Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Get someone from the Cultural Relics Bureau, quick!
The middle-aged man was none other than Li Qiang, a real estate developer from Haicheng.
Zhou Ying, the strongest competitor, had actually withdrawn from the challenge, allowing Li Qiang to easily clinch the bid for the eastern city plot.
Zhou Ying left with her two assistants, feeling somewhat sour as she watched Li General bask in his moment of glory. This update is available on novel•fire.net
One assistant was visibly grinding his teeth, failing to understand as he said, “General Zhou, we’ve been preparing for so long just for today, why withdraw now? You just handed Li General the advantage.”
Thinking of Bai Chuwei’s words, Zhou Ying herself was unsure as she said, “It’s not necessarily an advantage yet!”
Zhou Ying led her assistants out, while Li Qiang, brimming with pride, strutted away with his beer belly held out, too high and mighty to even cast a glance at Zhou Ying.
As they left the meeting hall, they happened to see a police car approaching from a distance, and several police officers were leading a young man in handcuffs toward the vacant lot, accompanied by a middle-aged American woman who was wailing inconsolably.
Zhou Ying’s steps halted suddenly, her heart pounding furiously.
That woman… was Zhang Ling!
Zhou Ying remembered what Bai Chuwei had told her about Zhang Ling being able to confirm her words, and she couldn’t help but walk towards the front.
The police interrogation was extremely effective, and Zhao Yu broke down after just one night, confessing to his crimes.
He’d killed Zhang Liang and his girlfriend and buried the bodies in that deserted lot in the east of the city. Everything seemed to be settling down, but with Zhang Liang about to “graduate” from M Country to return, and the eastern plot being auctioned off for new buildings by real estate developers, the truth couldn’t remain hidden any longer.
Determined to see it through, Zhao Yu even moved in with Zhang Ling, Zhang Liang’s mother, which would make it easier to kill her as well!
Who would have anticipated, out of the blue, that Zhang Ling would come to her senses and call the police?
Pointing at a patch of wasteland, Zhao Yu said with some confusion, “I buried the bodies at night, around this area, I think.”
The captain of the police immediately called workers to start digging up the bodies, casting dust into the air, causing incessant coughing.
Li Qiang’s heart skipped a beat, and he briskly walked over to inquire about the situation. Upon hearing that a murder had taken place, he patted his chest, relieved, and said, “So it’s just two people dead, that’s a relief.”
Zhang Ling stood up instantly, “What did you say?!”
It was ‘just’ two people… Her son was among the dead.
Startled, Li Qiang took a few steps back and looked at Zhou Ying with a smile, “General Zhou, you didn’t happen to receive a tip-off about the bodies here and withdraw from the bidding, did you? Nowadays, what plot of land hasn’t seen death? It’s very normal,” he said nonchalantly.
Zhou Ying couldn’t be bothered with him.
Zhao Yu himself couldn’t clearly recall where he had buried the bodies, and after the workers dug up quite a large area, they gradually exposed two heaps of bones.
Zhang Ling saw a watch on one set of bones, a birthday gift she had given to her son, and immediately threw herself on it, crying bitterly, “Liangliang… Liangliang…”
The onlookers were moved, some of them becoming sad as well.
Zhang Ling really had a tragic life, widowed in her early years, and bereaved of her son in middle age, doomed to a solitary existence.
A police officer picked up a coin from the dirt, puzzled, and said, “What’s this? Ancient coins? Did the deceased have a hobby of collecting antiques?”
Zhou Ying’s heart pounded furiously, harboring a bold conjecture…
All of a sudden, the bulldozer stopped, the worker appeared nervous as he climbed down and said, “Officer, we’ve found something else, I think it’s time to call in the archaeology team and the cultural relics bureau.”
Li Qiang’s voice changed instantly, incredulously asking, “Archaeology? The cultural relics bureau? What does that mean?!”