Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment, Tang Wanwan would still leave evidence, he looked up at Jiang Hengshu, his eyes widened a little because of surprise, he asked Jiang Hengshu: "What evidence?"
Jiang Hengshu put down the phone in his hand, took Fu Zhen's hand and walked out of the hospital, and said to him: "The person you hired back then has been found, and he is indeed on Tang Wanwan's Diao Weiya. I moved my hands and feet."
Fu Zhen was stunned. He always thought that the man just added a little chili oil to Tang Wanwan's lunch box. It turned out that he really moved Tang Wanwan's Diao Weiya. He clearly remembered that he didn't let him did so.
So why would he bother? Or is it that behind him there are other people who hate Tang Wanwan entrusting him to do this kind of thing? Who will that person be
For a while, countless questions crossed Fu Zhen's mind, but what he was most worried about was that Jiang Hengshu also felt that he did this. He held Jiang Hengshu's hand instead and murmured in a low voice: " not me… "
"I know it's not you," Jiang Hengshu patted Fu Zhen's back lightly, "Tang Wanwan did it himself."
Fu Zhen let out a cry, almost thinking that he had an auditory hallucination. After confirming that Jiang Hengshu didn't say this to reassure himself, he blinked and asked Jiang Hengshu: "A bitter trick?"
It wasn't that he hadn't guessed when he was kicked out of Fu's house just now, but if Diao Weiya fell from such a high place, if Tang Wanwan did it herself, she must have hit him too hard.
He had seen the video of Tang Wanwan falling from the falling wire. If it wasn't for a cushion just below to catch her, she might have lost her brains.
Speaking of the mat, Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment, could it be that she had already expected it
Jiang Hengshu nodded, opened the car door and let Fu Zhen sit in first.
Although the evidence they collected did show this, but in order to ensure the rigor of what he said, Jiang Hengshu nodded after sitting in the driver's seat, and just said: "It should be."
Fu Zhen still felt that this matter sounded a little unreal, so he asked Jiang Hengshu: "How do you know that person is her?"
Jiang Hengshu: "There is also a sum of money that Tang Wanwan transferred to him in his account."
Fu Zhen shook his head, "Only this transfer record doesn't prove anything, and maybe Tang Wanwan hopes that he can come out and identify me."
"Yes," Jiang Hengshu nodded, with a smile on his face, "but he's still recording."
"Recorded? Haven't deleted it for so long?" Fu Zhen asked.
Jiang Hengshu hummed, and backed the car out of the parking space, "He planned to delete that recording recently, but Tang Wanwan brought it up again, he was afraid that the police would eventually find out His own body, so this recording has always been in his mobile phone."
It seems a matter of course for people who do this kind of thing to keep all the recordings, but two years ago, no one thought about investigating this matter further. This person went abroad when he left the country , They didn't pursue it any further, and everyone believed that the person who tampered with Tang Wanwan Diao Weiya was himself.
Fu Zhenxin sighed silently, "How did you get it?"
This kind of thing should not be handed over to Jiang Hengshu easily.
Jiang Hengshu smiled: "First it was a lure, then a threat. In short, there are only a few methods. Don't worry, the recording has been handed over to the police, and now it can be released online at any time."
Fu Zhen pressed his aching forehead and said to Jiang Hengshu, "Wait a little longer."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
"Wait for Tang Wanwan's Shazhou Chronicle to shoot for another two days before releasing the recording together."
Jiang Hengshu hummed: "Listen to you."
Tang Wanwan waited for a long time, but did not wait for any news from Fu Zhen, so he thought that Fu Zhen was completely subdued, and dared to admit that he was indeed filming the Shazhou Chronicle when interviewed by reporters.
Jiang Hengshu is not the only one who wants to help Fu Zhen find someone who can prove his innocence. Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting are also looking for those missed evidences. They are doing what they did not do for Fu Zhen two years ago.
Fu Jianchen always thinks that one day, his child will still be willing to return to this family, and he is willing to pay any price for it, but even so, Fu Zhen still won't come back.
When Fu Ting came back from the outside, he said to Fu Jianchen, "We were one step too late, the recording has already been taken away."
The living room fell into a long silence, more than half of February has passed, and March is coming soon, but the omen of spring has not appeared in this home for a long time.
"One step too late, another step too late," Fu Jianchen had a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, his hair was gray, and it had only been more than a month, but he seemed to be ten years older, with long hair With a sigh, he said slowly, "We are always one step late, but time will not give us a chance to do it again."
