I never expected Zhang Man to have such extensive connections. I quickly asked her who it was, and she told me it was the boss of Xinli Aquatic Products. She often buys discounted pomfrets from them and would recognize him even if he were burned to ashes.

What? Just like what Cheng Xinghe said, could that thief actually be a wealthy man? But why would a wealthy man go to someone else's house to steal? Could there be some misunderstanding?

However, the dead body of the thief did have the foreman's wife's gold necklace, which means he was caught red-handed with the stolen goods. Could it be like what the news says, some people have psychological disorders and don't steal for money but simply for the thrill of it?

No matter what, although the thief broke into the house, his crime was not severe enough to deserve death. It was normal for him to feel resentment after his death. But since it was an accident, the foreman's wife was also not guilty of a capital crime. Following normal procedures, we should try to mediate first. If he still insisted, we would have to force him to leave. After they both died, they could go to the City God to seek justice.

At this moment, Zhang Man continued, "Also, I've always felt that that woman's money came from somewhere shady. I asked Lao Si a long time ago. He only earns about a hundred thousand yuan a year as a foreman, which is less than what I earn from investing. But where does his wife, who works as a customer service representative, get the money to buy such expensive bags and buy so many of them?"

That's right, there were indeed traces of illicit wealth on the foreman's wife's face.

Suddenly, I had an idea and asked Zhang Man if she had a photo of the aquatic products boss.

Zhang Man was quite resourceful. She flipped through her phone and found the thief's WeChat. "He said he would notify about promotions on his Moments, so I added him. Take a look."

Cheng Xinghe also leaned in to take a look and nodded repeatedly, "That's right, the person lying on that woman's body is this guy."

The photo showed a man in his thirties, with a stocky build and a short stature, much like how Cheng Xinghe described him. He was dressed like a typical nouveau riche, covered in garish logos, and had a thick gold chain around his neck.

Upon closer inspection of his face, it seemed that his wealthy appearance was not just for show. His forehead was prominent, indicating that he was well-provided for by his parents and came from a wealthy family. His chin was also very full, and not just that, he even had multiple chins - a sign that he owned a lot of property.

His children's palace was rounded and had a double glow, suggesting that he had both sons and daughters. His奸门was also full, indicating that his wife was beautiful. In theory, this should be the face of a winner in life.

But the problem lay in his eyebrows.

His eyebrows were called "broken broom".

Broom eyebrows are common. They are dense at the inner corners and spread out widely at the ends, resembling a broom. People with such eyebrows are prone to prison disasters. The "broken broom" refers to a break in the middle of the eyebrows, making it look like a broken broomstick and broom head. People with such eyebrows are destined to die before the age of forty, and it will be a violent death - killed by someone.

Combined with his drooping, bell-shaped eyes - just as I suspected - I knew why he was so obsessed with the foreman's wife.

So I turned around and went back to the foreman's house. When Zhang Man saw me leaving, she called out to me, telling me not to say that it was her who told me.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard the foreman's cries. When I rushed over, I saw that the foreman's wife's self-harm had escalated - she was trying to bite her own tongue! The foreman, who loved his wife deeply, stuck his own hand in her mouth to let her bite!

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I asked Cheng Xinghe to help, while I observed the qi in the room.

The room was indeed shrouded in a layer of dark sha qi, and there was a faint golden glow in the northwest corner.

Gold represents wealth, which corresponded to the woman's illicit wealth. Beneath the sha qi, there was a hint of peach blossom red.

I used to not be able to see the peach blossom red so clearly. Apparently, my ability to observe qi had improved!

I went over to take a look and found a European-style cabinet with a password lock on it.

I asked the foreman what this place was for.

The foreman took a look and said that it was his wife's makeup cabinet. It was filled with her treasures, and she had told him not to touch anything inside because they were delicate. He had never opened it before.

That must be it, then. I asked Cheng Xinghe to help me open the door. The foreman was greatly alarmed and asked what we were going to do. If we broke it, his wife would beat him up when she woke up!

