Someone had already led the horse over, and Nie Xiaohu, Cao Xiaohui and others turned over on the horse and galloped towards the Cui family.

The Cui family was already in a mess at this time, Cui Yuancheng's wife Lu Shi cried like a tearful person, and Cui Yuancheng was also sitting there, holding his head with both hands, and the expression on his face was extremely painful. Seeing Nie Xiaohu hurriedly walking into the living room, the two hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Nie..."

Cui Yuancheng was about to say two polite words, but was interrupted by Nie Xiaohu with a wave of his hand, "Where is the person, has the scene ever moved?" ”

"The little girl is in her boudoir, except for me and my inside-in-law and the little girl's personal maid Xiaoya, no one in the house has ever entered it", Cui Yuancheng said busily.

"Take me there!"

Cui Mingzhu's boudoir is located in the backyard, a small two-story building in the middle of the small garden in the backyard. When he went up to the second floor, Nie Xiaohu saw Cui Mingzhu lying on his back on the bed, with blood on the corners of his mouth, chin and chest, a pair of beautiful eyes wide open, and an unbelievable expression on his face, which seemed to be slightly unwilling.

Nie Xiaohu glanced at Qi Zuo, nodded slightly, and immediately stepped forward to start the autopsy, Shi Yuning and others stood at the door of the room to prevent anyone from breaking in, while Nie Xiaohu and Cao Xiaohui looked around in the room.

The room is elegantly arranged, on the left side of the door is a piano table, on which a guqin is placed, and the position by the window on the right side is a table, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table are readily available; There is also a square wooden plate, which is divided into a number of small compartments, each with a different pigment.

There is also a piece of painting paper on the table, the paper is a painting, Nie Xiaohu glanced at it, the painting is a bamboo forest, and there are four lines of poetry in the upper right corner of the painting, the handwriting is beautiful, and it is written that 'the withered bamboo welcomes the spring back, competing to wave the hand, praying for the nectar, and never regretting it in the heart', and the payment is Cui Mingzhu.

There is a large porcelain jar in the corner of the wall on the right side of the table, and the porcelain jar is filled with painting scrolls; There is a small bamboo basket next to the porcelain jar, and there are some crumpled paper in the bamboo basket, which looks like it should be a waste paper basket; There are five paintings hanging on the wall on the west side, all of which are painted with landscape figures and the like, and the inscriptions are all Cui Mingzhu, but there are no inscriptions.

On one side of the bed was a dressing table with a bronze mirror, next to it a box of rouge gouache and the like, and a slightly larger box of jewelry; There is a small porcelain bowl with colored glaze on the small cabinet at the head of the bed, and there is still a little residue in the porcelain bowl, which looks like a bowl of porridge, and the room is very neat and clean, without any traces of theft and fighting.

"Brother Tiger, what do you think this is?" , Cao Xiaohui walked over with a small piece of paper.

Nie Xiaohu took the paper and looked at it, it was a blank piece of paper, and there was no ink on it.

"This was found in that wastebasket, crumpled up."

"What, what's wrong with this piece of paper?" , Nie Xiaohu asked with a smile.

"Of course there is, first of all, it has not been used, there is not a single ink on it, and besides, it is too small, let alone used for painting, even if it is used to write a letter, it is too small, and it is thrown into the wastebasket before it has even been used, there must be something wrong with this!"

"Clever!" , Nie Xiaohu gave a thumbs up and praised happily.

"Take it and test the powder on the paper to see what it is?" , Nie Xiaohu carefully handed the paper to Cao Xiaohui.

"There's powder on it?" , Cao Xiaohui's brows furrowed, and she took a closer look.

"Really!" , sighed lightly and shook his head.

returned to the living room, Cui Yuancheng hurriedly greeted him.

"How?"

"Tell me a little bit about what happened."

"Madam", Cui Yuancheng glanced at Lu, who wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded lightly.

"After the banquet ended last night, Mingzhu went back to the room to rest, but in the second half of the night, around the ugly hour, I suddenly heard Xiaoya's shout, I hurriedly got up and went outside the bedroom, only to see Xiaoya running over in a panic.

I only thought that there was a thief in the house, but I didn't expect Xiaoya to say that the young lady was unwell and vomited blood, I was frightened when I heard it, and hurried to the room of the little girl in the backyard, only to see Mingzhu holding her stomach with her hands, rolling on the bed, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

I hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her, Mingzhu saw that it was me, so she stopped struggling in my arms, looked at me and said three words intermittently, when Mingzhu's breath was very weak, the voice was also very small, I didn't hear too clearly, when the third word was said, Mingzhu she suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and... And then ......"

After speaking, Lu Shi hid his face and cried again.

"Oops! You know crying! What's the use of crying? What did my daughter say before she died, don't hurry up and tell Mr. Nie to catch her head! Cui Yuancheng said anxiously.

"Oh!" , Lu Shi sobbed and said, "Mingzhu seems to be saying the words 'not him'. ”

"Not him?" , Nie Xiaohu's brows instantly twisted.

"Mrs. Lu, do you know who Ling Ai is talking about?"

"I don't know," Lu shook his head, "I've never heard of Mingzhu having any contact with any man. ”

Nie Xiaohu looked at Cui Yuancheng again, and Cui Yuancheng also shook his head.

"Ling Ai's painting skills are very high!" , Nie Xiaohu nodded, "Although I don't know much about painting, I can also see that Ling Ai's painting is really vivid!" ”

"Mingzhu, she is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting," Lu said with a sob.

"Just now, you said that Ling Ai's personal maid Xiaoya?"

"Oh, Xiaoya!" , Lu Shi hurriedly turned his head and said.

"Madame", a Peugeot little maid stepped forward timidly, her eyes also red from crying.

"If you want to ask you something, you must answer truthfully."

"Yes."

"Xiaoya."

"The slave is here."

"You tell me what you saw last night, and remember, don't leave any details behind."

"Yes", Xiaoya nodded slightly.

"After the banquet last night, I put the lotus seed porridge that Miss wants to eat every night before going to bed on the bedside table, and went downstairs to rest, and in the second half of the night, I suddenly heard Miss call my name upstairs, which sounded very painful......"