Everything Meng Yifan and I had been through had begun in that residential complex.
The shop had closed down because there was a murder house there.
Meng Yifan had been sued because it was a murder house, too.
It was also there that the ghosts of Li Xiumei and Du Yuwei had latched onto Meng Yifan and me.
In fact, the First Case Offender's identity had already been exposed very early on, but I hadn't suspected him then. I had even consciously tried to rule him out.
When we returned to the complex, I got out of the car and prepared to go in alone.
Meng Yifan wanted to come with me, but Song Xiaotian stopped him.
"Let him go by himself."
"Why?"
"Don't ask. You'll know soon enough."
I stood at the entrance, hesitating for a long time before walking in.
I searched the complex for the Old Lady.
She was the Old Lady I had met on the first night I had come here for a trial overnight stay.
The Old Lady had told me the apartment had been sold once fifteen years ago. It was through that lead that I had discovered my dad and Lü Zhengxian had crossed paths fifteen years earlier.
Lü Zhengxian had been a fugitive at the time and hadn't dared to buy an apartment, so he had given my dad some money to become its legal owner.
Thinking about it now, that excuse was ridiculous.
I spotted the Old Lady in the complex's pavilion, sitting and chatting with a group of elderly people.
She saw me too, and the smile on her face vanished instantly. She got up to leave.
I followed her straightaway and intercepted her downstairs from her apartment.
"Old Lady, you know a lot, don't you? Tell me."
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