Just when Sui Qian was wandering in her mind, she saw the man glance towards her.
Only then did she realize that his eye color was very special, it was starry ice blue, vast and ethereal, covered with a thin layer of ice, and at the same time, it was unbelievable to see.
This is the first time the girl has seen a man with such eye color.
What she didn't know was that as early as the second she appeared, netizens in the live broadcast room were already excitedly posting comments.
——[mUa! (*╯3╰)~~Whose wife is so cute? It turns out to be my home! 】
——[Long time no see Qianqian! ! ! 】
——[Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns apart, and not seeing each other for one night is like two autumns at least! 】
——[Why are you so unstable? Didn’t we just meet last night? Fortunately, I can see them every day and have long been used to it~~~]
——[Dream you Niu Boyi, just dream, who can dream more than you. 】
——[Why doesn’t anyone care about the dead? You indifferent heartless people...]
Xiao Jihe never thought before last night that he would meet Sui Qian in this copy, and he only bumped into her because he was thinking about other things at the time.
If she hadn't spoken out, I'm afraid he wouldn't have looked at her face at all.
At this moment, I saw her pupils flashing slightly, her eyelashes quivering slightly, and her porcelain-white face tightening a bit, and I couldn't help but feel funny.
So cute.
He and Xie Yunting looked at each other, "Did you say it or did I say it?"
Xie Yunting said nothing and didn't seem to want to interfere in this matter at all. Xiao Jihe could only chuckle.
"Well, since Butler Xie doesn't want to say anything, I'll do it for you."
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Xiao. I am a private detective. This time I came here by mistake. The deceased was Han Yu who checked in at 12 noon yesterday. His blood was drained from his body and he bled to death. , there are currently no other wounds on the body.”
The man narrated calmly, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, but when the NPC and the player saw the death of the man in the room, they couldn't help but shiver, and their hearts were invaded by coldness.
Bleeding to death, this murderer must be too cruel!
Just as Xiao Jihe finished speaking, suddenly, a long-haired woman rushed out of the crowd. She had exquisite makeup, but her expression was slightly crazy.
She stumbled all the way to Han Yu's side, her beautiful face full of tears, and her voice was sharp: "Husband! How could you die? Who harmed you, who is it..."
When the woman said her husband, everyone was stunned.
All eyes fell on her.
She and the dead Han Yu were... husband and wife?
The woman didn't care at all what others were looking at her, she just kept looking at the man on the ground with tears in her eyes, as if she loved him terribly.
Just when her hand wanted to touch Han Yu's face, Xiao Jihe stopped coldly: "Don't touch him! Don't touch the body!"
As soon as his voice came out, the woman seemed to react immediately and took her hand back with a "swish".
She looked panicked and almost crawled to Xiao Jihe's legs on her knees, "Detective Xiao, you are so good, you will definitely be able to help me find the murderer of my husband, right?"
The woman wanted to pull down his trouser legs, but Xiao Jihe predicted her behavior in advance and gave her a cold look.
"Ms. Mo, can you tell me where you were at ten o'clock last night?"
Mo Qingzhu was confused by the question, "Where am I at ten o'clock?"
"Um."
Mo Qingzhu thought for a moment and was about to answer when he suddenly realized what he was saying and looked at Xiao Jihe with eyes wide open. The sharp voice seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums.
"Are you doubting me?"
Her crazy look was completely different from her appearance, and her sudden madness really scared many people.
Xiao Jihe had a playful look in his eyes and smiled lightly.
"It's just a routine inquiry. If there is nothing wrong with you, why are you so panicked, Ms. Mo?"
Mo Qingzhu couldn't accept that Xiao Jihe doubted her.
He was the detective she hired, so why should he doubt her?
There was a bit of resentment in her eyes, "I was drinking coffee in the cafe on the fourth floor at ten o'clock last night, and I never saw him at all."
"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep if you still drink coffee at ten o'clock?" Xiao Jihe felt very strange.
Mo Qingzhu's bright red nails suddenly sank into her palms, her beautiful eyes widened, "I can drink whatever I want! Who said you can't drink coffee at night?"
Xiao Jihe's thin lips hidden under the mask gave a faint smile, "Of course, I'm just asking. Ms. Mo, don't be nervous."
His voice was nice and cold, and those who didn't know it thought he was flirting.
But looking at a woman who is so lively and energetic, it doesn't look like she is terribly sad after her husband dies.
It's more like acting.
Meng Chexuan was always very accurate about women. From the moment Mo Qingzhu appeared until now, he knew that she didn't have much love for her nominal husband.
Even at the moment when she lowered her face to cry, he saw the flash of pleasure in her eyes.
He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Are NPCs so good at acting these days?
Gu Yihan didn't care about any of this, and he didn't care who died, but Gu Zhongjing beside him was always very excited.
"Brother, is there a possibility that she killed her husband? She was too much like a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken just now!"
Gu Yihan was very upset about his noisy younger brother. He pinched his eyebrows and said, "Keep your voice down."
"oh."
Gu Zhongjing covered his mouth and his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Sui Qian, watching her obediently standing aside with her curled eyelashes hanging down, casting soft shadows on her eyelids.
Standing there quietly, she was like a fragile porcelain doll, beautiful and ethereal, so beautiful that she didn't have any flaws.
His heartbeat began to beat uncontrollably again.
Ziliu! She's so cute, like a little rabbit, when will he be able to talk to her? Will he scare her by being too enthusiastic?
Gu Zhongjing was worried. The usually enthusiastic and courageous young man also had a shrinking and hesitant side.
Gu Yihan raised an eyebrow at his brother's sudden silence.
He followed his brother's gaze and saw Wan Lian's petite figure with a pink ribbon tied in a low ponytail.
His eyes became colder.
He couldn't see what other advantages she had besides her beauty.
Gu Yihan hates vases the most, as they remind him of his disgusting stepmother at home.
He also had a face, but his insides were already rotten. When his father was not around, he and his brother would either be beaten or scolded, and all kinds of belittling and insults would come one after another.
The young man's cold eyes were piercing, and he looked at Sui Qian with deep-seated disgust.
Feeling a snake-like gaze looking at her, the girl shrank her neck. She thought of the nightmare she had, and the demon in the dream also had such cold and cold eyes.
The long eyelashes hung uneasily, the pink lips were bitten by the teeth, and the sweet smell became more intense.
Even Wang Yutong smelled this unusual sweet fragrance, his mind was confused for a moment, and he asked confusedly.
"Qianqian, what kind of perfume are you wearing? Why does it smell so good?"
