Jiang Yuming took the letter and browsed through it.

It was exactly the same as what I had stated before.

At this moment, he noticed a red desk lamp on the writing desk out of the corner of his eye.

There was a yellow sticky note attached to the lampshade.

"What's this?" Jiang Yuming pointed at the sticky note and asked.

"Oh, this is a reminder note for me to take my medication on time. I have high blood pressure and need to take my medicine three times a day. My memory isn't very good, so Xiaonan wrote many notes and stuck them all over the room to remind me."

Father tore off the sticky note and handed it to Jiang Yuming.

Sure enough, the sticky note had three time points written on it.

Next to the red desk lamp were two small medicine bottles.

They contained pills to control blood pressure.

Jiang Yuming walked around the other rooms a few more times.

He found yellow sticky notes everywhere.

"Were you very surprised when you received the first letter?"

Jiang Yuming stood in front of the mirror and asked the dejected figure in the mirror.

"Yes, I was extremely puzzled. Those days were the lowest point in my life. I had lost my wife and my daughter. So that letter seemed to herald some good news."

"Why did you think it was good news?"

"Because I did receive five hundred yuan, and the dead man had nothing to do with me. Saying something so heartless, you must think I'm very cruel, right?"

"And how could I not understand that such thoughts are wrong and selfish? But I couldn't control the excitement in my heart from getting a bargain."

"I guess people have the nature of loving small advantages? Human nature is inherently evil... Speaking of which, Xiaonan had a brief encounter with the first man who died."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yuming asked, puzzled.

I fell into my memories, "The night before I received the seven hundred yuan, I ran into that man named Zhao Wei at the supermarket. His ID card fell to the ground, and when I picked it up for him, I saw his name was Zhao Wei."

"How did you know Zhao Wei was dead?"

"Xiaonan saw the news on the bulletin board at the entrance of the community. Although Zhao Wei's name was not written, I felt the deceased should be him, as the time he left the supermarket matched up."

"Moreover, I received seven hundred yuan. If Zhao Wei hadn't died, why would the person who sent the letter give me money?"

"The letter said Zhao Wei was dead, so I could get the money. Detective, do you think my reasoning makes sense?"

The person in the mirror turned sideways and asked, the profile looking a bit eerie.