The prospect of soon having tens of thousands of yuan made Feng Lan’s ambitions run wild. The more she thought about it, the more useless Qin Jiqun seemed to her. ’Once I actually have money, I’m dumping him!’

Feng Dayong nodded. "Alright, that’s the plan!"

While they were plotting, Qin Jiao met up with Shen Yi. And as it happened, Shen Yi had actually found out about a crime Feng Dayong had committed. But he didn’t elaborate, instead whispering, "Come on, let’s talk in your space."

Qin Jiao was starting to regret letting him know about her space. He hadn’t told anyone—not even Grandpa Du or Aunt Du—but she couldn’t stop him from wanting to go there all the time.

And annoyingly, he always managed to come up with some perfectly justifiable reason to go.

Every time they entered the space, it was just the two of them, completely alone. It wasn’t that Qin Jiao was shy; after all, she had seen this man at his most flustered and his most emotional. They had seen every side of each other.

She was just a bit unnerved by it and didn’t want any more overly close contact with Shen Yi. She hoped they could get to North City soon so they could go their separate ways.

But for now, to catch Feng Dayong, they had to call a temporary truce.

Once inside the space, Shen Yi relaxed completely. He took out some photos and said, "Feng Dayong’s wife has a younger female cousin, a very pretty elementary school teacher. Feng Dayong took a liking to her, hatched a wicked plan, and lured her to his house. The young woman fought back fiercely, but he lost control and strangled her to death. Fearing he’d be exposed and with nowhere to dispose of the body, he buried her in the backyard of the house he’s living in now."

Among the photos Shen Yi had brought, there was one of the elementary school teacher, another of Feng Dayong’s wife with the teacher, and, additionally, the police report filed by the teacher’s family.

The last photo was of the backyard at Feng Dayong’s house, showing the ground beneath a jujube tree.

Qin Jiao was shocked. "If that’s true, that bastard deserves to die ten thousand times over! But how did you find all this out?"

"In our last life, you mentioned that Feng Dayong killed that old woman. I was bored later on, so I looked into it and discovered he had other lives on his hands. This particular murder only came to light after his house was sold; the new buyers found the body while cleaning the yard and reported it. I wasn’t sure if he had killed the girl yet in this timeline. Like you said, since we remembered, we should try to save her if we can. However, I found out she’s been missing for a long time. Also, when I went to his yard, I found a few long hairs under that jujube tree."

Feng Dayong’s wife has short, curly hair, but the missing elementary school teacher had long hair.

That elementary school teacher actually worked at Xiao Shi’s school, though she taught one of the upper grades, not Xiao Shi’s class.

Qin Jiao said, "That bastard. If he really dares to come to my house and steal, I’ll beat him half to death! He’s an absolute animal!"

"Can you guys handle it?"

"It’s no problem. We’ve set traps. Also, when you hear a commotion, go report it to the police right away, okay?"

"Okay." Shen Yi paused, his gaze softening as he watched Qin Jiao’s furious expression. ’Jiao Jiao is beautiful even when she’s angry,’ he realized. ’I wonder if she’s just as beautiful when she’s hitting someone.’

Meanwhile, Qin Jiao looked at the photos and documents, saying in frustration, "It’s one thing for Feng Dayong to be a scumbag, but what’s with his wife? That was her own cousin! How could she be so cold-hearted?"