"fine."

Yue Dingtang patted the dust on his coat and stood up gracefully.

Ling Shu covered his shoulders and bared his teeth, holding back all the curse words he wanted to say, not to mention how uncomfortable he was.

A hand stretched out and Yue Dingtang raised his eyebrows at him.

Ling Shu pulled him hard and used his strength to stand up.

"The grace of saving life should be repaid with a spring of water." Yue Dingtang deliberately slapped the painful area several times and almost pushed Lingshu down again.

"I'll go up and have a look!"

Before Yue Dingtang could say anything, the patrolman had already run back to Yuan's house.

Yue Dingtang: "There was no wind just now."

Ling Shu: "There is no one in the room either."

They had just seen it, inside and out, plus the old housekeeper Alan and the policeman. Five people with ten eyes. Unless a big living person could become invisible, it was impossible for them to be invisible.

Damn it.

Soon, the patrolman ran back panting.

"There's no one in the room! There's no one in the main building!"

Of course there was no one. When they left, they locked the door. The key was in the patrolman's hand. How could there be anyone there?

But the sky was clear and there was no wind or rain. A flowerpot was placed on the balcony. How could it suddenly fall down?

The patrolman obviously noticed something strange, and couldn't help but have a hint of fear on his face.

Furthermore, Alan Fei said that he saw his wife's figure before, which is hard not to make people think a lot.

"Give me the key. I'll talk to your boss later." Yue Dingtang stretched out his hand.

The patrolman handed over the keys without hesitation.

Even now, the thought of having to be on duty here at night makes him a little scared.

Unknowingly, they had stayed at Yuan's house for nearly an afternoon.

The rays of light smear across the sky, depicting the gorgeous style of antelopes hanging their horns described by Crescent Moon poets.

But Yue Dingtang and Ling Shu felt like two flies caught in a net, bumping around headlessly.

The person holding this net is an invisible person.

The other party may be the murderer of Du Yunning.

The fire at Xiao Kee Noodle House may not have been accidental.

In this way, Ling Shu will become the target of thousands of people.

Once public opinion ferments...

"Extraordinary! Extraordinary! Shanghai socialite Du Yunning died unexpectedly!"

"Excuse me! Socialite Du Yunning was killed. Who is the real culprit!"

"Sell newspapers and sell newspapers! Freshly printed two hours ago, the content is shocking, the quantity is limited, first come first!"

The newsboy shouted all the way and ran past them.

Yue Dingtang, with his sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed him.

"How much? I want two copies!"

"Okay!"

The little newsboy smiled brightly, took out two newspapers from the few newspapers in his arms, and thrust them into Yue Dingtang's hands.

"Is this newspaper easy to sell?" Yue Dingtang handed over the money and asked casually.

"It's selling well. Look, it's only been a while, and there's only so much left. If you two were a little later, there wouldn't be any left."

There are many tabloids in Shanghai, but they are not as famous as "Shen Shen" and "Ta Kung Pao". They can only find other ways to earn sales by relying on fabricated and exaggerated rumors and strange love stories.

For example, Yue Dingtang had never heard of the "Huangpu News" in front of him.

He took the newspaper and saw a huge headline——

Shanghai socialite Du Yunning died unexpectedly!

There are two lines of subtitles below -

From a talented girl in the Republic of China to a wealthy lady, why did the famous ladies die?

From childhood sweethearts to the son of a warlord, the heart-throb who dealt with them finally burned himself by playing with fire?
Chapter completed!