Their step was too late, two years late, and now it has turned into a natural moat that can no longer be crossed.
"Father..." Fu Ting didn't know how to comfort his father in front of him. His heart was also tortured by guilt and regret. He had secretly visited Fu Zhen many times. Now his younger brother is being taken care of by another man. He didn't know how that man treated him, but he could tell that Fu Zhen was living happily now.
He really doesn't need them anymore.
This may sound sad, but it is true.
He has been to the construction site where Fu Zhen worked, visited the room where he lived, and inquired about his past from those strangers, but the more he knew, the more tortured his heart was.
Why could he be so cold-blooded and ruthless at that time to drive out his younger brother who he said would love him forever, and give all his love to that Tang Wanwan who didn't know where he came from.
He is a marionette manipulated, holding a knife sharpened by himself, and stabbing into the heart of the one he loves.
It's too late to say anything now, no matter what the reason is, he did those things, and he deserves these evil results now.
The only thing he can do now is to look at Fu Zhen from a distance, and help him as much as possible without disturbing him.
Fu Zhen didn't want to see him, Fu Ting tried his best to remind himself of this, so that he would not bother him anymore.
But looking at his father in front of him, Fu Ting couldn't bear it a little bit, he said softly: "Dad, if you miss him..."
Fu Jianchen raised his hand and stopped what Fu Ting was going to say next. It was useless to comfort him. He said softly to Fu Ting, "Don't say anything. Jiang Hengshu took the recording, right?"
Fu Ting nodded: "It should be him."
"That's good." Fu Jianchen's bitter expression finally revealed a hint of relief. Besides them, there is another person who is willing to protect Fu Zhen unconditionally.
He has suffered too much, Fu Jianchen doesn't want to see his sad expression anymore.
Fu Ting changed the subject and asked Fu Jianchen, "When will we announce that matter?"
"Let's wait a while and see when Jiang Hengshu and the others make a move."
…
When God destroys people, he must first make them crazy. This passage can be said to be very suitable for Tang Wanwan. Perhaps it is because Tang Wanwan has walked so smoothly since his debut that she has no fear at all. things, belittle the law, disregard authority, and trust only yourself.
When Fu Zhen watched her being interviewed, he talked about how long he had been preparing for the show Shazhou Chronicle. This show will definitely satisfy all fans.
Tang Wanwan would occasionally mention Fu Zhen, but every time he was reluctant to talk about his appearance as a white lotus, so that netizens gradually became bored.
Occasionally the Holy Mother can, but if we are always the Holy Mother, we have to wonder if this person's brain is not working well.
After watching Tang Wanwan's visits these past few days, Fu Zhen said to Jiang Hengshu, "You can play the recording now."
He did it on purpose, Tang Wanwan is the "Holy Mother", but he is not, he just wants to grab Tang Wanwan's seven inches and hit him with a hammer.
Jiang Hengshu hummed, and hung up the phone. Not long after, the recording was flooded on the Internet, and the titles became more and more exaggerated.
——Two years ago, Tang Wanwan secretly chatted with a strange man late at night, and it was because of him
— This recording reveals a different Tang Wanwan to you
——June Feixue, the world is strangely wronged, he has been wronged for so long!
…
Netizens thought it was incredible when they saw these titles at first, but driven by curiosity, they clicked on the audio on the screen. After a rustling electric sound, a middle-aged man appeared on their screen with a slightly hoarse voice. in the ears.
"Miss Tang Wanwan, you... you really want to do this?"
"If you tell me to do it, do it. What are you afraid of?" Tang Wanwan's voice sounded like this. Her voice is very distinctive, and most people can't imitate it.
"That's Diao Weiya, it might kill someone."
"I didn't let you fall from the top, what are you afraid of?"
"But if something really happens to you, the police will definitely find me in the end."
"Don't worry, I'm ready, nothing will happen, you just do what you want, and you go abroad as soon as it's done, I won't let anyone hold you accountable, and they won't go looking for you, of course."
The man didn't speak, and seemed to be hesitating.
Tang Wanwan paused for a moment, and then said: "I will give you a deposit of three million first, and after the matter is completed, I will give you another five million. You can take this money and go abroad for a while, and wait for this matter." The limelight is over, you come back."
After a long period of silence, the man's voice finally resounded: "Okay, I'll do it."
Even if this recording is over here, the facts revealed here are so explosive that netizens still can't accept it for a while.
But after a series of comparisons and inspections, they proved that the female voice in this recording was indeed uttered by Tang Wanwan himself.