Hearing the words, I do n’t know why, Gu Xiaosong breathed a sigh of relief, his face was pale, "His person intends to target me. When he was in the UK, Chu Shixiu continued to mention.

What about he? "

"He has evidence." Uncle He suddenly said, interrupted her words.

Gu Xiaoyi's heart sank, "What evidence?"

"I'll take it." Uncle He stood up and walked in, and the two bodyguards followed him immediately.

Gu Xiaoyi pressed his eyebrows, his headache could not work, and his heart was as chaotic as drums.

What evidence ?!

Prove the evidence of her killing Chu Shixiu? Chu Shixiu did not die at all, he did not die ...

After a while, Uncle He walked out holding a wooden box, his face was dignified.

Gu Xiaoyi looked at the box in his hand, and there was puzzlement between his eyes.

Uncle He put the wooden box to the coffee table, and opened the box with both hands.

Entering Gu Xiaoyi's view is a piece of blood and whiteness, this is a piece of clothes.

Uncle He will take out the clothes from the inside. It is a long white trench coat.

Gu Xiaoyi's face was expressionless, and asked blankly, "What is this?"

"This is the clothes worn when Master died, did the lady forget?" Uncle He said, there was a strange grievance in his eyes.

"Uncle He, don't be deceived by the intentional people, and the Evan gave you the clothes? That must be fake!" Gu Xiaoyai said excitedly, standing up from the sofa, the spirit was poor, her head was so bad that her head was bad.

Slightly dizzy.

"I have tested it for a doctor, and confirmed that the blood above belonged to the young master." Uncle He touched the position of the trench coat, and the sound shuddered with a hint of wars.

"..."

Gu Xiaoyi looked at the clothes on Uncle He's hands dumbly, and shook his head frequently. "This is impossible, this is impossible ..."

No.

How can Chu Shixiu die, he won't die ...

"Miss, do you give me a word, have you killed the young master?" Uncle He asked seriously.

"This dress and muzzle, including blood, can be faked ..."

She didn't believe it, she didn't believe Chu Shixiu's death, no, it was impossible.

"Miss's own handwriting will not be wrong." Uncle He took out a piece of letter paper from the wooden box and handed it to Gu Xiao Ai.

Gu Xiaoyi sat on the sofa with a lot of power, holding the letter paper with both hands, and the handwriting seemed to be soaked in water, which seemed blurred, but it was faintly seen that the word above was her word. It was her word.

I was a kid.

When she was a child, she went to the uncle's house and wrote a letter in the iron box, buried in front of her mother's tomb, and looked forward to Chu Shixiu to find it, but Chu Shixiu never found it.

Later, she also forgot ...

When she took Len to the grave a few days ago, she found out that the iron box was dug out. Did it be dug out by Chu Shixiu?

"If the lady is not a murderer, how can the young master hold this letter paper before dying?" Uncle He asked about it.

Holding this letter paper before dying?!

Gu Xiaoyi's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes were empty, and his voice became dry. "You ... have you seen Chu Shixiu's body?"

"Mr. Evan said, he said that the young master died four years ago. He has been afraid of the power of the Li family, so he dares to hand over the relics of the young master today." Uncle He said tremblingly, his tears fell in
Chapter completed!