed to be able to see a deep look of worry in his eyes.
But even so, Wang Qiang still asked a very rude question.
"I have a question for the second village owner. Now that Zhao Zheng is dead, if another accident happens to the owner, who will be in charge of Canjian Villa in the future?"
It was obvious that Wang Qiang wanted to retaliate against Zhao Wuyi.
This is not to say that he is targeting Zhao Wuyi, because everyone in the villa, from the great Dao Zhao Wuyi to an inconspicuous servant, is now the target of Wang Qiang's reasonable suspicion.
No matter from which point of view, Zhao Wuyi is the most questionable one.
After all, he is Zhao Wuji's younger brother, and theoretically, he has the second-in-line inheritance right to Canjian Villa.
After asking these questions, Wang Qiang's eyes never left Zhao Wuyi's face for a moment, because he wanted to get some important information from Zhao Wuyi's expression.
The ending was quite good. Wang Qiang vaguely saw a hint of self-deprecation and helplessness in Zhao Wuyi's expression.
"Young people don't tell secrets. If you say that I have never thought about the position of the owner of Canjian Villa, I am obviously lying to you. I have indeed thought about it, and when I was young, I had a fierce competition with my brother."
When Zhao Wuyi said this, he suddenly let out a long sigh and looked down at his two useless legs with some loneliness.
"At that time, the old villa owner once said that whoever has higher cultivation level, me or my brother, will be the next villa owner. I practiced so hard that I became obsessed with it. With the help of the old villa owner, although I could barely
You can save your life, but these two legs will be lost forever."
"I was unwilling to accept it, resented it, and felt despair. After being depressed for a long time, I came out and accepted everything in front of me. And from then on I withdrew from the competition for the position of the owner of the village."
The whole person spread his hands helplessly. At this moment, Zhao Wuyi's face had an expression of indifference and ease.
"So, in Wang Xiaoyou's opinion, can a person whose legs have been disabled for decades and who can't even stand up, let alone marry and have children, and even use a sword, really become the owner of Canjian Villa?
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Zhao Wuyi's emotional words completely dispelled Wang Qiang's doubts.
Looking from any direction, Zhao Wuyi has an absolute motive to assassinate Zhao Zheng and seize the position of owner of the village.
But if you look at it from another angle, it is completely meaningless for Zhao Wuyi to obtain all this. It is like a eunuch, how can he risk the disapproval of the world for a woman?
"I'm offended." Wang Qiang bowed his hands sincerely: "The previous questioning was also to investigate the case. I hope the second owner of the village won't mind."
Wang Qiang's words made Zhao Wuyi ponder a little. He let out a long sigh, shook his head helplessly and said, "So you are determined to get involved in this matter?"
"Because the truth is also very important to me." Wang Qiang nodded firmly.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Wuyi finally said nothing more. After telling Wang Qiang to be careful, he ordered his servants to push his wheelchair away.
For a long time after Zhao Wuyi left, Wang Qiang silently stared at the direction in which he left, without saying a word. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. Or maybe he was thinking about something else.