......

　　

　　 After everyone has fully converged, it is already an hour later.

　　

　　 An Xuan and Zuo Jing were the last two to come back, and... Qin Jian stared at the two gradually coming, and something very strange flashed in his eyes.

　　

　　 Other people too, but the degree of cover-up is different.

　　

　　 "Why are you coming back so late?" You Qiwen asked in a huff. He first looked at Zuo Jing, then turned his gaze to An Xuan, and said suspiciously, "Did you find something?"

　　

　　 "Not yet." An Xuan replied very calmly. He seemed to be accustomed to this look, "There are too many paths here. We are lost and we have lost some time."

　　

　　 "Lost?" Teacher Liao Zhi turned his face to look at Zuo Jing, as if trying to verify what An Xuan said from her.

　　

　　 But he failed.

　　

　　Because... he found that Zuo Jing was deliberately evading her sight. Although she was more calm, she was not like this before she left.

　　

After finding someone staring at her, she didn't use An Xuan to remind her. She raised her head and said in a more formal tone: "We are indeed lost. When we find the place where Young Master Huang lives, time is too late. "

　　

　　 "So...you didn't go in?" Teacher Liao Zhi frowned and asked.

　　

　　 "No." Zuo Jing hung one arm, looking nothing, but her fingers kept tightening slightly, intentionally or unintentionally, and then released them later.

　　

　　 "Okay." An Xuan said with a smile, "There is nothing wrong with us, what about your responsibility?"

　　

　　 He turned his head to look at Qin Jian, who couldn't help but feel a little bitter in his heart.

　　

　　 "Mr. Qin." An Xuan asked, "Didn't you say you thought of some clues? Did you find it?"

　　

　　 "Found...found." Being targeted by someone like An Xuan is like being targeted by a poisonous snake. Although Qin Jian didn't really cooperate with him, he didn't want to offend such a person.

　　

"We found some weird marks in the abandoned house." Qin Jian seemed to think of the scene at the time, and his face darkened. "The front is pointed and the back is wider. It is from last night... The position of the sedan chair that was brought back last night stretched out, and then disappeared until the lake."

　　

"It's the kind of embroidered shoes worn by women with small feet." Shi Liao Zhi added: "You Qi...you Qi said... the paper woman who brought them back last night wore those shoes. ."

　　

　　 "Embroidered shoes?"

　　

　　 "Yes, that's right." Shi Liao Zhi continued: "I measured it with my hand, probably..." He stretched out his palm and made a simple gesture, "It's probably that big."

　　

　　 "And the shoe prints left behind are very deep." You Qi darkened his face, and then said: "I stepped on a few shoe prints hard, not even half the depth."

　　

　　 "Do you mean... that paper woman walked out of the sedan chair after we left, and then walked into the lake?" The fat man swallowed, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

　　

　　His ability to associate is relatively strong, and he has produced pictures.

　　

　　 This is incredible. Young Master Huang replaced Tang Shirou with a paper man. Now this paper man... is still alive? !

　　

　　 Everyone stopped talking, but it also meant that they all felt that this speculation was likely to be true, because no one refuted it.

　　

　　 "Has anyone seen those embroidered shoes?" Jiang Cheng asked weakly.

　　

"no."

　　

　　 "I didn't pay attention either."

　　

"No......"

　　

　　 "Brother You." An Xuan took over and said, "What did the embroidered shoes...look like?"

　　

"Red." You Qi said immediately: "It's a pair of red embroidered shoes," he paused, seeming to think of something suddenly, and added: "Above... it seems that there are two birds embroidered on it!"

　　

　　 "You should be talking about mandarin ducks..." With one hand supported and the other hand resting on the chin, after a while, Chen Qiang, who had not spoken, raised his head and said affirmatively.

　　

　　 "It seems that Young Master Huang's illness should be related to the woman who married in." Qin Jian clarified his thoughts and said, "She is probably the wife of Young Master Huang."

　　

　　 According to the existing information, this kind of speculation is more realistic.

　　

　　 "And this woman is probably already dead, so Young Master Huang was obsessed, and came to the lake to sing every night." Shi Liao Zhi added, touching his chin.

　　

"There is a problem with the cause of this woman's death." Qin Jian nodded and glanced at the lake. The lake during the day is very beautiful under the sunlight, which is very different from the strange and unpredictable feeling at night. "She was probably caught first. People were killed, and then..." Qin Jian boldly guessed, "The body was thrown into this lake."

　　

　　 "But it doesn't make sense at all." Xia Meng said, "Since Young Master Huang loves her so much and knows that she was killed, why not take revenge for my sweetheart?"

　　

　　 Through the various performances of Young Master Huang, everyone has tacitly regarded Young Master Huang as a ghost.

　　

　　 And according to what was sung in previous operas, the infatuated men and women died in the end. This should correspond to the infatuated Young Master Huang and his sweetheart.

　　

　　 "Will it..." Jiang Cheng blinked weak and pitiful eyes, and asked in a low voice, "That Young Master Huang is not a ghost, he is a human, but it's not normal."

　　

　　 An Xuan turned his head to look at him, and several other pairs of unclear eyes shot over. Everyone now knows that Jiang Cheng is acting, he is not a newcomer.

　　

　　 "Did Mr. Hao find anything?" An Xuan asked in a low voice.

　　

　　 "No, no." Jiang Cheng waved his hand quickly, "I guessed it, I guessed it casually."

　　

　　 He licked his lips, glanced at everyone with a very scared and simple look, and then whispered: "After all, you know, I am a newcomer who knows nothing."

　　

　　 Everyone's eyes became more subtle.

　　

　　 What's this saying... it's weird.

　　

　　 This subtle feeling lasted until after lunch~lightnovelpub.net~ This time the middle-aged woman did not come, everyone came to the pavilion very consciously, sat down, and started eating lunch.

　　

　　 After lunch, they returned to their rooms to rest.

　　

　　 After Jiang Cheng's figure disappeared, someone looked back.

　　

　　 This person's thinking seems to be different from other people's. Someone like Liao Zhi Qinjian said that everyone may discuss a few words and it will pass, but this person feels very different.

　　

　　 This can no longer be explained by being not good at disguising, he seems to be deliberate.

　　

　　 His words... everyone agrees that they are worth pondering.

　　

　　......

　　

　　 "What do you want to do?"

　　

　　As soon as he closed the door, Xia Meng pressed up with a questioning face, staring at Jiang Cheng as if looking at a neuropathy, "Do you have to attract everyone's attention to be satisfied?"

　　

　　 "Of course not." Jiang Cheng replied calmly: "I have my purpose, there is no need to explain it to you."

　　

　　 Xia Meng's expression was slightly taken aback. What she thought was that Jiang Cheng would use some weird reasons to prevaricate herself, but she did not expect that the latter would be so calm.

　　

　　 She suddenly had a bad feeling.

　　

　　 "Fuck!" The fat man yelled, "What's the situation?"