However, Zhang Shitóu was a meticulous man. He said,
"Something's not right. Think about it: all the valuables in this entire house were thoroughly picked over. There's no reason this ring should have been left behind. Not only is it worth quite a bit, it could expose Wen San's identity. If Wen San really did it, would he have been so careless?"
"And look at Crippled Li's neck. There isn't a mark from a similar ring, which means the murderer wasn't wearing one when he strangled him. So did it fall off before the murder? Could Wen San really have no memory of that at all?"
Those two questions instantly drew everyone's attention in the room, but they also gave them a new line of thought.
Could it be that someone had killed Crippled Li, then, knowing that Crippled Li and Wen San had once had a conflict of interest, wanted to use this ring to frame Wen San?
At the thought, everyone felt a chill run through them, as though a cold, venomous snake were lurking in the shadows, flicking its tongue as it watched them with sinister eyes.
Grandpa Sun suddenly remembered something as well and said,
"Right, I heard Little Six mention that Wen San did have this ring. He brought it back from outside and treasured it dearly. It was worth quite a lot too. But it went missing for a while before, and he never found it.
"If this ring wasn't dropped here by Wen San, but had been lost long ago and fallen into someone else's hands, then I'm afraid there's another murderer!"
Even Meng Zhao had not expected that what he thought would further cement Wen San's identity as the murderer would instead become a fatal flaw.
Of course, that was not to