Yao Jing stood at the exit of the airport, wearing a traditional Mosaic costume that she had not had time to change into. She had a gauze scarf wrapped around her head and a pair of sunglasses on her face.
No one could see Yao Jing's expression, let alone Yao Jing's eyes that were red from crying behind the lenses.
A car stopped in front of Yao Jing. The passenger window was rolled down. The man inside waved to Yao Jing and said, "Get in the car."
Yao Jing nodded, opened the passenger door and got in.
The car left immediately without any hesitation.
Inside the car, the air was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of the engine.
Yao Jing sat there, looking out the window, saying nothing.
Lin Zhiming, who was driving, also remained silent.
This was the first meeting between two people after several months. There was no excitement, no love between children, and only silence.
Time passed little by little, and still no one opened the conversation.
Finally, the car arrived at the hospital.
Zhou Yanqiu and Yao Jianyong have completed the autopsy work, and their bodies have been sent to the hospital morgue.
Lin Zhiming parked the car at the main entrance of the hospital.
At this time, Yao Jing finally spoke her first words.
"You must help me catch the murderer." Yao Jing reached out and grabbed Lin Zhiming's hand and said word by word.
Her hands were grasping so hard that they were even trembling from the exertion.
"I swear on my surname that I will catch the murderer." Lin Zhiming replied.
"Thank you." Yao Jing let go of her hand, opened the door and got out of the car.
Lin Zhiming watched Yao Jing walk into the hospital, then started the car and left.
On the way, Lin Zhiming called Dong Jian.
"Is there no news about Li Tianxing yet?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"No, Li Tianxing disappeared yesterday. I just saw the police autopsy report. The death time of Zhou Yanqiu and his wife was probably early this morning. Judging from the time alone, you are no longer suspected of committing the crime. This is good news.
"Dong Jian said.
"I don't want any good news now. I just want you to catch Li Tianxing. Only he can find out the mastermind behind this incident." Lin Zhiming said.
"I am seizing the time to investigate." Dong Jian said.
"Issuing a reward order, offering a reward of one billion to anyone who can find the murderer of Zhou Yanqiu and Yao Jianyong, one billion will be taken away directly." Lin Zhiming said.
"One billion? Are you sure?" Dong Jian asked.
"Just do it." Lin Zhiming said.
"I understand, head of the family!" Dong Jian finished speaking and hung up the phone.
Not long after, a reward list that shocked the world appeared on the market.
The Lin Group has offered a reward of one billion to capture the murderer of Zhou Yanqiu and Yao Jianyong. Whoever can provide direct clues to help catch the murderer, or who can directly catch the murderer, will receive a reward of one billion in cash.
The huge amount of this reward list shocked the world. You must know that even the leader of the Dragon Slaying Organization who attacked the Dragon Clan headquarters before, the reward was only 300 million at most. The most vicious criminal in the world is currently only rewarded with a reward of 100 million.
Around 1 billion, the Lin Group actually offered a reward of 1 billion for the murder of an ordinary person. This can be described as unreasonable.
In an instant, countless bounty hunters heard the news and headed to Straits City from all over the world.
These bounty hunters will transform into the most powerful hunters and help Lin Zhiming collect any clues related to Li Tianxing and the people behind him.
However, after Lin Zhiming returned to the company, he received bad news from Dong Jian.
Li Tianxing has been found, but... he is dead.
Lin Zhiming immediately drove to the place where Li Tianxing's body was found.
Li Tianxing's body was found in the suburbs of Haihai City. Dong Jian checked many clues and finally discovered Li Tianxing's whereabouts. Unexpectedly, it was Li Tianxing's body that was found in the end.
When Lin Zhiming rushed to the scene, Lin Zhiming saw Li Tianxing lying in a pool of blood. Li Tianxing's wound was located on the back of his neck. It was obvious that he was fatally struck with a knife from behind.
"Judging from the location of the wound, he should have been killed by someone he was familiar with. Basically, it can be determined that he was silenced." Dong Jian said.
"Yeah." Lin Zhiming nodded.
"Li Tianxing is our only source of clues. Now that he is dead, this matter will be difficult to investigate," Dong Jian said.
"Check Li Tianxing's background, check his family, check his life, check all his call records and bank transaction records. Even if he spends six yuan to buy breakfast in the morning, I still want to know who the six yuan was transferred to.
!" Lin Zhiming said with a dark face.
"Understood." Dong Jian nodded.
Lin Zhiming stood there, looking at the unknown body in front of him, with a strong murderous intent on his face.
It had been a long time since he had been this angry, and it had been a long time since he had been manipulated like this. This feeling was like a slap in the face, and he had no room to fight back.
The next day.
Rumors about the murder of Zhou Yanqiu and Yao Jianyong are spreading more and more fiercely. Although the Lin Group has issued a special clarification announcement and stated that it will pursue legal liability for those who spread the rumors, it still cannot stop those rumors.
