In Yanjing Hospital.
Ye Shikai, carrying a fruit basket, came to visit Xie Dong.
"Mr. Xie, how are you feeling now?" Ye Shikai asked the Xie Dong on the hospital bed, speaking indifferently.
"Much better, thank you, Mr. Ye." Xie Dong showed a faint smile. "Mr. Ye, I heard that you have solved the case, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Xie, take a look." Ye Shikai handed him a newspaper, the headline of which was about last night's case solved at the chemical plant. Xie Dong looked at the newspaper and heaved a long sigh of relief.
"Mr. Xie, do you know who killed your wife?" Suddenly, Ye Shikai's sharp gaze fixed on Xie Dong's face, and Ye Shikai keenly noticed a slight change in Xie Dong's complexion, and a tremble in his fingers.
"It was you who killed them, right, Mothman?" Ye Shikai, startlingly, slowly stood up, looking meaningfully at Xie Dong on the bed.
"Ah, Mr. Ye, you are a smart man." Xie Dong's face fell and he remained silent for a long time before he spoke.
