Seventeen Again: The Sweet Life with My Family - Chapter 305
Chapter 305: Yang Shu is Dead
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Seeing her daughter’s serious expression, Zhou Mei sensed something amiss and promptly called over Wen Xing.
They all returned home together. After a while, Wen Nian began to share what she knew. Shen Jun supplemented it by playing the recording of his chat with Wei Xiao.
For a moment, everyone in the room fell silent.
Without warning, Wen Xing slammed the coffee table with force, creating a loud “clang.”
“I knew it! Wei Feng’s a snake in the grass!” His eyes reddened. “I asked for an autopsy, but he brushed it off. My father saved his life! Even lent him money to start his business. How could he…”
As he spoke, Wen Xing’s voice became softer and softer until he overcome with sobs.
Zhou Mei wiped away her tears and comforted him with a pat on the back. She and her husband had long suspected this, but the Wen family was a small fry against the Wei family. They had been powerless.
Now that they had the truth and evidence on their side, they couldn’t let Wei Feng escape the reckoning.
“Mom, Dad, I think we should call the police. Yang Shu is in Hai City now. If we catch him, we can gather evidence. By then, the truth will be revealed. If we wait a few more days, I’m afraid he’ll escape. By then, we’d have no proof left.”
Wen Nian’s parents nodded silently in response. Then, she added, “Plus, what we’ve got isn’t direct evidence. We might need to perform an autopsy.”
Wen Nian understood her parents’ traditional beliefs. They probably wouldn’t agree to touching the ancestral grave. Even if they agreed, the elders of the Wen family might not agree either. When the time came, they might argue again.
At this moment, Shen Jun chimed in, “Uncle, Auntie, I checked. These two drugs work slowly, embedding deep into organs over the years. There could be traces on the bones. Without concrete evidence, I’m afraid that opening the coffin and performing an autopsy will be the last way to bring the murderer to justice.”
Initially, Wen Xing wanted to object, but Shen Jun’s words made him swallow his objections.
It was indeed unlucky to open the coffin and perform an autopsy, but what was more important than catching the murderer and avenging the old man?
As they brainstormed how to approach the police, Shen Jun’s phone jolted. A glance at the WeChat message stirred a pang in his chest.
Seeing his demeanor shift, Wen Nian asked hurriedly, “Shen Jun, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Shen Jun looked at her, then at Wen Xing and Zhou Mei, before he managed, “Yang Shu’s dead.”
“Dead?” The others echoed nearly simultaneously.
With their evidence tied to Yang Shu, his death was a major setback to their investigation.
Wen Nian took a few deep breaths and finally asked, “How did he die? Did the police not intervene?”
“The guys I had watching him lost track. By the time we located him, he’d been found near a canal bridge.”
Hearing his words, Wen Nian sank into the couch, frustration etched across her face. The key witness, Yang Shu, was gone. She was still a step too late.
“They – they dared to commit a murder in broad daylight? Isn’t there any law?” The more Wen Xing thought about it, the angrier he became. He could not control his voice. “Then let’s head to the police ourselves. We can’t let this slide. We can’t just let them do whatever they please!”
Wen Nian quickly stood up and pulled him back. “Dad, we have to consider this matter at length.”
Wen Xing was a little agitated. “Think about it at length? Isn’t it obvious that Wei Feng’s trying to silence us? We hand all our evidence over to the police. I don’t believe that they can still do whatever they want!”
Zhou Mei also came over to stop him. “We can’t rush this matter. Besides, I keep feeling that something is wrong. If Wei Feng wanted to kill someone, he would have done so back then. Now, many people are paying attention to this matter on the Internet. He wouldn’t dare to do it.”
What Zhou Mei said was exactly what Wen Nian was thinking. From the very beginning, this matter was ignited by Shen Jun through some guiding posts from his alternate account. With such a massive impact and potentially millions of netizens watching, Wei Feng shouldn’t have dared to go to the extreme of silencing someone like this.
As they pondered, news of Yang Shu’s death made headlines. The police claimed he had drowned while intoxicated. Seeing this, Wei Xiao’s lips curled into a smirk.
He picked up his spare phone and transferred the money quickly. He received a notification that the transfer was successful and saw that the other party had replied with an “OK” emoji. He then powered off the device, yanked the SIM card, and flushed it down the toilet..
