The little second brother shook his head: "After the incident, the villain hasn't seen her again." ”

Su San secretly thought in her heart, this Xiaohui may be a key person, will she see anything.

Did she really run away, or had she been killed in an unknown place?

Thinking that another girl's family might be killed, Su San was a little irritable.

"Calm down and don't think about anything else."

The Xuanyu pendant attached to the heart exudes a trace of coolness, washing away the restlessness in the heart.

Su San took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

The bed is still messy, and a touch of red in the middle is also very prominent.

Su San's mind couldn't help but show a pale woman with a frightened face.

She struggled, staring helplessly at the door, and lay lifeless on the bed.

Su San shook his head and looked at the foot of the bed again.

There was a burning ring-shaped mark, the size of a copper coin, the same as the one left in Liu Yue's room, but there were no ashes left, it should have been destroyed.

The room in the inn is not very big, only this one bed.

There was a small window next to the bed, and there was the same corpse of a small worm, but it was already dry and shattered.

Under the window was a small table with a thin layer of ash on the top and a half-roll of rice paper on top.

On the rice paper was a drawing of a man's outline, with beautiful peach blossom eyes, which looked like the left bank in a prison.

On the left side of the rice paper were unused inkstones, as well as an empty pen holder, which was covered with dust.

The scene is exactly the same as that of Liu Yue's house.

Su San couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Have you paid attention to the habitual hand of the flower thief?" ”

Qian Feng followed and looked at Mo Yan on the table: "It should be a normal right hand." ”

Su San stroked his chin with his hand: "Is it really such a coincidence, the two victims are both used to use their left hand..."

With this question, a group of people came to Qiao's house again.

For this place, Su San has a certain shade.

Looking at the gate of Qiao's Mansion in front of him, and looking down at the arm hanging from his neck, Su San really didn't like this place.

Stepping into the gate of Qiao's mansion, there is a bright sight in front of you, the whole green landscape, and the garden courtyard is quite well decorated.

A small servant was already waiting at the door, wearing clothes printed with the word Qiao, bowing his head slightly, standing respectfully by the door.

Qian Feng glanced back at Su San: "I didn't expect that the arrogant son was actually a subordinate of Qiao's Mansion!" ”

Everyone looked at Qian Feng with some confusion.

Qian Feng didn't say a word, so he took the lead in Qiao's mansion.

Su San thought back to Uncle Qian's eyes just now, and shivered inexplicably, but fortunately, the black dragon said in a lazy voice: "Look at the little guy." ”

Su San looked at it obediently, his figure was thin, he nodded and looked like a lower person, and he couldn't see his appearance, what was there to see.

The black dragon sighed, and Su San felt that he was despising her intelligence.

So, she looked at Qian Zhao, pretending to fall, squatting sideways in the direction of Qian Zhao, and glanced at the little guy with her head down.

At this glance, Su San understood that this little guy was the lewd man who was arrogant in front of Uncle Qian and her at the Qianfu Inn that day.

There is a big mole with hair on the lower eye, and it is very entangled Ang Lee.

Su San hurriedly grabbed Qian Zhao's clothes, stabilized his figure, and hurriedly followed Qian Feng's footsteps.

Miss Joe was found in the garden in the backyard.

Except for Old Man Qiao, the rest of the people in the current garden have been asked to be grounded.

When the group came to this place, they saw the gray-haired old man Qiao, sitting alone on a bench in the garden.

Su San followed Qian Feng to him.

The old man's expression was much better than that of Shopkeeper Liu, and he was also very capable, so he didn't seem surprised to see Qian Feng's arrival.

Qian Feng looked at Old Man Qiao and bowed slightly: "Old Man Qiao mourns." ”

Su San secretly glanced at Qian Feng, wondering when he had become so kind.

Old Man Qiao looked at Qian Feng, shook his head slightly, stood up and walked away tremblingly...

"Miss Qiao was lying in this place that day."

Qian Zhao, who had followed up, walked to the middle of the garden under Qian Feng's signal.

Su San looked at him, there was indeed a flower in that place that was overwhelmed, and it was a little shorter than the surrounding flowers.

Qian Zhao continued: "When she was found, she was found in Luo, and many people saw it, her body was full of traces, and there was no trace of wounds, her eyes were closed, and she had a happy smile on her face. ”

Su San listened to Qian Zhao's account of the situation at that time, and a woman appeared in front of him, with a satin-like body covered with bruises, lying quietly on the garden floor.

There is a happy smile on his face, and there seems to be a hint of shyness...

"That's what sets her apart from everyone else, and that's what makes me puzzled."

Qian Feng's words interrupted the picture in front of Su San's eyes, and she looked at Qian Feng with a little blush: "Maybe we can find some secrets in this Miss Qiao." ”

Qian Feng nodded and looked at Qian Zhao: "Go to her boudoir and have a look." ”

Qian Zhao scratched his head, walked out of the garden, and looked at Li An, who was following last: "Take us to your young lady's boudoir to have a look." ”

Li An nodded, at this time, he lost the hardness of the day, and bowed his body and led the way for everyone with a servile spirit.

Miss Qiao's boudoir is around the corner, and I heard Li An say that it was because Miss Qiao was quiet and took the initiative to ask for Mr. Qiao.

There was a big seal on the door of the boudoir, and Qian Zhao stepped forward to push open the dusty door, and a smell of dust entered Su San's nose.

Su San couldn't help but sneeze, which attracted Qian Feng's sideways glance again: "Ah Cai went back to give her a good look, there are so many physical problems." ”

Su San smashed his mouth: "It's just that there is a lot of dust, it makes my nose itchy, it's normal to sneeze, thank you for your concern." ”

“...”

Su San ignored Qian Feng's gaze, covered his nose lightly and walked into the boudoir: "I didn't expect that it had been vacant for a few days, and it had accumulated such a thick layer of ash." ”

Qian Feng stood in front of the window of the boudoir, his hands behind his back.

Qian Zhao glanced at Qian Feng, and began to look around: "The boudoir is very neatly placed, and it is worthy of being Qiao Lao's daughter." ”

Su San walked to the table next to the bed and opened the scroll on the top half of the scroll: "Who is this portrait from?" ”

The painting scroll is the same as that of the Qianfu Inn, and it can be seen from the pen and strength that it is the pen of one person.

Qian Bao seemed to be very interested, walked to Su San's side, and lightly touched the drawing paper with his right hand: "It's the same material, could it be that the flower thief has a special habit?" ”

Qian Zhao patted Qian Bao's shoulder: "What fetish?" Do you leave a portrait of yourself at the scene after doing bad things? ”