Qing'er is dead.

The blood was bleeding from seven orifices, and her originally white and seductive breasts were caught so badly that they died.

The hero received the news early in the morning and rushed to Zuixiang Tower as soon as possible. The moment he saw Qing'er's body, he suddenly understood why he was always panicked and unable to remain peaceful yesterday.

Zuixiang Tower was run by my elder sister, and it is not a secret that my elder sister is in charge of Ye Xiao’s affairs. According to common sense, if Qing’er has any special information, she should report it to her.

Of course, he chose to tell him specifically, which can also be explained that he happened to be there, and Qing'er wanted to win the favor of the young palace master, which is also the reason why he failed to notice the abnormality at the first time.

However, according to Qing'er, Xie Dacheng was not mentioned recently about "Changshengmaru". Yi Qing'er's profit-oriented personality, let alone being unsure whether it is true or not, even if she knows it is fake, she should report it as soon as possible.

Because everyone knows that the Night Owl Spy is just about catching wind and shadows.

In other words, Qing'er mentioned Xie Dacheng to him yesterday, which was a trap against him!

He didn't know what to do, but he could be sure that it was because of his own sensitivity and vigilance to danger that he was restless, and he subconsciously avoided it. He did not directly participate in the arrest of Xie Dacheng, but chose to go to the fourth storehouse of the second store.

This may be one of the additional abilities of the divine realm on earth. Although it is obscure, it has extraordinary significance.

Qing'er was naked and fell to the dressing table. She seemed to be trying to save herself before she died, and struggled to climb out of the bed.

Look at her appearance, she should have had circles and crosses before her death. If she had the technological means of her previous life, the hero would definitely open up her indescribable places to find evidence at the first time. Unfortunately, in this era, even systematic fingerprint identification cannot be achieved, and it is even more impossible to test hair and body fluids.

Unwillingly, he checked carefully on the tables, chairs, tea sets and beds, but found nothing. The hero returned to Qing'er's body, frowned and murmured to himself: "You want to save yourself, why don't you go to the door, but come to the dressing table?"

He walked around the dressing table twice, and found no mechanism or abnormality. Although the items on it were messy, it seemed that everything should be there, except for a powder box the size of a palm.

The powder box was held in Qing'er's hands, very tight, and it was taken out by the coroner with both hands.

After someone called Qing'er's maid in and confirmed that there was nothing missing on the dressing table, the hero picked up the pink box, opened the lid and smelled it. It was a faint fragrance of flowers, which seemed normal.

Pour all the powder in the box and hand it over to a professional for inspection. The hero put the box in his arms and squatted down and said to Qing'er: "Looking at how you look before you die, I believe you want to say something through this point.

Don't worry, I received it. Although I can't guess what you mean, I promise you that I will do my best to investigate the murderer, for you and for myself.

So, rest in peace!”

He reached out and covered the girl's eyes full of fear and resentment.

Although Qing'er tried to harm her yesterday, the person was dead and he could not vent his anger at a corpse.

The coroner who was waiting could carry the body away. The hero walked out of the room and came downstairs. Ying Lan, who was listening to the report from his subordinates, immediately raised her hand to stop him and asked him: "Have you found anything?"

The hero took out the powder box: "The key should be on this box, but I can't think of what Qing'er wants to express through it for the time being."

Ying Lan took it over and looked at it, saying, "This box is well-made, it should be made by a famous craftsman and it is expensive. Perhaps, it was given to her by a certain customer, and that person is the murderer?"

"No. I asked, this box was bought by Qing'er," said the hero, "I'm not very familiar with your women's supplies. Please take a closer look. Is there anything special about it?"

Ying Lan looked at it for a long time and shook her head: "Apart from the fact that it is a lacquerware and is relatively rare, I can't see anything."

lacquerware?

It was like a flash of lightning struck in my mind, and the hero grabbed the box and rushed back to Qing'er's room upstairs.

Soon, he came back with a complicated expression and said to Yinglan: "It is the only lacquerware on the dressing table, and this should be the key."

Ying Lan was stunned and then frowned: "What can the only lacquerware mean?"

The hero opened his mouth, but finally said, "I don't know. However, this is at least a direction of thinking, which is better than being confused."

"Okay! I will send someone to check all the shops that operate lacquerware in Shuangzhou City." As he said that, Ying Lan showed pity on her face, touched his face, and said, "Looking at your haggard appearance, you just came back from Bannu Mountain the day before yesterday and were injured again yesterday. Your vitality has not recovered. Go back and rest. There is a sister here!"

The hero nodded: "Then I'm leaving. Try not to let too many people know about lacquerware, especially its uniqueness, no one can say."

"Why?"

"I have some idea, but I can't confirm it yet. I will tell you after I think it through."

When leaving Zuixiang Tower, the hero found Dong Yaoniang from the girls watching not far away. Looking at the girl's look of thrilling in fear, his first reaction was to take her back to Bilianyuan, but then rejected it again.

Because in public perception, there was a disagreement between the two, bringing Dong Yaoniang back would implicate her in danger.

With a hard heart and retracted his gaze, the hero boarded the carriage and ordered Yinghe to go to the Baji Palace.

"Jia Qiao, you said, why are there so many people betray the people they are close to? Is it really that human nature is evil?"

In the swaying carriage, the hero lies in his arms with his eyes closed and his tone is quiet.

The young master has many profound questions these two days, so Jia Qiao can only bite the bullet and work hard to carry out the "sports" that he is the least good at - thinking.

After a while, she twisted her face and said, "I'm sorry, my master, I can't think of why, but isn't the word betrayal used to describe the kind of bad guy who hurts his relatives?

If you don’t even get close to each other, how can you betray me?"

"Ha, your idea is a novel angle." The hero smiled bitterly, "Yes! Only relatives and relatives will be betrayal. If you don't even have feelings or trust, how can you suffer?"

Looking at the young master's lonely appearance, Jia Qiao felt very distressed.

"Young Master, since you came back from Manu Mountain, you can't count the number of sighs in two days. Jia Qiao feels like you are very tired. Why don't you go and talk to the master's wife and let's go out and relax?

Well... if you go to Luozhou, if you are faster, you might be able to catch up with Su Yanyan."

The hero really smiled this time, raised his hand and pinched the tip of the little girl's nose, "What? Do you think the young master is unhappy because Yan Yan is not here? What a silly girl.

Don't worry! I just had been idle for too long before and suddenly started working. I was a little uncomfortable and I would get better slowly."
Chapter completed!