After leaving Old Man Song's room, Lu Zijia walked to the door of the second room.

This time, she didn't need to say much, Song Zhuohai spontaneously opened the door for her and invited her to enter.

"This is my room with my wife. ”

Lu Zijia walked in and nodded, "I can see it." ”

"Master Lu?"

Seeing Lu Zijia walking to the balcony, and then standing outside the balcony and not moving, he couldn't help but wonder loudly.

"Oh my God, we have it in our room, too?"

Fang Yueqiu, who also followed behind, turned pale again, her feet were soft, and she almost fell.

Fortunately, Song Zhuohai was quick and helped her.

Song Zhuohai didn't know if Lu Zijia saw something, and didn't answer his wife's question.

Instead, they looked at Lu Zijia together, anxiously waiting for her answer.

Lu Zijia stood on the balcony, stared at a pot of violets for a while, and beckoned to the four members of the Song family, signaling them to come over.

"Master Lu, did you find anything?" Song Zhuohai asked as he walked over with his wife.

In fact, Song Zhuohai hoped that Lu Zijia didn't find out, so that it meant that there were no dirty things.

It's a pity that Lu Zijia didn't go as he wanted.

I saw her stretch out her white finger and point to the violet that was placed on the balcony, "This flower is raised with human blood, and it has been spelled."

A month after this violet appeared, you husband and wife must have frequent nightmares, right?

Moreover, the scene in your dreams is the last thing you want it to happen in your heart. ”

With Lu Zijia's words, Song Zhuohai and Fang Yueqiu's faces changed.

Looking at that look, it was obvious that he was right.

"I remember that this pot of flowers was given to you by Zhuolan, right?"

Old Man Song stared at the pot of violets with a pair of old eyes, his face was expressionless, and his tone was like the calm before the storm.

Fang Yueqiu's mouth opened for a while before she spoke, "Yes, yes, it was given to me by Zhuo Lan more than two months ago. ”

And just in time, she and her husband both had nightmares together for more than a month.

If it is a previous landscape painting, it can be said that Song Zhuolan may have been used.

So, what about this pot of violets now? Is it still being used?

Such a statement is really unbelievable!

"Why!"

Fang Yueqiu's body couldn't help but tremble, and her gaze at Song Zixuan was full of endless remorse.

Why did Song Zhuolan do this, for so many years, she completely treated Song Zhuolan as her own sister, and never treated her badly at all.

Why did Song Zhuolan do this!

Zixuan is her biological son, the blood of the Song family, and her nephew Song Zhuolan!

Pity her son, who has suffered so much for so many years, let her, a mother, have the face to face this son in the future?

"Little Autumn ......"

Song Zhuohai also understands that Song Zhuolan is the most suspicious now, but no matter what Song Zhuolan says, she is his own sister.

In any case, there was no way he could have done anything to his sister until he had thoroughly investigated.

Fang Yueqiu also understood Song Zhuohai's concerns, but she understood it, but she couldn't accept it.

After all, the evidence was so red in front of her, how could she believe that Song Zhuolan was innocent?

Song Zhuohai looked at his hand that was pushed away by his wife, his heart twitched fiercely, and he opened his mouth to say something.

But Fang Yueqiu didn't seem to want to listen to him anymore, so she turned around silently and turned her back to him.