The butler was puzzled.

Didn't the young grandmother order herself to throw out all the chicken soup last night?

Wen Soft blinked his eyes softly, and said meaningfully: "I remember that I didn't drink that bowl, right?" Go and bring the bowl and divide it into five portions, and give them a drink to a few of them. ”

"Yes."

The housekeeper obeyed the order and went to the kitchen.

After a while, five small bowls were served, and the pale golden-brown 'chicken soup' came out, and each person was given a bowl.

Seeing the servants, Wen Softsoft looked frightened, refused to drink the chicken soup, and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, it's not highly poisonous, otherwise, I drank a few sips yesterday and would have died a long time ago." If you drink such a small bowl, it will make your stomach hurt for three to five days at most. When you're done, you can go back to work. After a day, who is the real murderer, I will announce the answer. ”

Hearing her words, the faces of several servants were different.

In fact, who really comes to work in the Lu family wants to leave here?

The Lu family gives a high salary and good treatment.

It's a lot better than going to work outside.

If the real murderers are not found, I am afraid that punishment is a trivial matter, and expelling them all is the worst outcome.

There was a moment of silence -

A maid starts drinking chicken soup.

When the other servants saw that she was all right, they all turned their hearts and began to drink.

In the end, there was only one servant about fifty years old, who was afraid to drink the chicken soup.

Wen Softly stepped forward and said bewildermently, "Why don't you drink it?" Drink, drink it, and it's none of your business. ”

She took the initiative to help the maid and brought the chicken soup to her mouth, and the maid gritted his teeth in fright and shook his head desperately.

Wen Soft's face suddenly turned cold, and she broke her chin and said sharply, "Don't drink it, do you?" I'll pour you a drink! ”

Seeing that the chicken soup was about to enter her mouth, the maid jerked her hand away.

Syllable!

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and turned into pieces.

The golden-brown soup splashed over the two of them.

The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the servant: "You are so bold and reckless, you dare to disobey the order of the young grandmother!" Don't you want to live anymore?! ”

"I ...... I ......" The servant trembled and could not utter a complete sentence.

Wen softly took the handkerchief handed by Lu Zhanqing, hooked her lips, and showed a sarcastic smile: "Of course she doesn't dare to drink it." Because, the person who poisoned knows that what is in the bowl is highly poisonous. She was afraid that if she drank this bowl of soup, she would die. ”

As soon as her words fell, the other four servants who had finished drinking the chicken soup were so frightened that they quickly picked their throats.

"Don't worry, it's just regular chicken soup. The poisonous chicken soup has long been poured out by the housekeeper. I'm just trying to find out who the killer is. Unexpectedly, she was so breathless. Wen Soft sighed twice, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, the truth of the matter is revealed, and the big guys are all scattered." ”

The other servants went about their work.

Wen Softly looked at Lu Zhanqing, wanting to ask him for merit and reward. Unexpectedly, he stared at the poisonous murderer with a cold gaze, and the whole person exuded a strong aura of coldness and killing.

Wen Soft felt a pressure inexplicably, and when it came to his mouth, he couldn't help but swallow it back.

"Who instructed you to poison you?" Lu Zhanqing asked word by word, and his voice did not carry a trace of emotion and ups and downs.

It's like a ruthless emperor, judging criminals.

"Sir, I—I don't know who the other party is. My child is sick and needs a large amount of money for surgery. Someone called me and said they could give me a lot of money, as long as I did one thing. I'm really confused, begging Mr. to let me go, I don't dare anymore. The servant fell to his knees and thumped his head.

Lu Zhanqing's dark eyes were full of indifference and coldness: "If you have difficulties at home, you can murder people?" ”

“……”

The servant was speechless.

"Butler, take her down and interrogate her properly."

He would never let anyone who tried to hurt her.

The butler dragged the servant who begged for mercy out of the living room roughly.

Wen Softly looked at their figures, disappeared into the door of the living room, and retracted his gaze. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of his big palm holding the armrest of the wheelchair. His heart moved slightly, he held his wrist, and comforted him in a clear voice: "I'm fine, don't worry about me." ”

Lu Zhanqing's figure froze and looked at her fixedly.

After a few seconds, he scooped her into his arms and hugged her waist tightly, as if to merge her into his body: "Promise me never to have an accident." ”

"Well, I promise you."

Gently and softly cherish his little life, regardless of whether Lu Zhanqing wants to ask for it or not.

She will pay extra attention to all kinds of dangerous situations to avoid braiding her hair early.