What's wrong with asking this question?
For a moment, Zhan Qian's expression became a little strange. She looked at the detective and said, "As a detective who likes to pursue reality, how could Mr. Gu ask such questions? Does the detective believe this?"
"You mean you're lying?" the detective asked.
"..." Zhan Qian twitched the corner of her mouth and glanced at him coldly: "It's mysterious and indescribable. If you believe it, just believe it. If you don't believe it, just believe it."
The detective smiled with a look on his face, but he did not discuss this issue with her again. He just suddenly thought of teasing the beauty.
He walked out of the grass bed, patted the soil on his hands, looked at the housekeeper and said, "I heard that Mr. Guo pulled out all the roses he planted for his late wife a month ago. The reason was because someone gave him roses and flowers in the middle of the night. Threatening letter, now it seems it is true.”
The butler looked ugly: "Mr. Gu, I want to know how you knew about this?"
"The detective's information is very extensive, and there is almost nothing I don't know." The detective knocked on his hat, glanced at the housekeeper with some unknown meaning, and then said: "What is the relationship between your husband and his wife? I don’t care at all, but now it’s your husband who is in trouble, butler, are you still unwilling to tell the secrets you have hidden?”
"I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Gu. You are here today to investigate the cause of his death. I hope you can abide by your duty." After the housekeeper finished speaking gloomily, he seemed not to want to stay any longer, turned around and left the courtyard.
Seeing this, the gardener who was standing timidly seemed not to want to stay with this group of people, so he quickly followed the housekeeper and left.
The detective shrugged as he watched him leave the background.
Seeing this, Zhan Qian asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Gu, did you find anything in your investigation?"
"A beautiful little white skirt, it should match your figure very well, Miss Zhan." The detective raised a smile on his lips and looked her up and down.
Zhan Qian is tall, more than 1.7 meters tall, and her black butt-covering fishtail dress outlines her figure very gracefully.
After hearing this, Zhan Qian rolled her eyes gracefully and said, "Can you please elaborate?"
The detective smiled: "Occultists probably like to come out in the middle of the night. Miss Zhan was invited to come to the manor to investigate. Did you really not see anything at night?"
"What exactly do you want to say?" Zhan Qian frowned slightly.
"We searched the maid's room and found a long white skirt. The hem of the skirt was a little wet and stained with mud. It seemed that it had been in contact with roses." The photographer who was investigating with the detective continued calmly. Said: "The person who killed Mr. Guo may have used those props to do something."
For example, he sent a threatening letter to Mr. Guo in the middle of the night, and also sent roses. Even the rotten roses found on Mr. Guo's body this morning were placed by the other party last night.
Zhan Qian's eyes widened slightly. She subconsciously called up her task panel and looked at it. The completed task one suddenly became particularly dazzling.
If the system could not go wrong, then the thing she saw last night was indeed a "ghost", but if all this was really someone pretending...
The system is playing word games with her!
It even caused her to keep using this script as a copybook!
Zhan Qian rubbed her forehead, and the scene where she saw the "ghost" last night flashed through her mind. The white shadow was indeed standing in the courtyard, and she was even sure that the other party had discovered her at that time.
Maybe he wanted her to find out on purpose.
The person who walked out of the villa door was someone who lived in the villa at the time. Of course, maybe he just wanted to go to the master bedroom to put a rose.
Later, when she was talking to the housekeeper in the study, she saw that Bai Ying seemed to still be in the courtyard. When she returned to her room and looked again, she was gone. But before that——
A figure appears in the hall!
Zhan Qian fell silent, and suddenly felt a little regretful that she didn't have a social disorder at that time, so she boldly turned on the lights in the aisle, so that she might be able to see who was in the hall.
It's not like she just feels like she was blind at that time.
"Miss Zhan? Miss Zhan——"
The detective's boastful shouting rang in her ears. Zhan Qian quickly came to her senses and took a step back in disgust.
"Ms. Zhan, from the look on your face, you must have thought of something, right?" The detective smiled nonchalantly and said, "Can you tell me about it?"
"Well, I saw Mrs. Guo's ghost last night." Zhan Qian said.
After the words fell, the photographer next to him showed a question mark expression. Just as he was about to say something, the detective got ahead of him and said with a smile: "Then, did Mrs. Guo convey any last wishes to you?"
Zhan Qian looked at him and said calmly: "She hopes that the truth of what happened back then can be revealed."
After saying that, she paused, looked at the green grass bed and said, "It's a pity to pull out so many roses. It seems that Mr. Guo doesn't love his wife that much."
After saying that, Zhan Qian turned around and left, her face not as relaxed as it was at the beginning.
The photographer looked at her back, then looked at the muddy and chaotic grass altar, and asked in a low voice: "How long until the police arrive?"
"You haven't replied to me yet, it will probably take a while." The detective shrugged.
If the police weren't here, even if they wanted to open the entire grass altar now, they probably wouldn't be able to do it.
The detective looked around the courtyard, and then saw a girl sitting in a pavilion not far away, painting quietly. Even though it was so noisy just now, it didn't seem to affect her.
The corner beyond the pavilion was the utility room next to the villa. A light figure opened the door and walked in.
The detective paused: "Where is that place?"
He seemed to be asking the photographer, or just talking to himself. After finishing speaking, he walked directly over there. When he passed the pavilion, he looked up at the girl's painting. After reading it, he withdrew his eyes and continued to walk towards the street. room.
The photographer paused for a moment, looking at the painter girl's paintings, and suddenly said: "Are you really good at painting?"
After all, they are all outsiders. They suddenly entered this game called script killing, got a character, and began to be forced to do what this character should do.
But as a photographer, he really doesn't know how to take pictures.
The girl stopped writing, turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Isn't it okay to have some skills for this kind of thing?"
The photographer looked at her and said nothing.
The grass bed in the painting has been completely painted with roses. A man who looks like a gardener stands in it and wields a hoe. The deep and shallow black and gray lines of the pencil depict a dark picture.
…
In the courtyard next to the utility room of the villa, Qin Xiaohe opened the door and took a look, and saw a pile of neatly arranged work tools.
She was looking for the entrance to the wine cellar when suddenly, a system prompt sounded in her mind [Congratulations on completing the mission: steal the manor owner's treasure].
Qin Xiaohe: "???"
What? What has she accomplished?
She stood there in confusion, looking at the simple brooms, shovels, hoes, showers and the like in the utility room, feeling confused and confused.
What the hell kind of treasure is this?
What's more, it seems like she hasn't taken the stuff away yet.
…
Guest room on the second floor of the villa.
In the locked room, Yang Ming was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and drooling as he slept. The tablet in his hand showed "unlocked" on the screen.
