"Oh no, that thing is really poisonous!"
Zhuang Youjie was anxious. He patted Liang Yuanque on the back and said through gritted teeth.
Huang Jingye was frightened when he heard this, and said quickly, "I'll call someone to take you to the hospital right now."
Liang Yuanque stretched out his free hand and waved it to them not to panic.
"Ahem, cough, Young Master Zhuang...Teacher Zhuang, your ideas are still as clear as ever."
Being able to speak means that his situation has stabilized.
Liang Yuanque's shabby body was like this. Acute illness came and went away just as quickly.
"and you……"
Zhuang Youjie wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Liang Yuanque.
"Please, give me a drink of water."
There is a teapot in the room, and the water in it may not have been poured yet, but it is better than nothing now.
Zhuang Youjie hurriedly picked up the teapot, got a glass of water, and handed it to Liang Yuanque.
Liang Yuanque took it and took a sip. A musty smell mixed with the smell of blood in his mouth, spreading on the tip of his tongue and throat.
Although his quality of life has been very poor for a long time, he still maintains some tedious young master habits, such as being picky about the taste of his tongue.
So he rinsed his mouth without swallowing and spit the water on the floor.
Aunt Huang also noticed something strange about him, rushed over, held his face, and asked anxiously
"Tiewa, what's wrong with you? Tell your mother what's wrong with you?"
Liang Yuanque's face was slightly deformed by her pinching, and his words were unclear.
"It's okay, I just ate too much."
It wasn't until Huang Jingye pulled Aunt Huang away that he could breathe smoothly.
His palms were full of blood. He clenched his fists and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he said to Zhuang Youjie,
"Give me the handkerchief."
Zhuang Youjie returned the handkerchief he had just given to him. Liang Yuanque wiped his palms with it. When the palms of his hands were wiped out, the entire handkerchief turned red and it looked difficult to wash out.
Anyone with long eyes would be able to tell that his condition was definitely not due to a cold or an itchy throat.
Zhuang Youjie looked at the blood-stained handkerchief and felt his heart pounding.
"No, we have to go, your body can't wait any longer, you need to see a doctor!"
"I still need a doctor to see me." Liang Yuanque raised the corner of his mouth and smiled indifferently, "Do you know what it means to live towards death?"
"I'm not in the mood to joke with you." Zhuang Youjie frowned.
"Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you anymore," Liang Yuanque said, "Give me one more day to resolve the matter here, and we will set off immediately."
Huang Jingye was a little worried, "Sir, is there enough time in one day?"
Liang Yuanque came closer to him and lowered his voice, "If you can find the murderer of the midwife as soon as possible."
Huang Jingye knew that this unknown murderer was a key point in the case. If he could find it, many problems would be solved.
But there is a key issue right now.
"Sir, what should I do with the housekeeper?"
Liang Yuanque pondered for a moment, "There are currently no clues that directly prove her, but we can't let her fall into the hands of the Song family."
"Let's do this. You go to the city and find a hotel room, find two brothers to watch over her, and put her under house arrest."
"Is this possible?" Huang Jingye probably had never done such a thing before, and was still a little hesitant.
"No problem, I used to do it often." Liang Yuanque patted him to reassure him.
After explaining this, Liang Yuanque decided to continue what he had just done, to check how the window in the side room fell down.
Huang Jingye was still thinking about the blood he had just coughed up, "Do I need to call a doctor for you?"
"No, the doctors here can't see my illness, so don't scare people anymore."
Liang Yuanque was about to go out when he saw a servant rushing towards him almost crawling on the ground. He was stunned for a moment when he saw him, but then he thought that he was here to find him.
"First, sir!"
The servant was panting a little because he was anxious.
Liang Yuanque looked at him and frowned, anticipating that something had happened to Xu Shibian.
"If anything happens, tell me quickly."
The servant swallowed and calmed down his rapid breathing from running all the way.
"Sir, our master invites you to go to the gate and have a look."
Things turned out just as Liang Yuanque expected. The Song family's plaque was not dropped by himself.
He asked Huang Jingye and his cousin to comfort Aunt Huang in the inner courtyard. After all, he couldn't let the old man follow them around the Song family.
And he took Zhuang Youjie and followed the servant to the gate.
The door of the Song family was wide open, and Xiaolian's family members whom they had met when they arrived were still there, and they seemed to be unwilling to give up until they saw their girl.
But now Mr. Song has no time to care about them. All his energy is focused on the plaque made of fine wood.
The plaque was lying pitifully on the ground, and no one dared to step forward to pick it up.
From a distance, Liang Yuanque noticed that Mr. Song and the servants around him had a red liquid on their hands.
It looks like the plaque has the same trick as the Guanyin statue.
However, the plaque is more complicated than the Guanyin statue.
Because there is no such red liquid on the plaque.
"How did this happen?" Liang Yuanque rushed forward, grabbed Mr. Song's wrist, and raised his hand.
Mr. Song had a look of shock on his face, "Plaque, Plaque will bleed again!"
Liang Yuanque grabbed his hand and smelled it, and was sure it had the same smell as the liquid on the Guanyin statue.
It should also be a litmus solvent.
"Did you get this from the plaque?" Liang Yuanque's brows were furrowed and never relaxed.
When Mr. Song saw him coming, he felt a little more stable, nodded and explained,
"Yes, no matter who it is, as long as they touch the plaque, they will definitely have blood on their hands."
A servant added on the side, "But the plaque itself has no blood!"
These people were all frightened, and some kept saying, "What a ghost, what a ghost!"
Things like ghosts appearing have obviously caused psychological shadow to the servants of the Song family.
It was better to put it into practice than to think too much, so Liang Yuanque walked to the plaque, squatted down, stretched out a finger and touched the plaque.
The ends of the fingertips were not stained with color, but there was a faint red color far away from the ends.
The red certainly didn't look like blood, almost orange.
Zhuang Youjie also knelt down and touched the plaque, but he tested it with his palm.
Sure enough, his palms were stained with a darker red color just like Mr. Song and others.
Seeing him like this, Liang Yuanque understood the principle of this trick.
To test his conjecture, he held his two hands together, rubbed them together to warm them, and then pressed his palms against the plaque.
When I picked it up again, there was blood in my palm!
