Chapter 251: The Disputer

"So, who was the consignee?" Qi Fei asked persistently.

"This is also the question I have wanted to ask for so many years. I just said, President Qi is tight-lipped about this matter, but I might have seen this person," Xu Tong said.

"Might?" Zhong Kui was curious. "Seen is seen, not seen is not seen. What does 'might have seen' mean?"

"Because it's all my guess. I remember that night I finally finished all the goods, dozing off by the sewing machine, and in a daze, I heard someone talking. I raised my head and saw a gap between the high-piled cardboard boxes. A short person wearing a hat was talking to someone opposite. The distance was a bit far, I couldn't hear what they were saying, I only saw this person gesturing, seeming to be bargaining. He even reached out and pushed President Qi."

Xu Tong was immersed in memories. When he said this, he reached out and made a pushing motion. "It looked like the two were talking very unhappily. Not long after, this person left.

I was thinking, things that can be bargained, if that person wasn't there to collect the goods, what else could it be?

Originally, I thought President Qi would come over and tell me a few words about this matter.

But President Qi on the other side of the box intentionally didn't let me know about this matter and didn't appear, but followed that person away.

At that time, I knew that President Qi didn't want me to know more about this business. This secretive attitude further confirmed my suspicion that he was smuggling."

"You shouldn't have known how much the remuneration was back then, right? You suspected Qi Dongjun of smuggling, and you didn't report him?" Qi Fei only felt it was incredible.

"Young man, you don't understand President Qi. This person has the charm that makes you unconditionally believe in him. I said I only suspected that this matter was smuggling, but when I faced President Qi, I couldn't convince myself. He looked so enthusiastic and upright, it was impossible for him to do such a thing." Xu Tong said this not so much for Qi Fei to hear, but for himself to hear.

Qi Fei didn't refute. Inexplicably, Xu Tong's words that he didn't understand Qi Dongjun touched him. Indeed, he knew very little about this father of his. He put his attention on the investigation: "That is to say, you saw this person who had a dispute with Qi Dongjun. Do you still remember his appearance?"

At this point, Xu Tong had already guessed the identity of these people in front of him: "Are you police? Did President Qi have a big accident?"

"Old Xu." Lu Man couldn't help but speak, "This matter concerns the life and death of President Qi and the group, please be sure to keep it secret."

The last trace of doubt in Xu Tong's heart was confirmed by Lu Man's words. His pale lips were half-open, and he took a breath: "The whole group is supported by President Qi's reputation. If he has an accident, the consequences will be unimaginable." As he said this, he thought more seriously, but after pondering, he still shook his head, "Sorry, the lighting was too dim at that time, and that person was wearing a hat. I really didn't see his appearance."

As he said this, he started coughing violently again, reminding everyone that he was a patient. Zhong Kui said he wouldn't live long. This shaman's statement was always accurate. Qi Fei didn't dare to underestimate it, so he had to end the questioning.

When Xu Tong went out, he curiously asked Zhong Kui: "How did you know he wouldn't live long?"

Zhong Kui played with the ballpoint pen in her hand and said unhurriedly: "Hair and nails falling out, bruises on the back of the hand left by treatment, are all reactions to chemotherapy. Did he withdraw from the management position because of health reasons?" Zhong Kui's emotion was calm when poking at people's pain, with a kind of calm coldness. "The scar on his neck was left by surgery, but it doesn't look new. This healing situation is at least four or five years ago, but chemotherapy was done recently. He coughed up blood, presumably because chemotherapy damaged the mucosa of his mouth and trachea. All of this can only explain one situation—cancer recurrence. I don't know what the survival rate the doctor told him is, but cancer recurrence is generally not optimistic."

"Is the mysterious person he mentioned the same one Feng Yongshou mentioned?" Qi Fei said impatiently.

Zhong Kui furrowed her brows slightly: "I still made a mistake, underestimating the complexity of human thinking. A person's lies must be a mixture of various elements, not a single source. It seems that Feng Yongshou's story about the Great Immortal Huang eating people still needs to be carefully dismantled and analyzed.

Booking an ash urn..." She was thoughtful. "An ash urn undoubtedly symbolizes death. The person he said asked him to make an ash urn was very similar to the victim. Psychologically, using another image as a substitute is a common psychological defense mechanism.

We still fell into the trap of thinking in a fixed way. When we first heard about the person who made the ash urn, we considered him as a suspect, so we always considered this mysterious person on the side of the murderer or accomplice. Is it possible that he is not on the side of the murderer, but the deceased? Ash urn and deceased, this is the thing Feng Yongshou feared most and couldn't face during that time.

He made an extremely exquisite ash urn. Is it atonement? He knew whose ashes this urn should hold."

"What is this?" Lu Man suddenly looked at her phone, her tone suddenly rising. At the same time, discussions came from outside the conference room.

She suddenly stood up, walked to Qi Fei in two or three steps, and showed him the content of her phone: "It's not good. President Qi used his work account to send a message to everyone. President Qi never sends group messages. This is definitely not him."

This meant that the secret they tried hard to keep about Qi Dongjun's accident was about to be exposed. Qi Fei hurried to take the phone to check what this account sent. After clicking it, there was only one picture.

Two people, or two stick figures, were scribbled on it, as if it were the style of the child named Xiao You in the Guiyue Apartment... ===== CHAPTER 252 =====

"What is this?" Lu Man suddenly looked at her phone, her tone rising sharply. At that moment, rustling sounds of discussion came from outside the conference room.

She stood up abruptly, walked over to Qi Fei in two or three steps, and showed him the content on her phone: "This is bad. President Qi used his work account to send a message to everyone. President Qi never sends mass messages; this definitely isn't him."

This meant that the secret they had worked so hard to keep—that something had happened to Qidong County—was about to be exposed. Qi Fei hurriedly took the phone to check what the account had sent, and upon tapping it open, he saw only a single image.

On it were two crudely drawn people, or rather, two stick figures; it looked just like the style of that child named Xiao You from Guiyue Apartment...