"Your name is Chen Xiaoliu, right?" Shi Jing looked at the man in front of him who looked very honest and asked softly.

Chen Xiaoliu looked a little embarrassed when he saw that Miss Song had actually spoken to him, and rubbed his hands nervously, "If Miss Hui is talking to him, it is exactly the small." ”

"I heard that you went into my yard on the day I disappeared?"

"Yes, doesn't Miss love to eat Lianxiangzhai's begonia crisp, the housekeeper instructed the small ones to buy some to send to you every two or three days. Everyone knows this, what's wrong? Chen Xiaoliu still looked at Shi Jing in confusion, it didn't look like a fake.

"It's okay, you can go back. Xiao Shui, give the two of them five hundred silver dollars each. ”

Zhang San happily took the money and left, but Chen Xiaoliu came and left with a confused face.

"What's the matter, just ask me a question and give me so much money?" Walking far, you can still hear Chen Xiaoliu's whispering.

"Miss, what's wrong, is there something wrong with Chen Xiaoliu? Do you want to send someone to keep an eye on him? Xiao Shui's face tensed, and he asked Shi Jing seriously, but anyone who may endanger the young lady must be strictly guarded, after all, the identity of the eldest lady of the Song family is too special.

Song Yan usually has a lot of enemies, maybe a few people with bad intentions will be mixed in, and this kind of thing has not been encountered before.

"No, wait. Collect the papers first, and I'll look at them later in the evening. Shi Jing went to eat with Xiaoshui, and now he is so busy that he is hungry and growling, how can he have the strength to work if he doesn't eat enough.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

After eating, Shi Jing came to the study, and had a headache in the face of the stacks of papers, "There are too many people in the Song Mansion, there are only two masters, where can there be so many people." ”

Shi Jing didn't know much about the extravagance of the Song Mansion, but this was not something she should worry about, she cheered up and looked at the paper in front of her.

"On September 15 of the Xinhai year, Miss Song went to the hut twice, drank tea three times, and told Xiaoshui to go to the tailor's shop, but she didn't talk to anyone." Shi Jing's forehead floated with a black line, needless to say, there is no need to talk about this kind of thing, the original owner will never meet anyone in the thatched house, and it is really "no matter how big or small", in short, there is no information available for this article.

"Miss Song looked at the fallen leaves for a long time, and there was a sad look on her face halfway, I don't know if something happened." This can be noted a little.

The rest of the information was read for a long time, and it was almost the same, the original owner didn't talk to anyone all day after he got up, and the meal was quiet, the common point was that several people saw Chen Xiaoliu send begonia crisp, and after that, the original owner disappeared.

"Begonia crisp, begonia crisp." Shi Jing muttered quietly, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and a picture in his mind quickly flashed.

At the round table made of golden silk and pear flowers, a woman is opening the cage drawer, and inside is freshly baked begonia crisp, and the aroma is still steaming.

Shi Jing closed his eyes tightly, wanting to recall more details, by the way, in the middle of the begonia cake that was broken in half, there seemed to be a note sandwiched inside.

The original owner was also a little surprised, his good-looking brows furrowed, and he opened the note in his hand. What is written on it? Damn, I can't see it clearly.

Shi Jing was annoyed in his heart, and only saw the three words "Seven Bends Lane", which was the collective name of the "three regardless" area. It can be determined that the murderer used Begonia Crisp to deliver the news to the original owner, so as long as it was anyone in Lianxiangzhai that day, he was suspected.

Without further ado, "Xiaoshui, take a few people and follow me to Lianxiangzhai." ”

Shi Jing finally got a clue, of course, he had to investigate immediately.

Lianxiang Zhai, business has always been very good, is a famous pastry shop in Pingcheng, holding many secret recipes for special pastries.

Coupled with the attentive service of the shopkeeper, people of all ages in Pingcheng like to patronize the business here, and the store will not close until midnight.

The shopkeeper Li in front of the counter was dialing the abacus, calculating the profit of the day, and saw his round face, eight-character beard, small but sharp eyes, and the shrewdness of a businessman.

"Shopkeeper, something is wrong! Miss Song led people to surround our shop, they all had guns in their hands, and we didn't dare to go home. The little ones who went home early to rest ran back in a panic, not knowing what was going on.

Outside the door, two teams of black-clothed people stood in two rows, standing on one side with their hands down, a car parked in the middle, and Xiao Shui was helping Shi Jing to walk down slowly.

Two tall and burly men who seemed to be the leaders followed behind Shi Jing with guns, protecting her safety at all times, and they were specially sent by Song Yan.

Walking in the door, the shopkeeper had already stopped what he was doing, and stepped forward with a flattering face, "Miss Song, what kind of wind has blown you here, but if there is anything you want to eat, I will let them make it for you." ”

Xiao Er and the pastry chefs in the kitchen were a little unhappy on their faces, they were very tired after a busy day, everyone wanted to go home and sleep comfortably, if Shi Jing really let them make pastries now, they couldn't make it in a few hours, so they wouldn't have to rest tonight.

"These rich people are really excessive, they don't treat us as human beings at all!"

Even if they were indignant in their hearts, they didn't dare to show a single star on their faces, and even put on a hypocritical smile, no way, that was the eldest lady of the Song family, if anyone offended her, would she stay in Pingcheng?

"No, I'm here for other things." Shi Jing followed the way the original owner spoke, cold without a trace of emotion.

"If you tell me anything, the small ones will be done for you." The shopkeeper is more attentive, and a smile on his face can bloom a flower.

"On September 15 of the new year, I want a list of all the people who came to buy pastries that day, I think you should have a record here." Shi Jing said lightly, but that posture could not be refused.

"This ...... Our owner has a rule, like this about the privacy of guests, it is inconvenient to disclose, can you see if you can ......"

The shopkeeper's face was entangled, and his words were all hesitant, but before he could finish speaking, he spoke, "How much?" Message I bought. Your boss said I wanted it, and I think I should have that face. ”

The shopkeeper is not easy to refuse, and he also knows that Miss Song had an accident that day, and maybe it will have something to do with his small shop.

He lowered his eyes and pondered, even if something really happened at that time, he couldn't refuse this situation now, so he had to speak, "Please wait, I'll go get the account book." ”

But in a moment, the ledger was handed over, and Shi Jing turned directly to the day of the original owner's accident. When and what moment, who bought what things, and how much money was spent, Shi Jing breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, Lianxiangzhai has the habit of recording these things, which is just convenient for her to investigate.

But there was a lot of traffic that day, and there were all kinds of guests who came from all over the city, all over the major corners of Pingcheng, and it was not easy to check at all.