In spring, Feng Qihang departed.

His farewell ceremony was quite grand, but for someone of his stature, it appeared rather shabby.

The one presiding over the event—his only brother—was reluctant to spend money.

After the host finished recounting the legendary life of Feng Qihang, I followed the crowd to circle around the body.

I looked at him, thinking that his biggest regret in the end must have been the final verdict for Zhang Fengxia.

Although it would definitely be a death sentence, the specific execution time was very important.

Because Feng Qihang had previously written a letter of forgiveness for this “wife” of his.

This means that, legally, Zhang Fengxia still had the right to inherit!

Jin Wenyu looked quite good today. She held a child in each hand, and there was an irrepressible smile on her face.

After all, the one lying in the coffin was just her ex-husband, at most the legal father of her two children.

After the ceremony, Lao Yang and I followed tradition and did not go to the cemetery. We walked at the back.

“Lawyer Gao, would you like to have a cup of coffee?”

Jin Wenyu stopped a Porsche beside us, and there was no sign of the children in the car.

Lao Yang glanced at me and stepped aside to let me get in the car.

It was still that same café. Before entering the private room, I looked around but didn't see that waitress.

“What's the matter?” Jin Wenyu asked.

“The girl I'd met a few times before, has she left?”

She looked stunned, then immediately smiled brightly, “Yes. Nothing escapes your notice, does it?”

She took off her sunglasses and placed them on the table, “The usual, a cappuccino, and add a story?”

I nodded and smiled, quietly piecing together the final part of the whole story—the criminal motive.

Thirteen years ago, Zhang Fengxia’s young farmer husband was introduced by a friend to a private mine that lacked safety facilities and had loose management but decent income.

Unexpectedly, just three days after entering the mine, a truck with malfunctioning brakes took the man's life.

The mine owner, keen to make money quickly, didn't report to the authorities and directly compensated the family to settle the matter.

A life was worth two hundred thousand yuan thirteen years ago.

So, Su Fugui, Xia Ah San, and a few others, who claimed to be his brothers, not only took the two hundred thousand yuan but also scattered the ashes!

As a friend, Feng Qihang stood by silently the entire time and even pocketed sixty thousand yuan.

—But actually, the accident was faked.

Those people specialized in killing and disguising it as mine accidents to extort money, colloquially known as “pig butchering scams”!

Those introduced to various private mines under different pretexts were called “pigs.”

When a “pig” died, the compensation went to those demons.

Their families would henceforth lose all contact with their sons, husbands, fathers, and brothers, neither alive nor dead!

I remembered, Jin Wenyu told me that Feng Qihang made his fortune by “slaughtering pigs”!

As it turns out, this “pig” is not that “pig”!