Fang Siqi was angry, anxious, and aggrieved, her whole body trembling, and Mi Junyuan enfolded her into his arms, gently patting her.
Gu Junzhu said indifferently, "There are too many confusing issues. Let's follow the chronological order. Let's talk first about the death of Siqi's father."
He looked at Gu Chi: "Xiao Chi."
Gu Chi nodded, and from the hand of his subordinate behind him, he took over a tape recorder.
The tape recorder was of a very old-fashioned model, the kind that needed a cassette tape.
The cassette tape was already loaded. Gu Chi pressed the play button.
Soon, a weeping woman's voice sounded from the tape recorder: "Xiao Wan, I am your older sister. By the time you hear this recording, I am already dead. I can't take it anymore, I want to go find Pingyuan."
"That beast, Fang Haichuan, he raped me. Your brother-in-law saw it, and then Haichuan pushed your brother-in-law out of the window. Your brother-in-law is dead."
