"What on earth did you do?"
Judging from the attitude of Feng Cuo, it seems that they have not established a deep relationship at this time.
Shu Li played with the emerald in her hand, a cunning light flashed in her eyes, as if she had some plan.
But it's a pity that Li Zhi didn't notice her gaze and expression, and missed the opportunity to hide it again.
"What kind of riddle are you playing?" Feng Cuo frowned and asked again: "In exchange for such clues, what exactly did you do to my panel?"
"Asking you, won't you tell others?" Shu Li raised an eyebrow, with a smile on his face.
Feng Cuo's eyes fell on her and returned to Li Zhi: "What on earth is going on?"
"You'd better forget about it and never think about it again, just wait to be reminded one day in the future."
Li Zhi didn't speak and remained silent, so Shu Li kindly spoke for him.
"Why?"
"Because you want to live..." Shu Li answered with a smile, and she had just finished speaking when she opened her mouth.
"How about we go back to the clues?" Shu Li changed the subject: "What are the clues in the deceased's room? What are the fatal injuries?"
"The fatal injury was to the throat, which was cut with a sharp weapon. There was black gas around it. It's hard to say whether it was overflowing or repairing the body."
"Is there nothing else? Mainly because there are no other clues except the owner of the manor?"
Feng Cuo shook his head: "I don't know this yet. Because looking through the manor owner's diary, Miss Meng and I delayed for a long time before starting to collect evidence."
"Oh? What was written in the diary?" Shu Li asked.
"The thickness of the diary is about two finger joints. The first tenth of it is filled with interesting childhood stories described in a child's voice. The second part has changed, and it is the story of how she started to get sick."
Without letting Shu Li ask, Feng Cuo took the initiative and said, "Nine years old, she had a nightmare."
"In the dream, she was held in the arms of her father and watched a bloody ceremony. In other words, killing is more appropriate to describe it."
"But when she woke up the next day, except for the memory of these horrific dreams, everything was the same as before."
"From her description, there is another thing that is a bit strange." Feng Cuo glanced at Li Zhi strangely, and then said: "My father who didn't care about her at first suddenly began to care about her meticulously, which made him love her very much. Mr. Butler has never been able to play with himself again."
"Does he have a secret?" Shu Li raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know." Feng Cuo shook his head: "But the last entry in the diary was when she said that the next day was the housekeeper's birthday and she wanted to spend it with him."
"After this diary, there is no new content. So something unexpected must have happened that day."
"Besides death, I can't think of anything else." Shu Li also followed Feng Wong's look and looked at Li Zhi, at least on the surface she was very suspicious of him.
Li Zhi: Silence, continue to be silent.
"What clues did you find?" Seeing that Li Zhi was keeping his mouth shut, Feng Tso decided to ask for some information.
But Shu Like was always on guard against him and had already prepared his words.
"You can say yes, you can say no."
"If you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it. What do you mean?"
Shu Li opened her mouth to test while staring at his expression, and then said: "Nothing that should have been put here has been taken away. If there is, there is a one-fifth chance."
"Do you doubt others?" Feng Cuo retorted subconsciously: "But at least you shouldn't doubt me. I told you that my physical condition does not allow it."
"But apart from trusting myself, I don't seem to have any obligation to trust all of you." Shu Li handed over the emerald in his hand and asked, "Does this look familiar to you?"
"Why do I look familiar? I am just a guest who has just arrived here, and I just arrived a little earlier than you. Why do you think that I not only understand the structure of the entire manor, but can also be a suspect with such a body?" What about?"
"You're so excited." Shu Li's calm and calm tone seemed to crush the other person at this moment.
Feng Cuo shouted angrily: "Then what do you mean?"
Shu Li's eyes wandered back and forth between him and Li Zhi. After a long time, he smiled and said, "Aren't you cooperating? I'll give you some clues. Is that okay?"
"I just want to say that this emerald pearl necklace is not suitable for the current age of the manor owner, and there is no mistress in this manor. So the question is, why are these jewelry hung here in a grand manner? Isn't there more? Is there a good place to store all this jewelry that doesn’t suit him?”
"This has nothing to do with your speculation. You can't explain it at all. Rich people always have some quirks. Even if the owner of the manor is still young, at least she will grow up."
"Besides, it's just a necklace."
Normally, Shu Li would have given up the idea of taking risks, but it was different now.
But before she could speak first, Feng Cuo spoke sarcastically again: "Even if this necklace can't be worn yet, what's wrong with her keeping it in his own dressing room?"
"Of course there's nothing wrong with that. Of course it's not surprising at all." Shu Li held one end of the necklace and let the side with the emerald fall naturally.
A thicker black energy appeared, and Feng Cuo understood why Shu Li didn't speak just now.
He saw the outermost layers of black energy on the emerald.
"Now based on the diary, it should be possible to determine that the time of death of the first manor owner was the night when he was nine or eight years old."
"I have learned before that the Taboo requires blood relatives to complete, so the nightmare the manor owner had at that time was not just a nightmare. Maybe he had actually experienced it."
"I just don't know why, but he didn't die. And his father didn't benefit from it. So the matter ended."
"But something doesn't make sense."
Li Zhi, who had remained silent, finally spoke. : "Why didn't he die? Why did his father change?"
"Then it depends on the subsequent evidence collection."
The three of them looked at each other and then walked out of the changing room.
Reporter Xiao and Wen Zhefeng outside had disappeared, perhaps because they were anxious to find clues and took the lead.
Feng Wong’s partner, Ms. Meng, had been sitting on the sofa listening. Firstly, no one knew what she heard. Secondly, no one knew what kind of trump cards she had hidden behind her seemingly gentle and harmless appearance.
