Chen Cen pulled the sleeve of Latin Four, narrowing the distance between the two people, and she whispered softly, "Fourth brother, take a step closer to speak!" ”

The plain noodles without powder are pure and elegant, I don't know if it was born with body fragrance, or if Chen Cen rubbed some incense powder on his body, Ding Si smelled a faint fragrance, he only felt that his body was numb and crispy, and he involuntarily followed Chen Cen to the side and moved a few steps to the side.

Meng Xinyao seized the opportunity, approached the firewood room lightly, and whispered to the inside, "Sir!" ”

Mo Chen leaned at the window and explained to Meng Xinyao through the cracks, "As soon as I arrived at Qian Tianlong's room as promised, Mrs. Qian and Ding's fourth daughter-in-law broke in, and then found that Qian Tianlong was dead. Also, find an opportunity to check Qian Tianlong's body, I suspect that the murderer may be Mrs. Qian. ”

Time was pressing, Meng Xinyao didn't dare to interject, and secretly wrote down what Mo Chen explained in his heart, Chen Cen coughed dryly, Meng Xinyao hurriedly retreated to Zhang Zili's side, and all these actions were completed before Ding Si turned around.

"Fourth brother, you believe me, our husband will definitely not be a murderer." Chen Cen said.

Ding Si patted his shoulder, as if comforting, "Okay!" Take your classmates back first! ”

Back in the guest room, everyone was solemn, and it was clear that it was a frame-up, otherwise it would not be so coincidental, as soon as Mo Chen entered the room, Mrs. Qian broke in so quickly, so Mo Chen's guess was not unreasonable.

Wang Lei scratched his head with the black line on his face, "My mother killed her son, is it for wool?" ”

Meng Xinyao looked at him with big eyes: "What if it's not my own mother?" ”

"You mean?" Wang Lei suddenly thought of the person who wrote to Mrs. Qian before, "This dead Qian Tianlong is not Mrs. Qian's son at all, so he is really an impostor?!" ”

"It's possible." Meng Xinyao said.

"Alas...... So where will the real money Tianlong be?! Wang Lei sighed.

Fang Xiaoxue, who had not participated in the discussion, suddenly interjected, "It's dead." ”

Meng Xinyao glanced at her sideways, originally didn't want to talk to her, but now that they have become "companions" again, they have to analyze the current situation together. "Suppose Qian Tianlong killed the real Young Master Qian, and Mrs. Qian, who came to the Qian family under an impostor and found everything, wants to avenge her son, which is understandable, but there is no need for her to frame our husband."

Fang Xiaoxue smiled disdainfully, "Why is it unnecessary?" Killing pays for her life, and she has to find a substitute for herself. ”

Analyzing this, except for Fang Xiaoxue, no one pinched a cold sweat for Mo Chen, no matter what Mrs. Qian's purpose was, she recognized that Mo Chen was the murderer of Qian Tianlong, so what was waiting for Mo Chen was bound to be "killing to pay for life". If Mrs. Qian is going to arrest Mo Chen to see the official, at least for now, it is a good thing, the mountain rain is continuous, the road is muddy, not to mention who will report to the official, there are many dangers on this road, as far as the authorities are concerned, they will definitely not come to accept this matter immediately. In this way, Meng Xinyao and others still have a chance to wash away Mo Chen's innocence, but they are afraid that the Qian family will secretly kill them.

Mo Chen, the protagonist that everyone was worried about, was extremely calm at the moment, he did not huddle in the corner and cry and wipe his tears as usual, but took this opportunity to carefully inspect Xiaomei's body.

Xiaomei was like an ordinary hanged person, her eyes bulged out uneasily, her mouth was open and round, and her purple tongue was sticking out. A dark red strangulation mark on Xiaomei's white neck was deeply embedded in the skin, and Mo Chen muttered in his heart, for no reason, Xiaomei naturally would not hang herself, then she would be killed. But if someone suddenly strangled her neck from behind, not to mention that Xiaomei would struggle and have the opportunity to scratch the murderer's face or other places, this tear stain alone would be very strange.

Mo Chen raised his hands back and gestured, if someone behind him suddenly used a rope to come over, at this time, as long as the party struggled slightly, the rough hemp rope would move back and forth on the neck. In this way, Xiaomei's neck should be left with some subtle abrasions.

Just thinking of this, Mo Chen suddenly felt a tightness in his neck, and then he felt a finger-thick hemp rope abruptly put on his neck. Mo Chen was shocked, and hurriedly pulled the rope with both hands, but at the same time, the other end of the rope suddenly retracted, and Mo Chen, who was suddenly clamped, couldn't breathe.

The door is clearly closed, and there are only two corpses in this firewood room besides Mo Chen, Xiaomei and Sun Ma, who could this be? Mo Chen grabbed the hemp rope with one hand, freed up the other hand, and threw it back hard, his backhand was a fist, and with a muffled bang, he actually hit one person. The man snorted, the strength on the rope decreased slightly, and taking this opportunity, Mo Chen broke free of the restraints and turned to find who was the next killer. A face that had been defeated and pale was almost face-to-face with him at the same time, the man was dressed in a bright red water-sleeved robe, his hair was scattered and hanging down his waist, and his slender nails immediately pierced Mo Chen's eyes. Mo Chen flashed sideways to avoid the opponent's attack, and the man jumped into the air and immediately jumped to the wall, and disappeared instantly.

Mo Chen bent down on his knees, coughed dryly twice, and after taking his breath, he stared at the wall and leaned over cautiously. Fingers bent and tapped lightly on the wall, there was no secret door or mechanism in front of the hard stone, was that thing a ghost just now? Otherwise, how can you pass through the wall? Mo Chen couldn't help but clench his fist, that punch just now did feel like hitting the body of a living person, what was going on?

Mo Chen turned to look at the two corpses lying on the wooden frame, he approached Xiaomei, and muttered to himself, "Xiaomei~~ I have the heart to help you clear your grievances, but now I myself am also mermaid flesh, if you have a spirit, just open your mouth and tell me, who hurt you!" ”

Xiaomei's body was already stiff, and the blood all over her body was also coagulated, how could she talk to herself again, Mo Chen shook his head with a wry smile. Suddenly, the placket on Xiaomei's chest hooked Mo Chen's gaze, and on the slightly protruding twin peaks, it seemed that the placket inside was not tidied up, revealing a white edge.

Mo Chen bowed to Xiaomei with his hands folded, "I don't mean to offend, please forgive me!" With that, he gentlemanly stretched out two fingers, pinched the edge of the cloth, and pulled out a square handkerchief.

A white silk handkerchief embroidered with gold silk edges, with two lines of juanxiu writing on it, "If you have to become a pair, why die, I am willing to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals." "This is the second aunt's so-called martyrdom for the Qian family, why is she here in Xiaomei? Mo Chen looked at the handwriting on it, and the handwriting was fair, seeing the words was like seeing the person who wrote, presumably a scholarly lady, if it weren't for years of diligent practice, he would never be able to write this good word, Mo Chen was sure that the owner of the writing was definitely not the second aunt who roamed the rivers and lakes, it seems that Mrs. Qian is not as simple as it seems on the surface.