Das Grab von Qin Shi Huang

Kapitel 80

She was completely drunk at the time, and if I didn't intervene, she might have been taken advantage of by that beast Yang Jiehe... Despite my work experience reminding me that as long as I followed the "instructions" of my superiors and got through this night, I could rise to prominence, I still took her hand without hesitation and walked out... When I carried her into the car, I felt no regret, only boundless affection.

What followed was predictable: I was imprisoned for embezzling public funds, she broke off our engagement, and became the wife of Yang Jiehe, a wealthy widower… During my time in prison, I constantly thought about how to take revenge on Yang Jiehe, not just to steal his money, but also to take his life! I wanted revenge!

That's why I readily accepted this murder case. To save that woman, I risked my entire career and reputation, only to be betrayed by her heartless cruelty. When the cold blade pierced her firm breasts, my years of pent-up resentment finally found release.

The fourth brother loosened Yang Jiehe's ropes. He seemed to sense that there was some unusual past between us.

“I realized as soon as I recognized you,” Yang Jiehe casually picked up a few cold pink fruits and threw them into his mouth, “that I probably wouldn’t be going back alive this time, regardless of whether the ransom is paid or not.”

That's right. So even if I watch you eat these poisoned desserts, I won't stop you anymore.

"Oh? Would you like to try some?" he invited us eagerly. "After you go to jail, I'm afraid you won't be able to enjoy such delicious tea and snacks again!"

The fourth brother pointed blankly at the lunchbox and said, "It's poisonous..."

"What a joke!" Yang Jiehe devoured several more in one go. "Even though they're cold, they still taste delicious. Where would the poison come from?"

A bolt of lightning seemed to strike the fourth brother's head. "But weren't you... this morning?"

Yang Jiehe grinned sinisterly, white foam suddenly gushing from his mouth and spraying out incessantly, while his body convulsed uncontrollably. Before we could react, he stopped. "Pretty convincing, isn't it?"

He'd been faking it all along! I suddenly understood everything.

"Why did you pretend to be poisoned by your wife? Did you just want us to kill her?" I asked. "If you could afford 80 million, I'm sure countless assassins would be willing to take the job. Why bother with us?"

He nodded. "You're right, if we can afford 80 million..."

A sense of foreboding washed over me.

"Where can you find killers as stupid as you, who work for free?" He chuckled again.

"Thank you so much for such a sumptuous morning tea, especially for a bankrupt millionaire..."

Bankruptcy???

"Although I haven't announced it to the outside world, I believe it's only a matter of time." The wrinkles on his face now look like they are etched with the shadows of suffering. "Even my car was taken away by creditors to pay off debts, so even if I wanted to go out and find a hitman, I had to walk."

"So that's why your wife hung up on us, because a bankrupt person isn't worth the ransom?" The fourth brother suddenly realized.

Yang Jiehe nodded. "With billions in debt, there's no other way out but suicide. But I still have one last trump card I haven't used yet."

Insurance money.

If he commits suicide, he'll only receive 50% of the compensation; but if he's murdered, he'll receive double the amount. Yang Jiehe's two children are studying abroad, and the exorbitant costs are causing him considerable distress. Hiring a hitman to kill himself would be an option, with the cost deducted from the insurance payout, but the biggest problem is the upfront payment—where will he find that money?

"It's just in time to run into you guys, you've solved a huge problem for me." He rubbed his hands together excitedly. "No deposit required, just enough proof. And you even helped me kill my wife first."

“If you kill me right here, my husband and I will automatically have our insurance money transferred to our children’s names,” his eyes gleamed with an eerie light. “Don’t you want revenge? Then kill me now.”

I covered my ears, while the fourth brother pitifully began to do the math:

We've already killed one person, and the morning tea alone cost over a hundred yuan, not including the tea itself; there's also the rent, car rental, gas, tape recorder, props, and miscellaneous items. We were starving, thirsty, and exhausted, spending countless hours and mental energy on this for two whole days, not even counting the stakeout and planning beforehand...

I didn't get a single penny!

"Hey, kill me now! Otherwise I'll report you for murdering my wife!" Yang Jiehe's voice rose and lingered in the air above the small house, like a haunting ghost.