"Then just sell it." As the words were spoken, the leading lady also breathed her last.

In fact, leukemia is no longer an incurable disease; as long as there is a matching bone marrow, it can be treated, but none of her family members could match.

Was it really a mismatch?

In the end, the house was sold at a reduced price, in a hurry, to a doctor.

Initially, when reading the script, Little Taotie didn’t quite understand it, but now recalling it, she fully comprehended.

With her experience from reading numerous detective novels, she could see the slyness in it.

The doctor was the one who swapped the matching report, and the sister reached an agreement with this doctor, stating the amount of reward, perhaps ten thousand, maybe twenty thousand, or even more, but if there were transfer records, it would be easily discovered. They thought of a brilliant idea: the doctor happened to want to buy a house, and the sister proposed to sell the house to the doctor at a discount of tens of thousands, which was, in essence, the agreed-upon bribery money.

In front of the agent, the sister pretended to meet the doctor for the first time and told the doctor that her boyfriend was the owner of a full-pack renovation company and could offer them a very favorable discount.

The doctor appeared to be very busy with no time to renovate the house, agreed to this matter in front of the agent.

The doctor, who initially thought the house was decent and didn’t need renovation, agreed to the renovation, and the sister’s boyfriend then remodeled the house in an all-inclusive manner.

The conclusion left many things unspoken, but upon reasoning, it became clear that the author had suspicions in mind, knowing her illness might be related to this renovation, though not knowing where the renovation had tampered. Later, as she was gravely ill, lying in bed, she had no energy to find someone to test, but this ending she wrote in her last moments expressed her inner doubts.

After the author died of leukemia, the publisher contacted the author’s brother, learned that the author completed this book on her sickbed, considered it her posthumous work, knowing her for a long time, and knew she surely wanted it published, thus they published this novel. Soon it was noticed by the director, who wanted to film a special on the Time-Space Monster Management Bureau.

The brother apparently did not see the metaphor in the ending, otherwise, he wouldn’t have let this book come out.

Chen Zi sighed: "Although everything can be guessed, the evidence has been wiped clean, it’s hard to uncover the events of those years."

Little Taotie clenched her small fist: "I will help her make the truth public! Also, this way of using renovation as a murder should be known to more people and exposed, otherwise, those unaware are easily harmed!"

Chen Zi saw the little girl full of confidence, and did not discourage her.

...

When Little Taotie went to work at the Special Department, she went upstairs to find Shen Cang as soon as she arrived at the Ancient Castle. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Shen Cang did not expect the little girl’s solemn face early in the morning, like someone owed her money.

"What’s wrong? Who offended you?"

Little Taotie’s face was serious, her voice faintly tinged with anger: "Head Grandpa, you must handle this matter!"

She poured out her words in a rush, and after finishing, took a big gasp of air.

Shen Cang handed her a cup of warm water.

Little Taotie accepted it, but did not drink immediately, instead staring at Shen Cang with bright eyes, "Head Grandpa, are you going to manage this?"

Shen Cang shook his head: "No."

Little Taotie put the cup on the table, not intending to drink anymore, and said angrily: "Why not manage it? If there is unfairness, it should be managed!"