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"I can't write. I'm too old to hold a pen."

With that, old lady Song closed her eyes. It looked like she was playing with a dead pig, unafraid of boiling water.

Yang Mu smiled indifferently. Since this was the case, it was time to prove his suspicions.

He walked to the side and took the account book from old lady Song's secretary. This was the account book that old lady Song told Yang Mu earlier about how many good deeds she had done.

This account book really has a history. In the first part, all of the records should have been written by Madam Song herself. From the way the books were recorded, it can be seen that the lines of words that I wrote were recited and transcribed from the account book.

"In the late autumn, when they went to visit children in the Great Pit Village, there were less than fifteen people and forty-three people. No one went to school, so they set up the Great Pit Village Primary School for them, but they bought a book, built a house, and asked for a teacher to keep it in mind. Perhaps, with just this little bit of effort, they would be able to change the fate of these children." These words.

Passing the account book to Wen Sijia, Yang Mu said:

"The second line of page 53 reads:"

Wen Sijia had nothing more to say to Yang Mu.

Just now, when old lady Song gave the account book to Yang Mu, Yang Mu seemed to be flipping through it carelessly. Why was it that he was able to remember every page and every line of words? This was someone who had never studied before? Isn't he too smart? His memory was extraordinary, he had photographic memory!

Yang Mu did not have a photographic memory, but he was sensitive to words. This was the only thing he had learned since he was young, so he was able to tell the difference just by flipping through it.

"The two fonts are obviously different, and the tone of the record is also different. The second line of page 53 was written by Mrs. Song herself, but it changed after that! Then, this account should have been recorded from twenty-seven years ago. Previously, it was written by Matriarch Song herself, so why would she start looking for someone to write it down for her seventeen years ago? He would never write it himself? An account that had been in the books for ten years had suddenly changed its habits. Something big must have happened! "What could it be?"

Yang Mu looked at the crowd. Everyone was listening intently, as if listening to a doubtful story.

Wen Sijia flipped through the account book. Yang Mu was indeed right. Starting from the third line of page 53, the following words were different from the ones written on it. Furthermore, the tone of the records had also changed.

For the past ten years, it had been written by Madame Song herself. For the next seventeen years, it could be seen that at least a few secretaries had changed their writing.

Wen Sijia felt that it was indeed a bit strange. Why was it that Madame Song did not take notes herself? After browsing through it for a long time, the words from the previous ten years never appeared again.

"The words from the previous ten years have disappeared and never appeared again."

Yang Mu looked at Wen Sijia as he spoke.

Winston felt a chill run down his spine.

Damn it, just as he thought this, Yang Mu actually said it again.

Do they really have the same thoughts? That was a ghost!

Yang Mu once again lowered his head to look at the pretending to be dead Matriarch Song, and indifferently said:

"It may seem like I was just flipping through the pages randomly, but I actually read the numerous words written at the back in detail. At least a third of the pages were selected. As long as the words from the previous ten years appear, I will be able to see it. Actually, this wasn't much to begin with. Although it made me curious, it was nothing more than this! But just now, your grandson went over to pull the wheelchair, and you used your feet to support the chair, I saw it clearly! It's not easy to see your movements, though, because your legs are covered with a blanket, and you might be able to see your outstretched feet only if you happen to look at them from where I stand for a second. However, I have managed to grasp this one second of the Heavenly Mystery. I see that you have really tapped the ground with your toes! "

At this point, Yang Mu laughed, and his eyes were filled with ridicule.

"I have always advocated this saying! If a person was abnormal, they would definitely have an ulterior motive! If you're not a cripple, why are you pretending to be one? I don't understand that! "But when I heard my wife say …"

Wen Sijia reacted for a long time before realizing that the wife Yang Mu was referring to was her!

It was like interrupting, but this analysis seemed to have reached a critical point, and she held back from speaking.

"But when I heard from my wife that this Madame Song had been lame for thirty years, I had a bold idea! Could it be that this Miss Song in front of us isn't actually Madame Song herself? Seventeen years ago, she had replaced the main character and entered the Song Family to pretend to be a cripple! The reason why she did not touch the account book again is because she could not imitate the words written by Madame Song herself! "

Yang Mu was unrelenting in his speech. Once he finished his sentence, the surroundings exploded.

"Impossible!"

"This brain hole is too big!"

"A fantasy story."

"Have you read too many suspense stories?"

"How could Old Madam Song be switched out?"

"That's right, the two points that you said could not prove this conjecture!"

Everyone started to shout one after another. They were all about to be driven mad by Yang Mu. This series of events caused everyone to feel that Yang Mu was a terrifying and frightening person. He was vicious, and he knew everything?