I said that if we wanted to save his wife, we needed to break this thing open.

Upon hearing this, the foreman didn't hesitate anymore and quickly fetched us a small ax.

We smashed it open and found cosmetics inside, as well as a large duffel bag.

I opened the duffel bag and saw that it was filled with money.

Cheng Xinghe widened his eyes and said, "Little brother, you've really grown in your abilities. You can even find treasures now! Next time, let's go tomb raiding. I think it'll make more money than this."

Are you crazy? You want me, a feng shui expert, to go tomb raiding?

The foreman's eyes also widened in surprise: "How could our family have so much money?"

The money was heavy. I had never seen so much cash before, at least a few hundred thousand yuan.

The foreman then wept looking at his wife: "Master, you see how virtuous my wife is. She saves money by living frugally and has saved up so much money for me. I really married well..."

I looked at the foreman and asked, "How much do you give your wife each year?"

The foreman hesitated for a moment and said, "At most, a hundred thousand. You know, as a man, I have to have some spending money and money for cigarettes. I also like to add Wang Zhong Wang to my pancakes."

Who cares about your breakfast money and cigarette money? I asked him again how much his wife earned each month.

"Three thousand five hundred," he replied.

I asked him again how many years they had been married.

The foreman blinked and said, "Two and a half years."

Well, that settles it - even if you two don't eat, drink, use water or electricity, or have a mortgage, that's only about two hundred thousand yuan, right? Where did the extra hundred thousand come from? Did it grow in the duffel bag?

The foreman finally realized what was going on and looked at me with a stupid expression, slapping his thigh and saying, "Ah, could it be that my wife won the lottery? I knew it! I married well!"

Win the lottery? Your wife has thin earlobes and a nose that curves like a crescent moon, indicating a lack of blessings. She doesn't have the face of someone who can acquire wealth on her own.

But I breathed a sigh of relief. Things had turned out just as I had suspected.

At that moment, the foreman's wife stopped struggling and stared straight ahead at the money.

I looked at her and said, "This money should belong to you, right?"

The foreman's wife looked at me and suddenly burst into tears, crying, "I died unjustly! I died so unjustly! This woman killed me!"

As she spoke, she slapped herself repeatedly, causing her nose to bleed.

The foreman immediately said, "Master, are you mistaken? That can't be true! That thief came to our house to steal things. How could he give us money? Besides, where did a thief get so much money?"

If your wife can have it, why can't a boss who runs a business have it?

So I said to his wife, "I'm telling you now that we're not here to help this woman but to seek justice for you. Do you believe me?"

His wife stared at me with dead eyes and still spoke with a man's voice: "Really?"

I nodded: "We who eat the Yin-Yang rice don't lie, otherwise, we'll be struck by lightning."

As soon as Cheng Xinghe heard this, he immediately distanced himself from me and said, "You can say what you want, but don't include me."

His wife still had some doubts, so I coaxed her: "Think carefully. You were originally a perfectly respectable boss. If you don't tell the truth, you'll only have the reputation of a thief. Would dying really be an honorable thing?"

"This reputation would be a disgrace to your parents and children. How will your children be able to hold their heads up in the future? Won't they be bullied at school? Won't your parents be stabbed in the back? How will your wife face her parents' family?"

"Stop it!" The words obviously hit the thief's weak spot, and he grabbed his hair and burst into tears.

The contractor was completely confused about what was happening inside: "Master, are you saying that there's a misunderstanding about this thief's death?"

Of course, he's not a thief. Just looking at his eyes, which are drooping like a bell, it's clear that he's prone to adultery when he goes out. And your wife has arched eyebrows and hooked eyes, which are the features of a slut. What good could these two be up to when they're together in your house? He must be your wife's lover.

"I'll tell you!" His wife finally raised her tear-stained face: "I'll tell you everything, just please tell my family that I'm not a thief!"