A sneer appeared on Mo Qingzhu's beautiful face, which was sinister and looked particularly eye-catching.
Sui Qian was startled, her long eyelashes trembled, but she still wrote it down in her notebook.
She asked again: "Did you contact him last night?"
"Contact?" Mo Qingzhu raised her neck and drank the wine in the glass as if she had heard some joke. Her red lips showed a beautiful water color, "Why should I contact him? I came here secretly. Yes, because I want to catch evidence of his cheating, so of course I won’t be stupid enough to alert him.”
"But it's a pity that that little bitch Nana didn't come. Otherwise, it might be this pair of scumbag men and women who died in the house."
The woman shook her head regretfully, her eyes gradually becoming unclear.
The girl was a little surprised, "Why are you so sure that Han Yu will die?"
Mo Qingzhu glanced towards her and saw her cutely widened green eyes, feeling more and more that she was being ravaged.
The smile on his lips also became meaningful.
"I'm not making a metaphor. I didn't know he would die here."
"I'm going to say something unethical. I'm actually quite grateful to that murderer, but you must never say this to anyone else. Not everyone may be as innocent as you."
Mo Qingzhu winked at Sui Qian and joked.
The girl was silent, unable to write.
She is a very sensitive person. From Mo Qingzhu's seemingly crazy and uncaring appearance, she can see that she was hurt all over in the past. Her eyes are a little moist, and the slightly swaying water is even more sparkling under the light. .
She bit her lip guiltily and lowered her eyelids, "I'm sorry, Sister Qingzhu, I was too rash, I shouldn't have asked..."
Mo Qingzhu couldn't help but feel helpless when he saw the little girl's eyes were red, with crystal clear tears hanging on her black eyelashes, and her little body twitching.
All the sadness in her heart was completely gone, and she curved her lips and said with a wry smile: "What on earth have you made up in your head? How old am I to be this fragile?"
The girl's eyes were red, she sniffed, and said softly: "I'm just afraid that I'll rub salt into your wounds, Sister Qingzhu, so..."
She meant well, and Mo Qingzhu felt it, and said with complicated emotions: "Thank you, but I don't need..."
Now that the scumbag is dead, she should be happy.
Sui Qian gradually stopped crying, glanced at Mo Qingzhu cautiously, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Qingzhu, did you see anyone suspicious last night?"
"Suspicious? What do you mean?" Mo Qingzhu was confused.
The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, "It's just that kind of thing, very weird, very bizarre..."
Mo Qingzhu held her chin and pondered for a moment.
"When you ask this, I really have a suspicion."
"Um?"
Mo Qingzhu suddenly came closer, looked at Sui Qian's soft and easy-to-bullish white face, and spoke strangely in a low tone.
"Don't you think Butler Xie is suspicious? He's an elusive person, and he always has a stern face. He has a lukewarm attitude toward everyone. It's very weird, isn't it?"
Sui Qian was a little stunned.
She tried to turn her little head.
So, Sister Qingzhu thinks Mr. Butler is suspicious just because he appears everywhere?
From that perspective, it is indeed quite strange, but everything depends on evidence. It is not good to slander anyone without evidence.
So she just laughed twice and didn't answer.
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Night was coming again, and the thought of Han Yu's death was still confusing. NPCs and players did not dare to sleep, and gathered in the lobby on the first floor, looking panicked.
Xie Yunting looked at the different expressions on everyone's faces, as if he didn't notice their fear, and reminded them in a calm voice.
"Everyone, please go back to your rooms and don't crowd around the hall."
As soon as he said this, a few timid NPCs immediately shouted back, "You all have a murder case, how can we pretend that nothing happened and go back to sleep? What if the next person to die is us? ?”
"That's right, we won't go back to the room without an explanation!"
They were noisy, but the players were hiding in the muddy waters.
Xie Yunting stood on the stairs of the second floor and looked at these restless and disgusting humans, the disgust in his eyes became even more obvious.
He pursed his thin lips into a straight line without moving, and thought coolly.
Even if everyone is dead, what does it have to do with him?
What a bunch of ungrateful bitches.
Sui Qian lowered her head in a daze. She was really sleepy, and her upper and lower eyelids were already fighting.
Her body was swaying and her legs were weak. Song Xiuyuan and Meng Chexuan couldn't help but sweat for her after seeing her.
"Qianqian..." Song Xiuyuan said worriedly, wanting to hold her in his arms almost the next second.
Wang Yutong wanted to lean on her shoulder, but what he didn't expect was that the kitten-like girl moved into Xiao Jihe's arms. Before he could push her away, her furry little head rubbed against the man's chest like a baby, unconsciously The ground cooed.
"like you……"
The last three words she didn't say were, ice cream.
When they heard the words "I like you" come out of Sui Qian's mouth, Song Xiuyuan and Meng Chexuan's faces darkened, and their fists clenched uncontrollably.
What did they hear?
like?
The two people's eyes turned red with jealousy, and their eyes couldn't help but look at Xiao Jihe with a sinister light.
Gu Zhongjing was stunned. Although he felt a little sad, he could not feel any dark emotions. He could only sincerely hope that -
Qianbao just needs to be happy every day.
Gu Yihan had a sarcastic look in his eyes. He was just as virtuous as his good stepmother, who liked to act coquettishly in front of men.
Not reserved at all!
But what he didn't realize was that he cared more about Sui Qian than he hated her.
While he despised her in his heart, he also seemed to have masochistic tendencies. He kept firmly capturing the girl's figure, not letting go of her subtle and delicate expression changes.
Like a madman looking for plum blossoms to quench his thirst.
The calmest person was Xiao Jihe, who was thrown into the arms of the charming beauty. He guessed from the moment the girl said those three words that she was probably talking nonsense.
There is no second little fool in the world who is more emotionally insensitive than her.
If she could enlighten herself, the iron tree would blossom.
Xiao Jihe didn't feel the slightest disturbance in his heart, and allowed the little guy to hug him tightly, looking very tired.
He calmly looked across the crowd at Xie Yunting, who was standing on the second floor. Remembering that he couldn't find anyone else when he went to look for him last night, his eyes couldn't help but become a little gloomy.
There are various signs that Xie Yunting is the most likely copy boss, but the most critical evidence is still missing.
