This unique piece of gold-sprayed red paper was just a treat. She put down the orange and told Ling Shu to have a good rest and take the lead in withdrawing from the battle.

As soon as Ling Yao left, Yue Chunxiao also found it boring and left quickly.

Ling Shu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the sweet and sour fish that had already cooled in the food box, showing regret.

"It's really not worry-free!"

Yue Dingtang couldn't finish his rice, because the pig's trotters became cold, and the taste changed.

He got up and picked up his coat and scarf to put it on, touched his injured arm, and took an apple from the fruit basket and took a bite.

"I'll go to the arresting room to ask Yuan Bing for questions. Come back later. You can have a good rest first."

He put on his hat and walked to the door, thought for a while, and turned around.

"By the way, happy Chinese New Year."

Ling Shu smiled bitterly.

This Lunar New Year's Day was really full of ups and downs.

This is the first time he has spent the Spring Festival in the hospital.

It was almost afternoon, and the sun shone in from the window, the ice and snow had melted, exuding a warm atmosphere.

The sound of setting off firecrackers came from afar, conveying the smell of fireworks in the city little by little.

But the corridor outside the ward was very quiet, perhaps because most patients were taken out by their families for the New Year.

At this time in previous years, he should have been driven out by his sister to pay New Year's greetings by houses, or he followed them back to his brother-in-law's hometown, eating fresh rice cakes, tea and chatting around the stove at night, and having fun.

Thinking about the tragic experience of his own people sitting at home and disasters come from heaven, Ling Shu couldn't help but sigh again.

"What are you doing? It's the New Year, let's sigh here, be careful to sigh all your blessings!"

Accompanied by the sound, the visitor pushed the door open and entered.

Ling Shu raised his eyebrows.

"What wind blows you?"

"Southeast, southwest and northwest wind!" Cheng Si smiled, "It should be nothing serious, right?"

Ling Shu stretched out his hand to him.

"There are no major injuries, but there are still minor injuries. If you hit the head, you may lose your memory anytime and anywhere. Don't you have to give me a condolence?"

"Here."

Cheng Si handed him the paper bag in his hand.

"Sweet chestnuts are just released, and they are still hot, so sincere enough!"

Ling Shu was not polite and reached into the paper bag and took out one, and threw it to Cheng Si.

"Put it on me."

Cheng Si glared at him: "You hit your head and your hand broke?"

Ling Shu raised his hand that was being given a drip and raised it to signal.

Cheng Si was not angry and helped him peel the shells, and then handed over the sweet chestnut meat.

"It's all your own fault! If the night of the incident, I'll call you to go to the dance hall. If you go, don't go to the Xiaoji Noodle Restaurant to eat noodles. I can also help you with a personal certificate. I won't be like this now, and I will be charged with murder!"

Ling Shu said meaningfully: "If it were you and me that night, I would probably not see you now."

Cheng Si was stunned. After half a second, he had a cold war and he was in no mood to peel off the chestnut.

"Don't scare me! Who is so deeply hatred with you that you have to kill you?!"

Ling Shu: "It's not necessarily targeting me, but I happen to be a suitable candidate. How is it happening outside now? Has Du Yunning's death spread throughout Shanghai? What did the news say?"

Cheng Si is in spirit.

"You really don't know. All the big and tabloids have been published. Now it's a lot of trouble. Since a maid in the Yuan family died yesterday, almost all the city's headlines were being said about this news early in the morning..."

"Who is dead?" Ling Shu interrupted him.

"A maid from the Yuan family."

Ling Shu had a bad premonition.

"What's the name? How did you die?"

Cheng Si: "I didn't pay attention to the name... The newspaper said it was hanged. I was found hanging in the front building of the Yuan family this morning. In Du Yunning's room during his lifetime, the body was cold and I couldn't save it at all."

Ling Shu: "The front building has been locked, and the servants all live in the small building behind."

Cheng Sixi said: "That's what the newspaper writes are true. Is it true that Du Yunning is still in a state of dissipation and uses a maid as a substitute?"

Ling Shu: "You have also been to a new school. You actually believe in these things. How did you write them in the newspaper?"

"There are so many words."

"Some say that the maid wants to fly up to the branch, carry the hostess on her back and climb the male host's bed, and gets a secret baby. After Du Yunning discovered it, the couple had a dispute. Yuan Bing accidentally killed Du Yunning. Du Yunning died with his eyes closed and came back to find the maid to revenge."

"There are also people who say that this maid caused the Yuan family to be destroyed and his conscience was uneasy. He dreamed that Du Yunning came to seek revenge every day, and then he died."

"There is something even more bizarre. It is said that Du Yunning asked the maid to seduce Yuan Bing in order to win over her husband's heart. After all, the Yuan family's child was born in the Yuan family. It's better than the mother who doesn't know which wild flower outside. Who knows that this maid is a strong man. She would rather die than surrender, but was defiled by Yuan Bing..."

"Stop!"

The more Ling Shu listened, the more speechless he became.

But he was also sure.

The maid Cheng Si mentioned is Alan, the mute girl next to Du Yunning.

"What kind of mess is this? I have seen that maid, with beautiful eyes, but Yuan Bing, a prodigal son who has seen all the thousands of sails, couldn't even tie his heart to Du Yunning. How could Alan be? What kind of ghosts are not dispersed, and it is even more outrageous to seek revenge from the evil ghost!"

Cheng Si spread his hands innocently: "How do I know? But the good thing is that your name was not mentioned much. Except for the first one or two companies that reported your suspicion, the public's attention is almost all about the grudges and revenge between the couple, and how many property there is in the Yuan family."

Ling Shu pointed at his nose: "As the biggest suspect, why don't I deserve a name?"

Cheng Si laughed: "Maybe it's because they think that the son of a warlord killed his wife, which is more tortuous and bizarre than you, a childhood sweetheart, isn't it? Unfortunately, I forgot the newspaper at the police station, otherwise I would bring you a copy to show you. The big newspaper is better, but the tabloids are simply unscrupulous. They all hid under the Yuan family's bed, and they almost wrote a fierce incident into a romantic story for wealthy families."

Cheng Si's ideas represent the ideas of most ordinary citizens. For the straightforward description of the plot, many people would rather look at some different analysis and imagination, take the story as the real thing, and talk about it as a topic of conversation after dinner.

Some tabloids even took the opportunity to launch the Yuan Family Trilogy, which started with Yuan Bingdao's debut. The content was two-point real, eight-point fiction, and the content was exaggerated and fantasy, but this also won the love of many people, and the tabloid reimbursement volume suddenly increased a lot.

The Yuan family is no longer alone. Once Yuan Bingdao died, the big family scattered like birds and beasts. Yuan Bing himself was not good at it and was still in prison. If the Yuan family still had some energy, such a fictional story would definitely not be published.

Driven by public opinion, the police station’s thinking on handling the matter may also be affected, and it may be a good thing for Ling Shu.

But Ling Shu fell into thinking.

They just encountered assassination last night, and Alan died today.

In terms of time, Alan should have encountered an unexpected accident after midnight last night.

As Du Yunning's personal maid, Alan must have known a lot, but why did she not die before, but now she is dead?

Is the murderer thinking she knew something and couldn't let her survive, for fear that she would reveal herself?

Alan's identity is destined to be the focus of investigation and inquiry.

But they didn't doubt Alan too much before, because she was a mute, illiterate, and a weak woman. Without the strength to kill Du Yunning, it would be difficult to succeed.

Now that Alan dies, she has exposed the facts related to this case.

Dead people cannot speak and are the safest. Even if they realize this, it will be difficult for them to make any breakthroughs.
Chapter completed!