Gaoming’s home, with a standard three-bedroom, two living rooms and two bathrooms, shows that the life of Gaoming’s home is not very rich, but at least it is a comfortable and well-off life.

But the clothes thrown everywhere in the house were stacked in the trash can, and the bags of leftover takeaway plastic bags all explained to the guests the owner's recent dissatisfaction.

Gao Ming pulled the corner of his mouth embarrassedly, showing a pitiful wry smile, "Sorry, there is nothing to entertain you!" He raised his hand powerlessly and asked Mo Chen and the others to sit on the sofa.

Mo Chen was about to comfort Gao Ming, but Zheng Yi spoke first, "That's all right, I can just take a few sips."

Gao Ming knew it and hurriedly took out a transparent glass ashtray from the coffee table where he stacked a pile of books and newspapers.

Gao Ming handed over the ashtray, but Mo Chen's attention was attracted by the layers of newspapers buried on the coffee table. Mo Chen was not interested in reading what the news reported in the newspapers were.

Instead, a notebook sandwiched between many newspapers caught Mo Chen's sight. The notebook opened a corner of the page, with the word "Pang Wei" written in a red pen, and a trace was drawn heavily under the two words.

The dazzling red handwriting couldn't help but awaken the very long memories in Mo Chen's mind, which was when he was young, or even longer until he was young.

Mo Chen vaguely remembered that at that time, the elders and even teachers at home had told him that his friends should not write other people's names with red pens.

The teacher said that writing a person’s name in red is the most impolite behavior towards the person with this name, which represents extreme disrespect.

But the old man at home said that the red handwriting and writing person's name means that the person has passed away.

Mo Chen couldn't understand it at the time, and then until not long ago, after meeting Zheng Yi, he deliberately asked once.

Zheng Yi didn't know much about this, but when he was young, he had heard such instructions.

Zheng Yi guessed that perhaps it was because Yin and Yang sorcerers often used pens dipped in cinnabar to write dead people’s names and handwriting scarlet, so this statement was drawn!

Mo Chen looked carefully at the handwriting on the book. From the force of the horizontal line below the name, it was not difficult to see Gao Ming's hatred of Pang Wei.

If Gao Minghui and Pang Wei are harmonious colleagues or friends, he would not believe that Mo Chen would be killed.

Gao Ming was replaced by Pang Wei, which was not only a means for the company to quickly solve the problem, but also explained the company's denial of Gao Ming's work ability from the other side.

Mo Chen knew very well that the workplace is like a battlefield, so I am afraid that Gao Ming and the other two have been competing with each other in private!

However, just because of work, would Gao Ming hate Pang Wei so much?

Maybe he will do it on weekdays, but Gao Ming is already in a state of turmoil. He really has the leisure to compete with Pang Wei? I'm afraid there is something else in it.

Zheng Yi took the ashtray, but did not light the cigarette immediately. He just held it in his hand and said, "Don't Manager Gao smoke?"

"It's only occasionally." Gao Ming said lightly, and Zheng Yi chuckled, "No wonder this ashtray is as clean as the new one." As he said that, Zheng Yi deliberately acted naughty, lifted the ashtray, walked through the transparent glass, looked at Mo Chen, and blinked his eyes from time to time.

Mo Chen gave him a blank look. It was not because Zheng Yi's actions were extremely naive. He just didn't understand why Zheng Yi was so cautious about Gao Ming. He seemed to be possessed by Holmes, and everything seemed to be something wrong.

Thinking about the purpose of this trip, Mo Chen took the lead in saying, "Manager Gao, I'm sorry, we met again and it was in... that kind of place. We just heard about your family, don't think too much about it, the deceased has gone..."

"Is the female corpse in the bathroom your sister?" Zheng Yi suddenly interrupted Mo Chen and asked straight to the point. He knew that Mo Chen would blame him. Zheng Yi had just pinched the time and quickly turned his head and whispered Mo Chen.

After Mo Chen understood the lip words, he wanted to kick him hard. Zheng Yi said to Mo Chen with his mouth, Aunt Mo, shut up!

Gao Ming was not as angry or sad as Mo Chen was worried because of Zheng Yi's abrupt questions.

Gao Ming answered the word "Yes!"

Zheng Yi then asked again, "Do you know who killed her?"

This time, Gao Ming hesitated a little. He lowered his head and thought for a while, and said to the truth, "I seem to have just found the general direction recently, and I'm not sure which person it is."

"Oh?" This answer surprised Zheng Yi. Looking at Gao Ming's eyes, he felt a little unwilling to give in. He thought Gao Ming had already started to secretly plan how to take revenge like an enemy.

Mo Chen suddenly thought of the name on his notes, and he asked tentatively, "Is it related to... Pang Wei?"

"How do you know?" Gao Ming asked a replied question as if he had admitted it, and instantly explained the doubts in Mo Chen's heart just now. He knew that the position of a property manager may really not be anything to a man with a broken family.

Mo Chen raised his hand and pulled out the notebook on the coffee table, pointing to the red handwriting in the lower right corner, "I guess it casually!"

Gao Ming suddenly said nothing and stared at the notebook. Mo Chen noticed that his hands were unconsciously clasped on the decoration on his jeans.

This is a manifestation of a person's uneasy mind. Seeing Gao Ming seems to have something to say, but hesitated in his heart.

So, Mo Chen took the lead in speaking, "We were called by Officer Li today because of your sister's relationship... to confirm... identity."

"You?" Gao Ming looked at Mo Chen incredibly, and Zheng Yi, "You know my sister?"

Zheng Yi said, "I don't know you. I know a ghost, but I might have something to do with you."

"What?!" Gao Ming stood up suddenly, and his hands were so excited that his hands trembled unconsciously.

Zheng Yi lit a cigarette indifferently and glanced at Gao Ming through the smoke ring, "Ghost! What's there to be a fuss about? Your sister is dead. I said, do you believe it when I met her?"

For Zheng Yi, who is used to life and death, a person is still a ghost, and there seems to be no difference to him, but it is just a different form that appears in front of him.

Mo Chen knew that Zheng Yi had no intention of not sympathizing with anyone, but it was just a very natural reaction. However, to Gao Ming's voice, these words might be like sprinkling salt on the wound.

A few days ago, Gao Yang was just missing. For his family, there is at least a glimmer of hope.

However, this morning, Gao Ming had personally confirmed the identity of the female corpse, and the already tiny hope instantly disappeared.

Mo Chen quickly calmed Gao Ming's emotions. "You control your emotions first. What I want to tell you next may sound incredible to you, but it is a true fact."
Chapter completed!