Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon

The young officers nearly stumbled backward in horror. The moment they had lifted the lid of the so-called "pickle jar", all hell broke loose.

Hidden beneath a thin layer of pickled vegetables was not some forgotten preserve, but a barely-breathing human being.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as the police hauled the frail figure out of the jar.

Gu Zi, standing at the very front, had the misfortune of seeing it all too clearly—the man’s scalp was split open, and writhing maggots were crawling out of the gaping wound. Overwhelmed, Gu Zi turned pale and retched violently on the spot.

And then it hit them—this so-called piece of "evidence" Lin Miao had been shouting about wasn’t some inanimate object; it was a person. A person so brutally tortured he was clinging to the last threads of life.

If their guesses were correct, this must have been the madman Jiang Yao once discovered in the infamous haunted house. And going a step further—it seemed likely that this unfortunate soul was none other than Jiang Nan’s long-missing husband.

Their suspicions were confirmed just moments later when someone cried out in shock, "Isn’t that Jiang Yi—Jiang Nan’s husband? Oh my God, look at that head wound—it’s like someone hacked at him with an axe! This is monstrous! What the hell happened here?"

The revelation shattered any last semblance of order. Jiang Nan crumpled to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut, but instead of despair, a look of blissful relief unfurled across her face.