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In fact, Master Zhang had secretly looked at Mo Lingqin from head to toe.

Whether it is temperament or conversation, it is completely different from that woman, if it is not for the fainting of anger, he will not be unable to see the difference between her and the woman of that day in the square.

When he saw it today, he inexplicably believed the words of Prince Huasheng.

If she can prove her innocence and find out the real murderer, it may not be bad for herself.

Mo Lingqin followed the guidance of this old man Zhang, and observed the general situation of this Zhang Mansion around.

Although luxurious, it is not incomparable with the Prince's Mansion.

However, this ancient rich man really has a lot of races!

The two of them walked to this five-street and six-city area, and they didn't see a single mansion with worse decoration.

Mo Lingqin kept an eye on him, followed him, and after passing through a winding corridor, he arrived at the mourning hall where the corpse was placed.

I saw a coffin in the center of the house.

The lid of the coffin had not yet been closed, and those who came in could see at a glance that there was a polite man lying inside.

When Mrs. Zhang saw her son, she couldn't help but cry again.

Master Zhang was afraid that the prince Huasheng would be unhappy and would 'click' her, so he asked the maidservant to forcibly send her back to the room.

Finally quieted down.

Mo Lingqin approached Zhang Gongzi's corpse and examined it carefully.

The corpse had been cleaned and had been dressed in new clothes.

The face has also been retouched.

She understands that many family members of the deceased want to preserve the dignity of the deceased, and will dress them up and put on makeup.

If this is the case, even if there are traces left on the deceased's body, I am afraid that it will be cleaned up.

Hua Sheng put his hand behind his back and quietly observed Mo Lingqin.

Seeing her skillful movements, her brows frowned slightly, and she remained silent.

Mo Lingqin fell into self and concentration.

Judging from the corpse.

Before the deceased died, he did not encounter any horror or compulsion, but rejoiced as if he was with a woman he loved.

From the smile on his face, it can be seen that he died peacefully, without a trace of panic, and without struggling [if he struggles badly before death, his muscles will be stiff and strong like a stone, this phenomenon is called corpse spasm]

She unbuttoned the placket from him again.

The black hole on the left chest and the wound are flat, which shows that the man's technique is fast, ruthless, and accurate.

It can be said that it is a seizure without any mistakes!

Compared to his peaceful smile, this pierced his body so hard and took out his heart, but it became a strong visual impact, as if the scene of his murder was presented in front of her.

Mo Lingqin's eyebrows tightened.

Who was the deceased with during his lifetime?

He was forcibly taken out of his heart by some monster, and there was no trace of pain on his face?

Mo Lingqin buttoned up the open placket, raised his palms and took a closer look, and found that the nails of his ten fingers were black and purple, and the crescent moon on his nails was even blacker.

The deceased had been dead for at least four days, and the corpse spots on his body were clearly aligned, but the blackened fingernails had been at least ten days old.

Ten days ago, the original owner was punished by Hu Xiangli and confined in the Xuanhan Palace, and he was not released until three days ago.

Mo Qianrong came to see her jokes every day, sneered at her, and threw some ice snakes and ice rats from time to time to add spices to her.

From this, she can infer that 'she' must not be the murderer.

But only she and Mo Qianrong know about this matter, and it can't prove anything at all!

Mo Lingqin looked at the corpse's right palm repeatedly, but couldn't find anything anymore, and turned to his left hand again.

Seeing that his left hand was clenched tightly, it took her a quarter of an hour to pull a small piece of fabric from his palm.

"This ......" Old Master Zhang just saw Mo Lingqin's arrogant means, he wanted to stop it but was stopped by the prince Hua Sheng's people, and now he saw that she took out a piece of cloth from her son's palm, and was about to open her mouth but was interrupted by Hua Sheng's voice.

"What is this?"

"The fabric worn by the woman is likely to have been left by the woman who was with him before his death, and it is also very likely that it is the murderer. Mo Lingqin scrubbed it with two fingers, feeling the texture of the fabric.

It is completely different from the fabric that Mo Qianrong usually wears.

This also shows in disguise that it really has nothing to do with her.

Could it be that there are other demons that are causing trouble?

"Let's go see the other victims and buy something by the way. Mo Lingqin looked at Hua Sheng on the side and made his request.

After seeing Zhang Gongzi's corpse, Mo Lingqin was even more sure that it was done by non-humans.

If it's really a demon, then they should get something out of going to the poetry club tonight, so she has to prepare something.

After listening to what Mo Lingqin said, Hua Sheng made a gesture.

Out of nowhere, two more people appeared—