After Wen Shen finished speaking, he waited deliberately for a moment, and waited for Bai Cheng to sort out what he had just said before he spoke again: "But the most difficult thing at the moment is that there is no evidence at all, it is all just inference." ”

Since there is no evidence for this, why bother to infer this?

Bai Yuan stared at the teacup on the table, the cup shadow reflected Wen Shen and his very serious eyebrows, he didn't believe in the people who opened the river, thinking, Bai Yuan asked: "If you die of poisoning, won't it be solved if you ask someone to do it?"

He asked a matter of course, but Wen Shen silently raised his eyes at the end of the sentence. He stared at Bai Fall, his eyes cold and vigilant.

The person who was staring at was completely dazed, and for a long time, Wen Shen gave up and sighed: "This matter can't be complicated, if anyone wants to murder my uncle."

Chapter 179 of "A Hundred Years of Drunkenness in the Pot" When Second Master Lin died, he was hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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