Fifteen years ago, there had also been a series of murders in Lanjiang City.
That series of murders had also been caused by seven deaths for a life.
Back then, Song Xiaotian had told me about the case.
Later, we had uncovered a lot more information and could roughly deduce that Lü Zhengxian had been behind it too, with the aim of taking over Du Ruhai's body through soul possession.
Now Zhao Laoqi said he was a relative of one of the victims in that case.
We weren't shocked. After all, Zhao Laoqi would never have gone undercover at Du Ruhai's side without some tremendous hatred driving him.
But hearing him say it himself still left us somewhat stunned.
Song Xiaotian asked him, "Your... what was your relationship to the relative who was killed?"
Zhao Laoqi sighed. "My nephew, my own nephew-my younger brother's son. I never married or had children. My nephew was my son. I treated him as my own child, and he was very close to me too."
"But when he was eighteen, he was murdered. Later, my brother and his wife couldn't bear the blow and drank pesticide. Just like that, the whole family was gone. You tell me what kind of hatred that leaves."
Hearing this, our hearts softened for a moment.
Honestly, it really was tragic.
Song Xiaotian softened his tone too and asked, "So your nephew's surname was Zhao too. What was his full name?"
Zhao Laoqi's eyes suddenly reddened. "His name was Zhao Zimu. Check if you don't believe me."
Song Xiaotian nodded. "I'll call and check right now."
With that, he came over, told Meng Yifan to watch Zhao Laoqi, then pulled me out of the room.
Once we were outside, I asked Song Xiaotian whether he was going to call