"Zhou Yu'an, what are you doing?"
The voice came from above her head. Zhou Yuan raised her head suddenly, their eyes met, and she stammered: "I, I fell, accidentally."
"I'm asking about your hands."
"my hand?"
Only then did Zhou Yuan notice that her hands had been squeezing him. Her face flushed, she quickly stood up straight and turned her back: "I, I just feel strange, why did I touch a soft thing."
"Soft?" As a shadow was cast, Shen Chongming moved to the front of Zhou Yu'an.
She quickly covered her face with her hands and turned around again, "Both Tan Liu and the housekeeper mentioned the cat's meow. It's impossible for a man as old as Mr. Tan to disappear for no reason. I think there is a connection between the cat's meow and Mr. Tan's disappearance. It's relevant. Just wait here and I'll go look for it."
"Zhou Yu'an!"
"Don't call me, I'm a little flustered right now." Zhou Yu'an hurriedly fled to another corner of the room. While searching for any devices in the room, he explained awkwardly: "I'm not flustered because of you. , because this case is so strange."
"Really?" Shen Chongming frowned and walked towards her slowly.
Inexplicably, Zhou Yuan became nervous again. Just when she was thinking about running away, Shen Chongming suddenly reached out, held her wrist, and pressed her hand against the portrait.
"Shen Chongming?!"
"Aren't you looking for a secret passage?" Shen Chongming let go and motioned for her to look at the painting.
That should be a portrait of Mrs. Tan when she was young. In the painting, her eyebrows are stretched, and there is a smile at the corner of her eyes. Zhou Yu'an didn't know who painted this painting for her, but judging from her dress, it should have been after her marriage to Mr. Tan.
There is no signature on the painting, and the specific year cannot be seen.
"This painting seems to be unfinished. Look at the hem of the skirt, the color is too light."
"The hairpin is red with green. This painting should have been painted when they were newly married. Later, conflicts arose between the husband and wife, and the painting was no longer painted." Shen Chongming lifted the painting, and Zhou Yu'an saw the figure hidden under the painting. Dark grid.
"How do you know there is a secret compartment down here? Have you been to the Tan family? Are you investigating them?"
"Thankfully I thought you were smart before. Can't you see the obvious water stains on the painting?" Shen Chongming flicked Zhou Yu'an's forehead. Zhou Yu'an paused and woke up instantly.
Why did she ignore the traces on the painting?
That was left when the scroll was opened with wet hands and should not appear on the painting. At the time of the incident, there were only three people in the room. In addition to Mrs. Tan, who was confirmed dead, there was also the missing Mr. Tan and the murderer.
In order to cover up the traces of murder, the murderer cleverly took ice from Tan's ice cave and then moved Mr. Tan. This Furong Garden is so big that there are no trees in the yard that can cover it. Although the servants are not guarding the yard, they can see everything happening in the yard through the windows. If the murderer was carrying, carrying, or even dragging Master Tan out, the servants would definitely notice.
Although the murderer is stupid, he is not stupid to this extent. Since he doesn't want anyone to discover Mr. Tan, he must have hidden Mr. Tan in the room. The room is so big and can be seen at a glance, unless there is a secret room here, and it is a secret room that only they know.
The murderer must be Tan Xingzhi, the son of the Tan family.
With a "click", the secret room hidden in the room was opened. Unexpectedly, the entrance to the secret room was actually hidden in the cabinet.
The secret room is downward, and the secret passage is very narrow, allowing only one person to pass through. Shen Chongming was in front, followed closely by Zhou Yuan. At the beginning, Zhou Yu'an could still focus on the secret room. As he walked, he could only see Shen Chongming.
Perhaps it was because of the secret room that she actually thought he looked good-looking even from behind.
"Be careful, there is something under your feet!"
Shen Chongming reminded him and glanced back.
Zhou Yuan's eyes were bright, especially in this dark room.
"Look at your feet!"
Shen Chongming reminded her in a calm voice.
Just as Zhou Yu'an was about to answer, something grazed her ankle and jumped over. She felt numb all over and subconsciously pounced on Shen Chongming.
"There's something!"
"I reminded you." Shen Chongming pulled her hand away: "It's just a mouse."
"Rat?" Zhou Yu'an breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to let go when he smelled the breath coming from Shen Chongming. This man is really weird. The more he is in such a shady place, the better his smell becomes. Light, like rosin. She couldn't help but get closer and smell it, but she felt his back stiffen suddenly.
"Zhou Yu'an, what are you doing?"
"I'm afraid!" Zhou Yu'an hugged his waist: "You may not believe it, but I'm afraid of mice!"
"You're not even afraid of corpses, but you're afraid of mice?" Shen Chongming looked at the dark passage in front of him, and said with a half-smile: "Zhou Yu'an, when you make up a lie, you have to make it up so that I can believe it."
"Why don't you believe me? I'm really afraid of mice." To prove what he said, Zhou Yu'an hugged him tighter: "I'm not only afraid of mice, I'm also afraid of snakes. There can't be snakes in this secret passage, right? It’s over, why do I feel like there’s one next to my feet?”
"There is one, otherwise..."
"Are you carrying me?"
"What a beautiful idea!" Shen Chongming opened her hand and said, "Walk well, we are almost there."
"Stingy, you don't know how to show mercy at all. Just like you, you have to run away after your wife gets married." Zhou Yu'an muttered, and unexpectedly bumped into Shen Chongming again.
It was pitch dark in the secret passage, and I didn't know when he turned around.
At this time, he grabbed Zhou Yu'an's arm, pushed her against the damp wall, and bowed to look at her: "Are you running because I don't know how to show mercy to women?"
"You don't understand." Zhou Yu'an said hard but rationally: "In Qinglu, I have tried to please you several times, but you have ignored me."
"It's not clear what men and women can do. Besides, are you trying to please me?" Shen Chongming slowly bent down.
"Why don't you please me?" Zhou Yu'an waited for the opportunity and wanted to slip out from under his arms. As if aware of her intention, Shen Chongming touched her face: "Feeding me medicine, stuffing all the worms into my mouth, is that called pleasing me?"
"No, it's not called flattering, it's called healing. Just tell me, is your injury healed?"
"Cure? Okay! Then tell me, how did you please me when you were in Qinglu?"
"You find the medicine bitter, so I'll get you osmanthus candy."
"You mixed other medicines into the osmanthus sugar, which caused me pain for three days."
"I'm helping you detoxify." Zhou Yu'an explained: "Is it flattering to help you take a bath? I rub my back very seriously."
"Yes, the purpose of rubbing open my healed wound is just to see if your newly developed wound medicine is effective?"
"I don't like you, so I want to give you the best."
Zhou Yu'an spoke with a trembling voice, feeling that the secret passage was extremely cold.
Seeing that Shen Chongming was unmoved, he tentatively said: "You are a man, it is not good for you to hold grudges like this. The worst is, I will let you scratch me a few times, and then apply my wound medicine on me."
Shen Chongming's brows furrowed, and Zhou Yu'an stretched out his hand to roll up his sleeves.
"Three stabs at most, any more and I won't be able to help crying."