In the eyes of many people, Lin Zhiming is inseparable from the murder of Zhou Yanqiu and Yao Jianyong, and everything he does now is just to cover up the truth.
For many people who don't know the truth, such rumors still have a certain degree of credibility, because there is an old saying in Longguo, which is that there is no smoke without smoke.
If you, Lin Zhiming, were really innocent, would there be so many rumors among the public?
There are a lot of reporters gathered downstairs of Lin Group. These reporters come from all over the world, and everyone wants to get first-hand information.
There are also a lot of reporters outside Lin Zhiming's villa. These people hope to block Lin Zhiming here. It will undoubtedly be better if they can ask something from Lin Zhiming's mouth.
However, reporters from these two places did not see Lin Zhiming. Lin Zhiming did not go to the company or go home. He seemed to have disappeared from the world.
After the stock market opened that morning, the stock prices of several listed companies in which Lin Zhiming held large shares continued to fall by the limit as soon as the market opened. The stock prices of other industries related to Lin Zhiming also fell.
Lin Zhiming's net worth accumulated by relying on the cloud health project almost completely disappeared in just a few days.
But even so, Lin Zhiming still didn't show up.
Straits City Funeral Home.
Many Yao family members gathered here.
The people of Strait City laid the wine to rest. Although the case has not been solved yet, the Yao family has decided to hold funerals for Yao Jianyong and Zhou Yanqiu today.
Yao Jing put on a black skirt and a white gauze, and stood next to the two coffins with Yao An.
These two coffins are naturally those of Yao Jianyong and Zhou Yanqiu.
Yao Jing and Yao An each held a photo of the deceased in their hands. Their faces were not very good, a little pale and without blood.
Except for these two people, almost everyone around them was the Yao family.
The Yao family is a large family in Haihai City with a large population. Almost everyone who could come to the funeral this time came, filling the entire hall.
In addition, Song Siqing and some of Yao Jing's friends also came to the scene to see the deceased off.
Song Siqing stood beside Yao Jing and supported Yao Jing a little.
Yao Jing didn't sleep all night, and her body was in a state of extreme exhaustion. Without Song Siqing's support, she might not be able to stand still.
"Go and eat something, you look so bad now!" Song Siqing begged.
Yao Jing shook her head and didn't say anything more, but she was as stubborn as a donkey.
"Hey!" Song Siqing sighed, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, there was a trace of noise from outside the crowd.
The noise became much louder in the blink of an eye, and then became extremely loud in an instant.
In some crowded halls, people intuitively dispersed to both sides, suddenly making way for a spacious road.
In the middle of the road, a man in a black suit was walking in from the outside.
The people around looked at this man with different expressions.
It seems that no one expected that this man would appear here at such a sensitive time.
This man is none other than Lin Zhiming.
He asked reporters to chase him and came to the funeral home alone.
Lin Zhiming held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He walked through the hall with a cold face and finally came to Yao Jing.
"What are you still doing here? You murderer!" Yao An roared angrily when he saw Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming said nothing, just stood there and looked at Yao Jing.
"He is not a murderer." Yao Jing said.
"Everyone is saying that he hired murderers to kill his parents, and he is the only one with this motive. Sister, my parents are dead, why are you still speaking for him?" Yao An said excitedly.
"If I say he's not, he's not. Stop saying that." Yao Jing said with a cold face.
Although Yao An was furious, he could only keep his mouth shut.
"I'm here to give your parents a ride." Lin Zhiming said at this moment.
"Thank you." Yao Jing said.
Lin Zhiming nodded and then faced the direction of the coffin.
"Bow." The master of ceremonies on the side shouted.
Lin Zhiming bowed to the coffin.
"One more bow...three bows..."
Lin Zhiming bowed three times in succession to the coffin.
"Family members...reply the gift." The master of ceremonies said this with a strange expression.
Yao Jing looked at Lin Zhiming, and Lin Zhiming looked at Yao Jing.
"You go." Yao Jing said.
"Yes." Lin Zhiming nodded, left the flowers, then turned and walked out of the funeral parlor.
Outside the funeral home, media reporters who got the news from nowhere had already heard the news and blocked the outside of the funeral home.
One by one, the microphones were extended to Lin Zhiming, and every reporter had a look of fanaticism on his face.
Various questions were asked by reporters, and they shouted wildly, as if they wanted Lin Zhiming to answer their questions.
Lin Zhiming casually took a microphone, raised his other hand and pressed it down.
Following his move, a terrifying aura surged out of Lin Zhiming's body.
As if they had been cast a freezing spell, everyone stood there, daring not to make any movement.
"I don't care who you are, no matter what your identity is, no matter what means you have, I have only one thing to tell you, I will dig you out and cut you into pieces with my own hands!" Lin Zhiming took the microphone and said,
Facing the camera in front of him, he said in a voice without any emotion.
After that, Lin Zhiming threw away the microphone, pushed away the reporter in front of him, walked forward, and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.
No reporter dared to pursue him. Everyone was frightened by the terrifying aura on Lin Zhiming's body.