I saw this man, wearing a golden hairpin, with a thin face and sharp eyes.
The slightly wrinkled face was full of anger.
On his chin, the sparse beard trembled slightly.
Dressed in emerald green clothes, she looks very noble.
It was Gao Qiu who was a Taiwei official.
"Ximen Qing, why did you kill my godson?"
This sudden loud shout immediately made Ximen Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, tremble with fear.
Unconsciously, my tone began to tremble when I spoke.
"You villain, you villain didn't do anything. This..."
As soon as Gao Qiu heard these words, he immediately started to slap the case.
He suddenly raised his voice and gritted his teeth and said:
"Do you really think that I, Gao Qiu, am that three-year-old child?"
"You just want to deceive me with a forged suicide note?"
With a casual wave of his hand, Gao Qiu threw a letter into Ximen Qing's face.
When Ximen Qing, who was full of confusion, opened the letter.
The content written above immediately made Ximen Qing laugh and cry.
And the handwriting felt very familiar to him.
The letter read:
Dear godfather, here I go.
Looking back on my life, I have committed too many sins.
I don’t know how many innocent and good women I have insulted.
With great regret in my heart, I decided to end my life myself.
But before that, I have to smash those evil balls down there!
It is because of those two disasters that I have made countless mistakes in my life.
Having said this, I feel like I have died without any regrets in this life.
But before I died, the only thing I couldn't let go of was the eighty-eight thousand taels of silver I owed to Brother Ximen.
Since I wanted to die, I had no chance to return the favor.
If my godfather can read this letter, then please return the eighty-eight thousand taels of silver for me to Brother Ximen, whom I have missed for a long time.
As for the two servants, they were loyal to their Lord and couldn't bear to see me hang myself, so they insisted on stopping me.
I was extremely helpless, so I had to send them down to accompany me first.
Gao Yanei’s final suicide note!
When Ximen Qing read this nondescript suicide note, he immediately frowned and couldn't help but thought to himself.
What does Gao Yanei’s desire to die have to do with me?
Isn't it a bit too much to catch me here indiscriminately?
Just when Ximen Qing felt extremely helpless, Gao Qiu's low voice came to his ears again.
"What you are holding in your hand now is evidence!"
"What else do you have to say?"
Ximen Qing's heart trembled.
He looked at Gao Qiu standing in front of him with a wry smile.
"How does this become evidence that I murdered Gao Yanei?"
"This last letter only states that Gao Yanei owes me eighty-eight thousand taels..."
When Ximen Qing said this, his eyes suddenly widened.
His eyes were full of horror.
Gao Qiu smiled coldly.
"Then please explain to me why there is almost nothing mentioned in this suicide note, except that my godson owes you eighty-eight thousand taels?"
Ximen Qing's eyes blinked rapidly, and his head became even more chaotic.
Because even if he tried his best, he would never be able to figure out what Gao Yanei meant by what he said.
What's more, even if he has so much money, with his stinginess, he will never be able to lend it to others easily?
What's more, he doesn't have that much money at all.
And usually, the relationship with Gao Yanei is not very good.
I vaguely remember that the last time they met, the two of them even fought over a brothel girl.
At this moment, Ximen Qing's face looked extremely aggrieved.
"I, I, how do I know what Gao Yanei means by writing this?"
Gao Qiu stared hard at Ximen Qing, who was kneeling in front of him, shivering.
"Well, let me ask you, where did you go last night?"
Ximen Qing thought for a while at a loss.
"Last night, I had a quarrel with someone over some trivial matters."
"Then, in order to apologize, the other party gave me his sister and his wife."
"Then I stayed at that person's house for one night."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Qiu picked up the conversation.
"So, where are the people you mentioned now?"
In desperation, Ximen Qing quickly told Gao Qiu the address.
But when Gao Qiu sent people to look for someone at that address, he saw no one.
When the person who was sent went a long way away and found a local resident to inquire.
The reply I received was that no one had lived there since the homeowner moved there a few years ago.
Faced with such a result, Ximen Qing was completely stunned.
Suddenly I felt like something was wrong, but I couldn't find what was wrong.
At this time, waves of deep sneers slowly came out of Gao Qiu's mouth.
"Don't think that your little tricks can fool me."
"I'm telling you, you're far behind!"
"As long as I take a guess, I can guess what happened last night."
"A few days ago, you had a fierce quarrel with Xiao'er over a brothel girl, and later even got into a fight."
"Since then, you have been holding a grudge and finally had the intention to kill last night."
"First send someone to kidnap Mrs. Lin, and then force her to write a letter to my son."
"After the child hurried to Lin's house, you killed him and hung his body from the rafters."
"Then, you forged such a suicide note according to the child's tone."
"Right or wrong?"
"You are a piece of shit that is worse than a beast. You have already killed my son, and you still want to use his death to extract money from him."
Ximen Qing listened dumbfounded as Gao Qiu worked out the details of his so-called crime one by one.
In my heart, I feel really aggrieved.
Because in the above process, except for the scuffle between him and Gao Yanei in the brothel, he never did anything else.
He was so anxious now that he almost cried.
"I'm wronged, I'm wronged, I didn't do any of this, why did you just..."
Ximen Qing wanted to say more, but Gao Qiu, who was extremely angry, took two steps forward, slapped him hard on the face, and then yelled:
"You are a despicable, shameless and insidious thief. How dare you make excuses when you are about to die?"
"Then tell me, what's going on with the handwriting on this suicide note?"
"Why is it exactly the same as your handwriting?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Qiu took out another piece of paper from his arms and threw it on the ground.
At this moment, Ximen Qing felt like a thunderbolt struck him hard on the head.
It only blew him up, leaving his brain completely blank.
When his eyes widened again, after looking at the suicide note carefully for a long time, he took the paper on the ground in his hand and compared it repeatedly.