What Should I Do If I Suspect My Husband Is the Murderer? [Suspense]

2007, Winter, New Year's Eve, Qinghe Town. The window in the living room does not close tightly, and the night wind blows and the window frame bangs. Sugar Baby knelt on the sofa, put his hands on his forehead, and looked out the window. In the distance, the shadows of trees were whirling, mist was lingering, and the whistling wind was mixed with a dull "plop" sound. Sugar Baby leaned forward, trying to figure out what the sound was. Her mother came over, patted her head and told her to wash up, and then closed the curtains. There were ripples on the lake surface seventy meters away, but they were fleeting and soon returned to calm. In 2014, Shanghai. Nan Xun suspected that her husband of four years was hiding something from her. When did something wrong with Ji Wenzhou start? Nan Xun thought for a while, probably... After the skeleton was discovered in Qinghe Town. Reading guide: *Dual timeline + multiple perspectives; *The heroine Nan Xun, the sugar baby mentioned in the copywriting has no direct relationship with the case. ---------------------------------- Pre-receipt: Starting from his disappearance [Suspense] "Would a person who follows the rules and do things like two points and one line suddenly change his habits?" The person who asked this question was Xia Yang, my ex, a passionate and unrestrained woman. I don't want to talk more about Xia Yang. When she scolded me that my mind was smaller than the eye of a needle and dumped me so cruelly, she definitely didn't expect that she would ask for help from me. My mind is indeed smaller than the eye of a needle, but considering the high commission fee, I will be more open-minded for the time being. "Can you tell me in detail, Sister Xia Yang?" The person who answered was Xiang Siyan, my assistant and a good-tempered little brother. Oh, by the way, he is also Xia Yang's ex. Compared to me, he doesn't care so much about him being the one being dumped. Xia Yang's current boyfriend disappeared just a week before they were to get engaged. On Friday, the 13th of last month, the man carried his computer bag and held an old thermos filled with wolfberry berries. He got off work at 6:30 on time, got on the second subway car at 6:42 on time, and exited the No. 2 Subway station at 7:03 on time. The last time surveillance captured him, he kept an elegant smile and walked into a five-story old house that was to be demolished. Then no one saw him again. Mission: Protect justice and explore the truth