Yang Mu spread out his hands and smiled indifferently. Then, he pointed at old lady Song and said:

"What's your name? I said I was just guessing, so it's easy to deny me. The first is to take out this person's font for me to identify, and see if it's the same as the one that's missing from the account book! Second, get a doctor to examine her legs! I want to know from the medical examination perspective if these two legs can walk! "

Everyone quieted down. They felt that what Yang Mu said made sense. It would be clear if they just checked it.

At this moment, Countess Song, who had been sitting there quietly without moving, suddenly let out a laugh. Then, she raised her hand and removed the blanket covering her legs. Then, she trembled and struggled to stand up.

There was total silence at the scene. Everyone's eyes were wide open.

Yang Mu was actually right!

Mrs. Song could really stand up!

Madame Song stood up shakily and walked two steps forward. She had also used up a lot of strength and nearly fell down. After standing up with great difficulty, she said to everyone:

"This youngster is really amazing!" Alright, since I've already been seen, then I won't continue pretending. That's right, I can walk. I was treated three years ago! "However, I did not tell the children that everyone knew that the abilities of my three grandsons were quite ordinary, so I wanted them to continue to think that I was a cripple so that they could help me with …"

"Idiot!"

Yang Mu opened his mouth and scolded. It was a very crude scolding, and Wen Sijia frowned upon hearing it.

But before she could say anything, Yang Mu had already spoken.

"After a lie, other lies are usually needed to make a circle! It's just that you old thing, you're too stupid! You think you've been exposed, and you know that you'll be found out if you check it out, so you're anxious to lie! Your lie seems retarded! If you had had legs three years ago, you would have had good legs. However, you have been acting like a cripple for too long, and subconsciously think that you are still a cripple. Even if you stand up now, you should still look like one, trembling like you can't even move your feet! Was he stupid? If you, Tama, have been well for three years, and can still use your feet to support the ground to prevent the wheelchair from turning over, then your legs will have strength, is there a need to be like this? "

Madame Song was dumbfounded. She stood there stunned, unable to speak.

The surrounding people also immediately came to their senses!

That's right!

His leg healed three years ago!

So who do you look like you've just regained your health?

He stood up very slowly, as if his legs were rusty. Now that he was standing, his legs were still bent, trembling, as if he would fall down at any moment.

If you admit that your legs are good, then that means that you really used your legs to support the wheelchair just now. That means that your legs are quite strong. Now that he was showing such a state, it was clear that it was a fraud. He really was foolish!

However, most people did not think of this at the first possible moment.

They were shocked that Old Madam Song was actually able to stand up.

Yang Mu's train of thought was obviously broader, but when she stood up, he was thinking of a discordant place.

Wen Sijia exhaled lightly. She felt a little dazed.

Yang Mu had brought her too many surprises today.

He didn't have much energy now. When he was alone again, he would think about him. Just what the hell was this person!?

Yang Mu continued speaking when no one else spoke.

"Actually, no matter how you act, it is not important anymore. Because you have already told a huge lie, your words cannot be trusted! I am now trying to find evidence to prove that you are not Mrs. Song! Everyone knew that Uncle Song was a highly respected elder. In this era, if he wanted to be respected by everyone, he had to have a clever material in addition to being kind. I've heard about this old lady of the Song Family. She just said it herself, all three brothers were dead, and it was her, a woman, who inherited the family business. At this point, she is one of the richest people in Hanning, even if the family has billions or billions of dollars in assets. Such a person must be very clever! "Then, I am curious. Such a capable person personally groomed her grandson Song Lihe, and he actually groomed him to be such a fool?"

Everyone followed Yang Mu's finger and looked over. Song Li was still sitting limply on the ground with a dumbfounded look on his face. There was even a puddle of water on the ground. He was probably pissing himself.

Do you know how to be frightened by Yang Mu's death? It was truly useless.

Yang Mu faintly said: "Bringing such a useless grandson by his side, is it because of him, or is it because of his stupidity, convenient for you to do things? Actually, there is another place that I suspect the most. I killed Song Lixing! Her own grandson! Even if she was selfless to the extreme, she didn't want to put me to death and wanted to dissolve the fight? Humph! That was because his own grandson had been killed! "If there is anyone who wants to kill my grandson, then I will definitely kill their entire family and wipe out all nine of their clans!"

Yang Mu's words were full of vigor. Then, he looked at the old lady and said softly:

"Then I guess you might not be their grandmother, Mrs. Song! "Then who are you?"

"Hmph, I am Madame Song! Even if I have lied, it is my freedom. You still do not have the evidence to prove that I am not Madame Song herself! "

The old lady sat back in her wheelchair and began to boil water again.

Yang Mu sneered and suddenly kicked the old lady in between her legs.

The old lady cried out in pain.

Yang Mu laughed out loud and said:

"As expected! So you aren't even a woman! It's an old man! "