Chen Ao and Liang Xiaoya returned to the county office, and it was not too early. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe two of them cleaned up briefly and went back to the house to rest.

Although there were many discoveries on this day, it was still helpless to find the psychopathic murderer. Chen Ao's heart was heavy, as if he was pressing a big stone, and it was difficult to breathe.

The thought that someone might be killed tonight made Chen Ao restless. He knew that only by finding the killer as soon as possible could he reduce the likelihood of innocent people being harmed......

Early the next morning, Chen Ao again sent a catcher to Hongxiang Mansion to check the situation. After returning from the arrest, he reported that everything was normal last night and no one was killed. At the same time, Miss Yulinling is still crazy. The doctors in the whole city have already gone to see it, and they are all helpless. I'm afraid that this girl won't be able to sober up in her life.

The most angry is naturally Meng Changsheng, the owner of Hongxiang Building. He has worked hard to cultivate Yulinling for more than ten years, but just when he was about to recover the cost, something like this happened. How could such a loss-making transaction not make such a philistine merchant angry?

Chen Ao couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Yu Linling. This girl who is in the flower season has a bad fate at first, and as a man's plaything, she has now become like this, which is really sad and lamentable.

Thinking about his thoughts, he paced back and forth in the courtyard for a few steps. Liang Xiaoya was playing with her beloved white horse Piaoxue, and when she saw Chen Ao coming, she turned around and said hello.

She wore a lilac dress today, with a light gauze and soft manliness, outlining her delicate and petite figure. Now that autumn is in the middle of now, the west wind is blowing in gusts, raising her skirt and sideburns, which makes people intoxicated.

Chen Ao's heart was shocked, he couldn't imagine that this little girl was dressed up seriously, which was really exciting. She also deliberately wore a purple shirt today, was it because she was stimulated by the dress she saw yesterday?

Thinking of this, Chen Ao shook his head and smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt something strange in his heart. When he looked up again, Liang Xiaoya's figure seemed to have changed into the appearance of Yulin Ling in a trance.

The delicate beauty is dressed in purple makeup, and she stands on the side of western feng shui...... Such a scene seems to be somewhat familiar.

Chen Ao couldn't help muttering in his heart: Where have you seen this picture?

The day before yesterday, when he saw Yu Linling wearing a purple dress, he felt a little familiar. Yesterday, he recalled that Zhang Wan'er had also appeared in this dress before he died. Chen Ao thought that it was because of this that he felt familiar.

But now that I think about it, it doesn't seem that simple.

The familiar picture, the two dead women - Yu Jiao'er, Zhang Wan'er, and Yu Linling, who was almost killed......

What's the connection?

Chen Ao fell into deep thought: If the murderer kills people without any purpose, then there will never be only a few people killed. There are so many girls in Hongxiang Building, most of them were defenseless before, and it was easy to kill people. And Yulin Ling, relatively speaking, has received the most attention. It's not easy to hurt her.

This shows that the murderer can be chosen. This murderer is going to kill these people!

Then these three women must be related to a certain extent. What exactly is a connection?

"Yu Jiao'er...... Zhang Wan'er...... Yulin Ling ......" Chen Ao couldn't stop muttering these names in his mouth, suddenly patted his head, and stood up suddenly: "Is it because of this ......?"

Liang Xiaoya was startled by Chen Ao's sudden strange scream, couldn't beat him, and scolded: "What are you crazy about!"

Chen Ao grabbed her little hand and said excitedly: "Let's go! Let's go to Hongxiang Building! I think, I need to know the mystery!"

Liang Xiaoya's eyes lit up, and she was surprised: "Do you know who the murderer is?"

Chen Ao shook his head and said, "I don't know yet." But I knew how to find him! I was right in my mind from the start. The name of the murderer must be in Meng Changsheng's account book!"

The two didn't have time to say more, and both mounted their horses. They rode together, it was already commonplace, and there was no longer the embarrassment of the beginning. However, such an intimate situation, in the eyes of the crowd, has another meaning. Pei Shikong turned a pair of triangular eyes, watching the two leave, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Chen Ao and Liang Xiaoya rushed to Hongxiang Building, only to see that the door was closed, and the two little maids who answered the door at the door were also silent, bowing their heads, and they didn't even dare to speak loudly, as if they were afraid that a mistake would annoy Meng Changsheng, who was angry.

Chen Ao came to investigate the case and didn't care about Meng Changsheng's attitude. But his straightforward request still made Meng Changsheng very angry.

Meng Changsheng sat on the sandalwood chair, his face gloomy, and said coldly: "Chen Ao, do you know what you are doing? In that account book, there are many secrets that powerful people in Liangcheng are unwilling to reveal. Even if I want to show it to you, I'm afraid no one else wants to show it to you!"

Liang Xiaoya was secretly amused, and said in her heart: This is not the first time I have read this account book, what secrets there are, we already know!

Chen Ao hurriedly said: "Boss Meng, that account book is the key to finding the murderer. Don't you want to find the murderer and avenge the two dead girls and the rain girl?"

Meng Changsheng gritted his teeth, obviously weighing the pros and cons. But in the end, he still shook his head: "No! That account book is very important, I can't give it to you!"

Liang Xiaoya grinned and said, "Boss Meng, why are you so stingy? No matter how deep that account book is hidden, what's the use? If those powerful people in Liang Cheng knew that you actually quietly recorded their whereabouts to and from Hongxiang Mansion. You say, will they come to you in person?"

Meng Changsheng was stunned and slammed his fist on the table.

Liang Xiaoya said again: "I think, Boss Meng doesn't want that kind of thing to happen, right? God knows this, you know it, I know it. Let's keep our mouths shut, won't we?"

Chen Ao looked at Liang Xiaoya in amazement, not knowing when this little girl became so sharp-tongued, and couldn't help but quietly give her a thumbs up.

If it weren't for Meng Changsheng's calmness, I'm afraid he would have jumped like thunder. Originally, he quietly recorded the situation of the guests in order to analyze the preferences of the customers and provide better service. Unexpectedly, now it has become something that Liang Xiaoya threatens herself.

He snorted heavily, turned and took out the thick account book from a locked wooden box and threw it on the table. Then, Meng Changsheng waved his sleeves, turned around and left, and said as he walked: "The account book is here, you can read it for yourself." But don't ask me, I won't say a word!"

Chen Ao shrugged his shoulders and sighed, it was simply difficult for this old fox to say the mark in place of his name.

He didn't have time to think about it, turned around and began to look through the ledger. He flipped through quickly, page by page. Liang Xiaoya couldn't help, so she had to sit on the sidelines, bored.

Chen Ao flipped a thick ledger from front to back and back to front, not knowing what to find. He buried his head in search for a moment, and then looked up and pondered for a moment, as if he had encountered a problem.

I was so busy for most of the day, and it was getting dark. Liang Xiaoya couldn't wait, got up and said, "Chen Ao, have you found it?"

Seeing Chen Ao slowly raise his head, there was an incredible expression on his face, and he muttered to himself: "It's ...... him."