The signature, the mailing records, Huang Shaolong's confession, the source of the rat poison.
And of course, there was the smoking gun: fipronil had been detected in the samples from both Fu Lanting and Guo Jinhua.
"That's not right."
Even when presented with this evidence, Guo Jinhua just shook his head, pointing at Huang Shaolong's photo. "I've never seen this man, and I never paid him for any rat poison."
"When we were in Qiong Province, we never went to this so-called Dongfeng Farmers' Market, and we didn't eat any seafood."
"You… you're lying to me! I was poisoned too! I'm the victim! You can't do this."
He argued frantically, and by the end, he looked so aggrieved he was on the verge of tears.
"My life is already in shambles. My daughter died from her illness, my wife was poisoned by someone, and then there's me. Just look at me!"
He pointed at himself, then rolled up a sleeve to show Yang Zeran the massive bulge on his arm, formed from his dialysis treatments.
