The atmosphere was awkward to the extreme.

If it was before, such an intimate action between the two was nothing at all, it was basically a normal thing, neither of them would let it, and they would continue to fight, but now it is different......

Fu Tianhan quickly bit off half of the egg, pretending to be calm and lowered his head to eat noodles.

And after Fu Zhichu was embarrassed for a few seconds, his hot cheeks lowered his head slightly, and his mouth slowly chewed.

The embarrassment did not improve slightly until Fu Tianhan finished eating noodles and quickly left the restaurant.

Fu Zhichu reached out and touched his cheek, it was so hot that it looked like something, and he finished eating the noodles slowly, and he couldn't stop thinking about it in his head.

After eating, Fu Zhichu walked back to the room slowly, and when he passed the study, he couldn't help but stop again.

Her hand unconsciously reached for the doorknob.

This evening, she obviously saw a piece of red paper in the book, but when she didn't have time to flip through it, Fu Tianhan suddenly came in.

Maybe that's a piece of evidence?

I felt more and more that the red paper was strange, it was obviously a book that looked a little old, why was there a bright red paper mixed in it? Unless the paper does not belong to the book.

The more Fu Zhichu thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he mustered up the courage again and quietly walked into the study.

With a click, she turned on the light.

No one will see it even if the light is turned on now, so just quickly grab the book and go back to the room to read it slowly.

She tiptoed to the table, still turning over to herself, and soon found the book that she had flipped through, and she quickly took the book in her hand and left the study.

Back in the room, she finally relaxed slightly, and lay on the bed flipping through the book.

Soon the red page was turned.

"Huh......" Fu Zhichu wondered for a moment, it was not a piece of paper that was entrained, but a book.

"This ......" Fu Zhichu's expression was slightly nervous.

One page of the paper was stained red, and there were some faint red marks on the front and back pages.

She took it to her nose and sniffed it, and the fishy smell made her feel a little sick to her stomach.

"What is this?" She muttered, picking at it with her fingers, not thinking of ink.

Don't......

Don't......

"Is it blood?!" When she said this, her pupils suddenly widened.

My father was a very monotonous man, he could hardly find a single brightly colored dress in his closet, all the furniture and decoration were very old, he hated fresh colors, so he didn't use red ink at all.

Could it be my mother's blood?

If it was really my mother's blood, would it prove that my mother didn't fall down and die, but had a fight with someone when she was in this room, or maybe she was dead when she was in the room, and then someone threw her window to create an illusion?

Thinking of this, Fu Zhichu's pores all over his body opened, and he suddenly shuddered.

She closed the book with a slight tremor and stayed awake all night......

The next morning, Fu Zhichu got up early, and today she called the boss who delivered the milk to ask for leave. Early in the morning, I rushed to the hospital with a book.

She took the red paper of that night for testing, and if it turned out to be blood and her mother's blood, then her guess was probably true.

Although she has not yet found out who is the murderer of her mother, but now that it can be proved that her mother was killed, not suicide, then the police should be able to open a case for investigation, right?