Chapter 1139: Pickle Jar
In the span of a week, the police had been summoned twice to Jiangjia Village—both times returning empty-handed. No evidence, no breakthrough. The villagers’ grumbling resentment was already brewing like a summer storm, and now, to make matters worse, this woman from out of town was demanding they search yet again.
One of the officers, clearly out of patience, shot Lin Miao a look of barely concealed irritation.
"We’ve already conducted an extremely thorough search," he said stiffly. "We found no trace of the so-called evidence you mentioned. Now you want us to go over everything again? Do you think we’re your personal servants to order around as you please?"
Lin Miao, confronted with their mounting hostility, felt her heart lurch in panic. She was certain—absolutely certain. In her previous life, she had heard Gu Zi, during a televised interview, describe finding the crucial evidence right here in Jiang Nan’s house.
The truth had been unearthed here. It must still be here. But why hadn’t the police found anything? Where could it be hidden?
And more importantly—what exactly was it?
Under the officers’ increasingly icy stares, Lin Miao shifted uneasily. She had come all this way, gambling everything on this one lead; how could she possibly return empty-handed? Gritting her teeth, she decided to take the risk.
"Officer," she said, forcing her voice steady, "I am certain the evidence is in that house. If you search one more time, you will find it."
Across the courtyard, Jiang Nan’s expression darkened. She sensed the tide turning and, sensing danger, quickly played to the crowd, stirring the villagers around him into a frenzy.
"I truly don’t know what I’ve done to offend this woman," she cried out, adopting a wounded, pitiable tone. "She’s bent on framing me for something I didn’t do! Everyone, you must stand witness for me. If they insist on searching again, fine—but if they still find nothing, don’t let her leave here so easily!"