The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 437: 437: Jiang Zhi’s intelligence and strength are off the charts (first update)

Chapter 437: 437: Jiang Zhi’s intelligence and strength are off the charts (first update)

Qiao Nanchu glanced over, “Captain Cheng, this is my childhood friend, don’t cuss him out in front of me.”

Fine, he’d cuss behind his back.

Jiang Zhi asked again, his face tight with extreme impatience, “Who directed you?”

Jiang Chuan hemmed and hawed for a while, head bowed, not daring to meet Jiang Zhi’s eyes, “No one directed me; I wanted to kill her myself.”

Kill her?

Kill Zhou Xufang.

Jiang Zhi suppressed the violent impulse to kill within himself, “To get revenge for Xu Jiuru?”

Jiang Chuan remained silent, his cuffed hands placed on the table, palms sweaty.

Jiang Zhi glanced at his watch, ten forty, it was past the allotted time.

“If you don’t come up with a reason, not only Xu Jiuru,” his face was calm, as if discussing something trivial, “you will feed the dogs too.”

Captain Cheng thought this was just an intimidation tactic.

Qiao Nanchu knew that when Jiang Zhi was rational, he could be reasoned with, but once he went mad, he probably wouldn’t stop at anything.

Nine years ago, Zhou Xufang perished at the Luo Family. Jiang Zhi went to the Luo Family with a knife; if it weren’t for Jiang Chuan holding him back, he might have chopped Luo Changde up. Jiang Chuan witnessed this himself; no one knew better than him how merciless and brutal Jiang Zhi could be.

Jiang Chuan was also scared, ultimately not wanting to die, he confessed, “The Old Madam wanted her dead.”

“Explain clearly.”

“The Old Madam left a testament saying if Zhou Xufang didn’t die, she couldn’t rest in peace,”

Jiang Zhi stared at him, those exceptionally beautiful peach blossom eyes appeared like a serpent’s—behind their beauty laid aggression, “Where is the testament?”

Jiang Chuan responded quickly, almost subconsciously, “I burned it.”

“Did anyone else see it?”

“No one.”

That is to say, there was no evidence of death.

Jiang Zhi got the picture, his brows and eyes relaxed a bit, leaning slightly back in his chair, “If you dare lie,” he left the threat hanging.

For Jiang Zhi, killing someone in custody wasn’t difficult.

Jiang Chuan felt chilled to the bone, “I wouldn’t mistake the Old Madam’s handwriting.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t say anything more, pocketed his handkerchief, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash. He stood up, walked a few steps past the table, turned his back to the camera, and said something.

His voice was so low, only Jiang Chuan heard it.

In the next monitoring room, Captain Cheng turned up the volume to maximum but couldn’t hear anything; he dug at his ear irritably, “What’s this? They’re actually keeping us from hearing.” He turned to look at Qiao Nanchu, “Captain Qiao, is your friend planning something?”

Qiao Nanchu acted indifferent, “Not sure, we’re not that close.”

Captain Cheng: “…”

Bullshit!

Those not that close left the police station together, one in a police uniform, the other in white and black clothes, looking quite the pair from a distance.

Not close my ass!

“Going to dig up a grave?” joked Qiao Nanchu.

“Back to the hospital,” Jiang Zhi replied.

The police car stopped on the roadside; Qiao Nanchu got into the driver’s seat, “Not digging up graves?”

Jiang Zhi sat in the passenger seat and routinely grabbed a wet wipe from the car to clean his hands, “The testament wasn’t left by Xu Jiuru,” he said, “If it were Xu Jiuru, it wouldn’t have been that sentence.”

The person Xu Jiuru despised the most couldn’t be Zhou Xufang; it should have been Lin Qiunan, and secondly, Jiang Zhi.

Qiao Nanchu agreed, made a U-turn, and drove towards the hospital, “Among those who visited the hospital the night Xu Jiuru passed away, who held a grudge against Zhou Xufang?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t answer directly, pondered for a moment, “Back when the second branch framed the Lu Family, Xu Jiuru intended to sacrifice Luo Changfang to save the rest, but due to Jiang Weixuan’s testament, Xu Jiuru changed her mind, had Chen Taiyuan turn his testimony, and Luo Changfang escaped prison.”

“Are these two things related?”

“Yes.” Jiang Zhi’s thoughts were clear, “Jiang Weixuan’s testament was burned a long time ago, the one Luo Changfang saw was forged. The only people who could have known the content of the testament, other than Jiang Chuan, was one other person.”

It was the person from the Gui Family by Xu Jiuru’s side, and Gui Family belonged to Jiang Fuxi.

All things considered, it made sense; Jiang Fuxi studied traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, her handwriting was as clever as it was skillful—forging handwriting was impossible for others but not for her.

The question was, “Did Jiang Fuxi and Zhou Xufang have a feud?”

Jiang Fuxi generally kept a low profile, and Qiao Nanchu didn’t know much about her. However, he had heard plenty of praises from the elders regarding the Jiang Family’s reputed young Miss.

Jiang Zhi’s explanation seemed biased, “Zhou Xufang never made enemies without reason; it was that woman, she’s sick.”

Qiao Nanchu couldn’t help but chuckle.

Jiang Zhi made a phone call, “Check where Jiang Fuxi is.”

Jiang Chuan’s confession was all hearsay with no evidence, the righteous path was unviable, Qiao Nanchu guessed that they might resort to less orthodox methods.

He drove casually, asking, “What did you say to Jiang Chuan when you avoided the camera?”

Jiang Zhi closed his eyes to rest and didn’t answer.

Since you are so loyal to Xu Jiuru, why not continue to serve her beneath the Nine Springs…

Forty minutes later, they arrived at the Fifth Hospital; Qiao Nanchu dropped off Jiang Zhi and returned to the Intelligence Department.

As Jiang Zhi pushed open the door, Zhou Xufang sat up.

“Jiang Zhi.”

He locked the door, walked to the bedside, “Are you still in pain? Feeling any better?”