Liu Yingyi doesn't believe in any ghosts and gods, let alone any unicorn killings.

Liu Yingyi saw that he couldn't ask anything about Yuan Yihai, so he asked Qin Zhutou to let him go.

As soon as she came to Yancheng today, Liu Yingyi seemed to have done a lot, but it seemed that there was still a long way to go before she caught the real murderer who killed the master.

It was cold in the middle of the night, and the flames in the oil lamp were swaying and flickering with the night wind, like Liu Yingyi's uncertain mood at this time.

Qin Yan sent Yuan Yihai away, and went to Liu Yingyi's room to talk.

"My lord, Ning Wuze has just returned."

"He's been in the Yuan Mansion?" When I followed the coachman back to Yuan's mansion in the afternoon, I obviously didn't see him.

"He seems to be watching an autopsy, and then followed the Yancheng County Order back to Yamen, and then where he went, no one knows. Anyway, when I saw him just now, he seemed very tired. Qin Yan reported so.

Liu Yingyi knows the temper of his grumpy senior brother, and when he is in a bad mood, no one is willing to light this fire-medicine keg.

"Forget it, let him rest in the room, I'll look for him tomorrow."

"My lord, have you eaten at night? Would you like to eat something at night? Qin Yan only ate a bowl of beef noodles at night to pad his stomach, and his stomach lacked oil, and he was thinking about what to eat for supper at this time.

In the afternoon, when he was in Yuan's mansion, Liu Yingyi sent Qin Yan to keep an eye on the coachman and the Yuan family, until he saw that they really went to Granny Ding's house to make amends, and he himself had been thinking about the case and had no intention of eating at Mrs. Yuan's place.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat alone."

After a busy day, Liu Yingyi's face was not very good.

Shui Qingxiang walked in with two bowls of porridge at this time, one bowl was yellow and clear, and the other was white porridge, and asked Liu Yingyi: "My lord, which bowl of millet porridge and white rice porridge do you want to eat?" I also went to the innkeeper to get some pickles, which I drank with porridge! ”

Liu Yingyi raised her listless eyelids and said, "Millet porridge." ”

Liu Yingyi didn't eat much at night, but she was thinking about the death of her master in her heart and had no appetite.

Shui Qingxiang, who is in the same situation as Liu Yingyi, is not interested in food, but if she doesn't eat a little carbohydrate, her stomach is afraid that she can't stand it, so she deliberately went to the kitchen of the inn to boil two bowls of porridge.

Liu Yingyi looked at the steaming millet porridge, smelling the faint aroma, and the depression accumulated in her chest seemed to dissipate a lot, and she suddenly had a little appetite.

I heard that Shui Qingxiang specially prepared pickles for herself, and there seemed to be a faint feeling of hunger in her empty stomach.

Qin Zhutou, who was just about to walk out of the room, heard it, looked at Shui Qingxiang with dissatisfaction and snorted twice, and then left angrily.

Shui Qingxiang didn't know what Liu Yingyi said to Qin Zhutou just now, she only knew that Qin Yan showed dissatisfaction as soon as she saw her, thinking that this person was born to love to raise the bar with her.

Hmph, sick.

Liu Yingyi took a sip of porridge with pickles, and suddenly felt much more comfortable in her stomach, and her mood suddenly felt much more relaxed.

This time, I brought Shui Qingxiang out because I was sick, and I hoped to solve the mystery of the letter with the help of Shui Qingxiang's detective mind, but I didn't expect the master to have an accident.

Fortunately, everything this woman does is quite to her heart, and even the porridge she boils is to her liking.

"What do you think about this case?" Liu Yingyi set her eyes on Shui Qingxiang, who was drinking porridge with her head bored.

Shui Qingxiang took a sip of porridge, and before she had time to wipe her mouth, she began to concentrate and sort out the information she had collected throughout the day in her mind, and put her thoughts together.

Shui Qingxiang stirred the white porridge in the chopsticks and said, "I think it's okay, most of the murderers who poisoned Yuan Gong are still people in the Yuan family. ”

"Why?"

Shui Qingxiang analyzed it for a while, and said slowly: "This first point, Yuan Gong is low-key, and he usually doesn't have much communication, either staying in Yuan's mansion or living in the suburbs, it is impossible for outsiders to approach him and poison him; ”

"The second point is that Yuan Gong is kind and charitable, everything we heard said that Yuan Gong is good, and it is unlikely that he will make any enemies."

"Third, Yuan Gong had been living in Yuan's Mansion for a few months before the accident, and I heard that he would suddenly disappear, but it didn't take long for him to appear again, plus the letter sent to Ning Wuze before, I believe that Yuan Gong must have noticed something before writing the letter, maybe he felt that someone was going to assassinate himself, and wanted to write a letter for help, but it was difficult to say it clearly, for fear that when the people in the mansion checked the letter, they would find that they could only deliberately write the wrong thing about you and Ning Wuze, so that if you were suspicious, you would come to Yuan's Mansion to investigate."

"I quite agree with this third point. However, what do you think about the haunting of the Yuan Mansion and the sudden disappearance of Yuan Gong? Liu Yingyi asked again, he felt that Shui Qingxiang always grasped the key one step ahead of him, and it coincided with his own thoughts.

Shui Qingxiang bent her lips and smiled: "I naturally don't believe in any rumors of haunting, when I investigated the serial murderer in Dongzi County, didn't I also say that it was haunted?" But in the end, it turned out to be done by people. In this world, people are more hateful than ghosts. ”

"I think that the haunting of the Yuan Mansion and the disappearance of Yuan Gong are mostly because there are secret passages or secret rooms in the Yuan Mansion. This secret passage or secret room is only known to Yuan Gong, and others may not know, otherwise it is impossible for Yuan Gong to suddenly disappear and appear again. ”

Secret passages, secret rooms? This just happened to Liu Yingyi's heart, he didn't believe what the people in the Yuan Mansion said about the disappearance of Yuan Gong before, but now when he heard Shui Qingxiang say this, it was like an initiation to pull out the fog.

"You're right, tomorrow we'll go to the yamen first, and then go to the master's room to take a closer look."

Liu Yingyi felt that if he could find the master's secret room, or if he could find out the real purpose of the master's call, he might be able to find out who wanted to kill him.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a grain of rice at the corner of Shui Qingxiang's mouth, just now he was just discussing the case, Shui Qingxiang didn't pay attention to wiping his mouth, and now he looks like a greedy little flower cat.

It seemed to be natural, Liu Yingyi raised her hand, and gently wiped her fingers on the corner of Shui Qingxiang's mouth, and the grain of rice fell lightly to the ground, only making Shui Qingxiang a little dumbfounded.

Hey...... Just now, was Lord Liu ...... just now? Wipe your mouth?

Ahhhh......h I'm so shy.

Isn't this a subconscious move made by very close people? But I'm not familiar with Lord Liu.

Unconsciously, Shui Qingxiang's two faces were hot, but unfortunately there were no mirrors now, otherwise she would definitely see that her face was redder than a red apple.

"My lord, I'll take the bowl back to the inn kitchen." Shui Qingxiang picked up the two empty bowls on the table very neatly and ran out of the room like a gust of wind.

only looked at Liu Yingyi a little stunned, was she shy just now?

The corners of Liu Yingyi's mouth bent subconsciously.