When the people in the theater troupe received the new script for “The Ghost Wife Buries Her Husband” yesterday, they were all quite surprised.

However, the plot inside couldn’t help but make them think of Gao Dali. Combined with the specific instruction that this matter absolutely must not be known to Gao Dali, it pointed all suspicion even more directly at Gao Dali.

So from last night until they went on stage to perform, everyone kept it hidden and said nothing!

At this moment, when Ji Yunshu spoke the four words “Gao Dali is undoubtedly the murderer,” although everyone was somewhat prepared, they were still shocked.

Li Cheng directly stood up and walked over, pointing at Gao Dali: “So you’re the murderer! You killed them!”

He was extremely angry.

But Gao Dali remained very calm.

As if he were listening to something completely unrelated to himself.

But judging from his expression, he had clearly already accepted what Ji Yunshu was saying.

He asked: “Since you already know, why didn’t you have someone come arrest me?”

Ji Yunshu said: “Because I knew you wouldn’t run away. If you wanted to escape, you would have done so long ago, and you wouldn’t have moved Wang Jun’s and Zhao Zhuang’er’s skeletal remains onto the stage for so many people to see! Moreover, I still had some things I hadn’t figured out, such as… why did you kill Zhao Zhuang’er and Wang Jun? What was your relationship with Shui Yan? So I still needed to continue investigating.”

“And now, have you figured it out?”

“I had people investigate you. It turns out you and Shui Yan both originally came from Yantai County, and before she met Wang Jun, you two already knew each other. Before she came to Yiwu, she worked as a courtesan in a brothel. You exhausted every means to buy out her contract, and afterward, Xiao Qu came to Yiwu, and you followed her here. But since arriving here, you never contacted each other privately, as if you were two complete strangers. This puzzle still confuses me. I also examined Shui Yan’s skeletal remains and discovered that her ribs had contusions, and there was a fatal impact wound on the occipital bone at the back of her head. This led me to conclude that most likely Wang Jun wanted to be with Zhao Zhuang’er, so he deliberately killed Shui Yan, then claimed publicly that Shui Yan had died of illness. But you knew the truth, so you were determined to avenge her, which is why you successively killed Wang Jun and Zhao Zhuang’er.”

Ji Yunshu used an extremely certain tone.

After listening, Gao Dali laughed again!

He didn’t realize that his story would be grasped so accurately by an outsider.

He looked around. At this moment, pairs of eyes were staring at him.

As if looking at someone utterly evil and unforgivable.

Those “colleagues” who had worked with him for so many years also looked at him with surprised and fearful expressions.

It made his heart turn cold.

In their eyes, he was a perverted yet cruel and violent murderer.

He smiled once more, suddenly understanding: “So this play was performed for me to see.”

Ji Yunshu: “I asked Young Master Song to write a new script overnight and send it to the Zhao Family Troupe, telling them to simply perform according to what was written, but this matter could not be disclosed to you.”

“So I was the only one who didn’t know?”

“To be precise, yes!”

Everyone in the troupe knew except him.

Gao Dali: “I never expected this! I thought my plan was flawless, but you still saw through the flaws.”

Almost every murderer says this.

Ji Yunshu: “Things have already reached this point. Are you still unwilling to tell your story?”

“My story, my story…” Gao Dali repeated the words, his tall body swaying unsteadily. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with pain.

His makeup-smeared face scrunched up tightly.

His hands hung powerlessly at his sides as he walked with trembling steps to the very front of the stage, raising his head high.

He closed his eyes slightly.

After a long while, he took a breath and said in a heavy tone: “Yan’er and I… did indeed know each other from a very long time ago. She was born in a brothel, a flower of the pleasure quarters. Every day she lived in great pain, and I was a cook in the brothel. From the first moment I saw Yan’er, I had already fallen in love with her, loved everything about her. But she often told me that she was an impure woman, unworthy of me. But I didn’t care about any of that at all. For her, I was willing to do anything! I exhausted every means to buy her out of the brothel. Not long after, she left me behind and came alone to Yiwu. I followed her here afterward. But she said that because of her disgraceful past, she wanted to forget it completely, so no matter what, she refused to have any further contact with me. I could only silently watch over her, and in the end, watched helplessly as she married Wang Jun. I… could do nothing.”

Speaking to this point, he was filled with both hatred and pain!

His voice trembled even more violently.

Everyone present held their breath and continued listening.

Gao Dali slowly turned to look at Ji Yunshu. His originally pained eyes gradually filled with murderous cruelty and visible killing intent as he continued: “But then suddenly one day, Wang Jun told us that Yan’er had died! Only I didn’t believe it, because I knew Yan’er couldn’t possibly have died of illness. So after her body was buried, I dug up her corpse. I saw the wound on her head. It was Wang Jun who killed her, it was Wang Jun who killed her! He and Zhao Zhuang’er joined forces to kill her—it wasn’t a mistake as the play portrayed at all.”

He shouted loudly.

Veins bulged on his forehead.

Ji Yunshu asked him, “Since you knew Shui Yan was killed by them, why didn’t you report it to the authorities?”

“Report to the authorities?” Wang Jun’s face was full of bitterness. “She had already been buried. Moreover… I only discovered it after digging up her skeletal remains. In others’ eyes, I would be the one who looked like the murderer, so no one would believe me at all. I swore that I would not only kill them, but I would also make their crimes known to the world, let everyone know they were the murderers who killed Shui Yan. So I could only keep waiting! Three years ago, I learned that Zhao Zhuang’er had contracted a muscular skeletal disease. If she died, then everyone would think she died of illness and wouldn’t suspect me at all. That night, I disguised myself to look like Yan’er and secretly went to their home, smothering Zhao Zhuang’er to death with a pillow. Who would have known that Wang Jun would come into the room and catch me. He thought I was Yan’er’s ghost come to claim his life and was scared half to death on the spot, shouting that there was a ghost. He was afraid people would find out about his killing of Yan’er, so he also falsely claimed that Zhao Zhuang’er died of illness, and no one suspected me. As for Wang Jun, I was always looking for a chance to kill him! I was also waiting for an opportunity to tell everyone about their crimes, until the script for ‘The Ghost Wife Buries Her Husband’ appeared. I knew my chance had finally come.”

He laughed heartily.

The hatred and pain in his heart seemed to be satisfied at this moment.