After Qin Ming was taken away, Ruan Xia meditated in Mo Tingye's car. She was using her spiritual consciousness to explore the auras of Qin Ming's family bit by bit.

Mo Tingye looked at her from the side. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that Ruan Xia was beautiful and attractive. There was an unclear look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the long eyelashes in front of his eyes fluttered, and Ruan Xia opened his eyes suddenly.

"I know where to find the evidence."

Of course the police would not believe that she could do anything, they would only look at the evidence.

Ruan Xia mentioned a place name, and the driver started immediately, stepped on the accelerator and sped far away.

After driving on a bumpy road for a while, the car drove into a dilapidated village.

There are three words written on a shiny black stone at the entrance of the village.

"Jianshan Village."

Mo Tingye shook his head.

"I never knew there were villages around here."

Maybe it’s because it’s too remote and backward and sparsely populated.

Only half a day after entering the village did I see a figure.

They saw an old man waving to them with a cane.

"Who are you looking for?"

Ruan Xia rolled down her car window and spoke in a polite tone.

"I would like to ask if there is a family in the village. The couple has no children. The woman's right foot is lame."

The old man thought for a moment and suddenly realized the truth.

"Oh! They are looking for Lao Ma. Their home is at the east end of the village. You are from the city, right? I didn't expect Lao Ma's family to have relatives in the city."

Ruan Xiasan smiled and closed the car window, drove in the direction pointed by the old man, and soon found a bungalow with an independent yard.

It is said to be an independent yard, but it is just an area surrounded by rows of fences.

There were only a few chickens in the yard, which didn't look wealthy.

"anyone there?"

Mo Tingye stood at the courtyard gate, and the two of them looked inside.

Soon a lame woman opened the door and came out.

When he saw the visitor, he was so frightened that he only leaned out half of his body.

"Who are you looking for?"

Ruan Xia immediately opened the courtyard door and walked in.

"The one I'm looking for is you."

She calculated that there was a village just below the place where Qin Ming's family had an accident.

At that time, some items in the car rolled down the mountain and were picked up by villagers scavenging.

The scavenger was the woman in front of me.

"I do not know you."

The woman glanced warily and immediately closed the door.

Mo Tingye stepped forward and blocked the door tightly.

"Wait a moment."

Ruan Xia revealed half of her face under Mo Tingye's strong arms.

"Do you have excruciating pain in your feet every day? It feels like mosquitoes eating your heart in the middle of the night."

The lame woman was stunned for a moment.

"how do you know?"

Ruan Xia lowered her head to look at the woman's feet. She must have suffered a fall earlier and caused a dislocation without correcting the bones in time, so she could not walk normally.

"I have some medical skills, and I can treat your feet."

After Ruan Xia finished speaking, she squeezed in.

I saw that the condition inside the house was the same as that in the courtyard. Everywhere was dilapidated and even the stove was cold.

"Even if there is a cure, there is no money to cure it. Our family can no longer open the pot."

Ruan Xia looked around the house and soon discovered a very unusual object that was incompatible with the furnishings in the house.

"Is that lipstick yours?"

The golden tube lipstick stands out in the whole room.

As if her treasure had been discovered, the woman trotted and held the lipstick in her arms, as if she cherished it.

"Of course it's mine, it's mine in my home!"

She huddled in the corner, afraid that others would snatch her away.

Ruan Xia reached out and opened her bag. There was an unopened lipstick inside, which was in the suit that Mo Tingye gave her a few days ago.

She hasn't used it yet.

"Yours is just a used one by someone else. I'm just giving it to you as a new one."

The woman only glanced at it and immediately grabbed it with excitement, her greedy look unmistakable.

"Is this...is this really for me?"

Ruan Xia reached out to help her open the package and spin out the flawless paste.

"It's really new..."

The woman's eyes were fixed on the lipstick, still refusing to put down the original one.

"Even if it's a new one, I won't exchange it with you."

After the woman woke up, her eyes were still wary.

Ruan Xia chuckled softly.

"I don't want your lipstick, I want what's in that bag you found."

As soon as the words fell, the woman suddenly jumped away in fear, staying far away from Ruan Xia.

"How did you know I picked up a bag?"

Ruan Xia said, “On September 8th last year, you handed over a lady's bag at the bottom of the mountain. You must have sold that bag for a lot of money later."

The village woman immediately became alert.

"I have already sold that bag, no matter how much money I spent, I have already spent it."

Of course Ruan Xia knew that that expensive bag would be enough to spend on this dilapidated home for a while.

She went straight to the point.

"I'm not asking you to get the bag. What I want is the contents of the bag."

When Ruan Xia used his spiritual sense to explore, he found that Qin Ming's wife had taken off the driving recorder before falling off the cliff.

The murderer should have been photographed there. With such evidence, the police can arrest him.

"I want something from the bag, something small and square."

Ruan Xia tried his best to gesture with his hands. The village woman probably didn't know what it was, so she didn't sell it.

Sure enough, after the village woman thought for a while, her greedy eyes surfaced.

"What's in it for me?"

Ruan Xia immediately took out some cash from his bag, but the village woman glanced at it and did not accept it.

"I just want to spend this little money on me. I sold that bag for a lot of money back then. Your rich people's things must be very valuable!"

Ruan Xia really didn't have that much cash and was worried about how to deal with it when he saw Mo Tingye walking back into the house from the yard.

Holding a neat stack of banknotes in his hand.

"That's enough."

Mo Tingye's voice was cold and he threw the money on the table.

"Enough! Enough! This boss is so generous."

The village woman immediately held the money in her arms and sniffed the wad of money greedily.

The smell of ink on new banknotes fascinated her.

Ruan Xia was a little anxious and knocked on the table.

"Where's the stuff? We want it now."

The village woman carefully put the money in her arms, squatted down and opened an old wooden cabinet.

After the cabinet door creaked, a strong wave of moisture hit my face.

I saw her carefully taking out a cloth bag, which was covered with dust.

Ruan Xia took it and spread it on the table.

It contains not only Qin Ming's wife's driver's license and other items, but also a driving recorder.

"It is indeed here."

Mo Tingye also stepped forward to check, but Ruan Xia wouldn't let him touch it directly.

"It's better to give it to the police directly and let them collect evidence."

Ruan Xia shook out the ashes from the cloth bag and tied it up again. The village woman immediately rushed to stop him.

"What I just said was the price of an item. Why should I take it away!"

Ruan Xia was dexterous and dodged, and the village woman almost fell to the ground.

Ruan Xia looked at her coldly.

"The money I give you is enough for you to live without worries for one year."

The village woman was still very unconvinced.

"Not enough! Far from enough! You need more!"

Mo Tingye turned around to go out to get money, but Ruan Xiayi stretched out his hand to stop him.

She whispered cautiously, “This kind of person will never be satisfied no matter how much you give, don't give it to her."

She turned to look at the village woman.

"Do you know that what you picked up was the belongings of a dead person, and she was still murdered. If we don't take it away, sooner or later her ghost will find you and make you miserable every night!"

The village woman was so frightened that she took a few steps back, then suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Don't look for me, I didn't mean to, don't look for me, don't look for me..."