Lu Ximi knocked on An Baizi's door again.

An Baizi opened the door and saw that it was Lu Ximi, and he was so frightened that goosebumps all over his body rose.

"Simi, why are you here?"

Lu Ximi held up the small notebook that had been written in advance.

"Can you show me the serpent?"

After smelling the colorless and odorless snake, Lu Ximi asked Martin for a pesticide that could be smelled from afar, and she confirmed a fact.

Fang Chuyi died of a snake.

Lu Ximi turned around and looked at Song Chuqian, who had the little tail.

"How do you prove you're using pesticides?"

After Song Chuqian finished reading the words, he led Lu Ximi to his room.

Song Chuqian took out the pesticide he had hidden.

"At that time, a little bit was added to each dish, so I used a lot."

Lu Ximi took it and took a look, and there were indeed traces of use.

Then she spun around again to make sure there were no snakes.

Although the suspicion that Song Chuqian is the murderer cannot be completely ruled out, after all, it is possible that after using the pungent smell of pesticides to no avail, he stole the colorless and odorless snake to use.

But at least for now, suspicion has decreased.

Lu Ximi pointed to the photo of Song Chuqian and Song Youyou on the table, and wrote down the question curiously.

"Have you gone to see your sister's tombstone?"

Song Chuqian shook his head.

"Do you want to go and see it?"

“…… Good. ”

Lu Ximi's original purpose was to take Song Chuqian to see Song Youyou's tombstone, although they were not really brothers and sisters, but maybe let Song Chuqian see it, and he could see what was different, after all, he had more clues about Song Youyou.

Lu Ximi saw that Song Chuqian agreed, and he was about to walk out.

As a result, Song Chuqian said coldly: "Do you want to go back and change your clothes?" ”

Lu Ximi then remembered that his clothes were still stained with milk.

She nodded, went back to her room and changed her clothes before going out.

When they arrived at the cemetery, the two happened to bump into several male servants digging a pit.

Lu Ximi's intuition told her that something was wrong.

She couldn't speak, so she dragged Song Chuqian over.

Song Chuqian was dragged to the corner of his clothes, and there was no room for resistance at all.

Not only can you not resist, but you also have to be a translator.

"What are you doing?"

Song Chuqian looked at Lu Ximi's sign language and translated.

"Young Master, we are digging a pit for Susie, the maid who died yesterday."

The maid who died yesterday?

"How did she die? When did you die? ”

"Not long after Madame passed away, Susie also passed away, and everyone said that Susie was loyal."

Passed away in about time? Lu Ximi suddenly had an idea.

This time, before she could compare sign language, Song Chuqian said exactly what she wanted to ask: "Where is the corpse?" ”

The manservant led the two to Susie's body.

Susie has been dead for a while, and purple lips are normal, and Lu Ximi has no way to judge the cause of Susie's death through this.

She could only hope for those few male servants.

"Were her lips purple when she first died?"

Song Chuqian translated.

The manservant shook his head, "I don't know, but you can ask Mary, she was the first to find out that Susie was dead." ”

By the time the two of them went around and found Mary again, it was almost noon.

She was preparing lunch.

When she saw Lu Ximi, she was a little cramped.

I guess I still care that I spilled milk on her.

Lu Ximi compared his movements, and Song Chuqian translated: "When Susie died, do you remember anything abnormal?" ”

Mary blurted out, "Her lips are purple." ”

Lu Ximi and Song Chuqian were both a little puzzled.

"Why did you remember so quickly?"

"Because Susie's lips were slowly turning purple, I asked her what was going on, and she said it might be the blueberry jam in the cake."

Lu Ximi quickly captured the key vocabulary.

"What cake?"

Song Chuqian seemed to know what Lu Ximi was thinking, and said her heart word for word.

"Madame ate it this afternoon, and before she finished it, Susie felt it was a waste, so she ate it."

Lu Ximi felt that it was certain, this should be the carrier of the snake.

The snake had already been used by An Baizi for a small bottle at that time, so there should be another person holding the snake.

Is it Natsuzo, who is skilled in killing?

Or the mysterious willow glass?

Or Song Chuqian, who failed to poison for the first time and plotted the second time?

Lu Ximi still prefers to believe in Song Chuqian, he just failed once, and he should still have a little time to reformulate the plan.

Although Xia Zuo didn't have enough clues, he at least knew his motive for killing.

And what about Liu Li?

Lu Ximi wrote: "Do you have any clues about Liu Li? ”

Song Chuqian shook his head, and just when Lu Ximi was about to be discouraged again, he said, "You can ask the maids." ”

It's a really good approach, and she's gotten a lot of clues from the maid from the beginning until now.

But......

"Are you still my translator?"

Barrage: "Drag my sister is a straight ball"

"My cp brain was automatically changed to Are you still my knight?"

"To tell the truth, they are really a good match, I can't understand what Sister Tu is expressing at all, but 185 can say it accurately"

Song Chuqian looked at the words written in the small notebook, and for some reason his face was a little hot.

Mine, my ......

Song Chuqian pretended to nod indifferently and led Lu Ximi on the road to find the maid.

It may be that Song Chuqian has a higher status than Lu Ximi, who was beaten, or it may be that the maids simply like Song Chuqian's face, and almost every maid is very cooperative.

"Miss Liuli? Madame is very strict with Miss Liu Li. ”

"Madame's almost perverted desire to control Miss Liu Li."

"Miss Liu Li really wants to go out and play."

Most of what the maids said was that Liu Li was very important to the dead and was also controlled by the dead.

There is almost no regulation of freedom.

Will this be Liu Li's killing machine?

Another afternoon passed.

It's time for dinner.

Everyone sat in rows, waiting for the maids to serve the food.

Suddenly, Natsuzo stood up.

"Good evening everyone," Xia Zuo smiled very gently, but his eyes were deep and bottomless, "It's very tiring for everyone to look for clues today, and even if you look so hard, you can't find it, why don't we play a game." ”

The eyes of the others brushed over to Xia Zuo.

Lu Ximi thought it was strange.

Xia Zuo is a bit of a double standard, the person who was so fierce to her yesterday is smiling today.

It's unpleasant.

"What game?"

Liu Li asked curiously.

Natsuzo smiled and took out a box from under the table with his unhung hand, and threw the key to his waist into it.

"Everyone put the keys together, and then each person randomly picks one, and then takes the key and searches for clues in the room that can be opened, what do you think?"

An Baizi was the first to agree.

She had already walked around the castle several times today, and she had gained nothing but her own clues.

Lu Ximi thought about it, she is a public marginal figure, no one will vote for her, not to mention that there are no clues in her room, no matter who is drawn, she will make a profit and not lose money, of course, except for Song Chuqian's room that has been searched.

And if you're lucky, you can still draw willow glass, right?

So Lu Ximi also agreed.

Liu Li followed.

The three girls agreed, and Natsuzo looked at the only boy besides herself.

Song Chuqian didn't speak, but directly took off the key and threw it into the box.