Qin Mengsha's suicide was real.
Ah Gui brought over some photographs. Qin Mengsha's face had many injuries, was decayed, and her neck had a cut, her carotid artery was severed, and she was covered in blood when she died.
When Qiao Zhiyi saw those photographs, she felt somewhat nauseated.
For some reason, she had an indescribable feeling toward Qin Mengsha.
"So she just died like that," Qiao Zhiyi could hardly accept it.
Ah Gui said, "The body had already been cremated by the time I got there."
"That quickly?"
"Yes," Ah Gui looked at Shi Jingzhou, "You suspect something too?"
Shi Jingzhou's fingers tapped lightly on the bloody photographs, "She wasn't someone who would commit suicide."
"Indeed," Ah Gui stared at the photographs, "Do you think it's fake?"
"Her face was destroyed; who knows if it's real or fake," said Shi Jingzhou, his expression grave, "If she really is dead, that'd actually be better. But if it's a fake death, that's going to cause a lot of trouble."
