"It's very late. I'll take you back to your room to rest! Only after I see you sleeping can I go back with peace of mind."
Jiang Zimo nodded meekly. At this time, she looked confused and expectant.
After taking only two steps, she suddenly turned back. "Wait a minute, let me take a look at their wardrobe."
"Huh?" Murong Qingzhen frowned slightly, wardrobe? What's so nice about the wardrobe?
Jiang Zimo turned around and pushed open the wardrobe door with one hand, and said to him: "I want to see if Yao Yuhan took any clothes with him when he left."
"Oh! Do you want me to ask the servant to come in and help you take inventory?"
"Well, okay." Jiang Zimo's eyes quickly scanned the rows of clothes on the racks. Suddenly, she stopped searching.
The clothes racks on the right are all empty.
Jiang Zimo was stunned, could it be that... Yao Yuhan really did something in this?
The maid was quickly summoned. It happened that she was usually responsible for washing, drying, and collecting the clothes at home, and was very familiar with the storage of clothes in the master's room. So she quickly took inventory as soon as she came up, and finally reported: "Ms.
"What originally hung here was the fox fur vest that my wife often wears recently, as well as a black mink coat, a crystal belt, and a pair of tight sheepskin leather pants."
Jiang Zimo stared into her eyes with a stern expression: "Do you remember clearly? Don't make a mistake."
"Reporting to Miss, I remember it very clearly, because my wife usually ordered me to send these clothes to the dry cleaners on the first floor of the Westin Hotel in the city for cleaning. It happened to be the day before my wife disappeared, and I just left the clothes from the dry cleaners.
I will never make a mistake in taking them back and hanging them in this wardrobe with my own hands."
Jiang Zimo thought for a moment and asked, "Then what kind of clothes was she wearing on the day she disappeared?"
The servant thought for a moment and then replied: "It's a thick purple woolen coat with a belt of the same color around the waist. Wearing a skirt underneath, with a white bud shape and hand-beaded embroidery."
"Are you sure these clothes haven't been changed and washed?"
The servant nodded.
"Okay, you go down first!"
Jiang Zimo turned around and continued staring at the empty clothes racks in a daze.
"Azi, what's wrong? Tell me what you thought of."
Jiang Zimo just frowned, her eyes were deep, as if she was lost in some kind of meditation.
Suddenly, she reached out and took the wooden clothes hangers. Then, she threw them all on the carpet.
Her white fingers groped on the inner wall of the wardrobe, and after about two or three minutes, they suddenly stopped on a crossbar.
At first glance, there is nothing unusual about this crossbar. If you extend your gaze to the side, you can even see that this crossbar is originally made of the same material as the crossbar of the closet next to it, and is the same size and narrow.
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However, when Jiang Zimo touched this crossbar with his fingers, he concluded that there must be something mysterious about this wood.
Sure enough, after she tapped a few times, a hollow echo came from the wood.
Murong Qingzhen hurriedly went to knock on the section next to it. As a result, the sound of solid wood came from there.
Jiang Zimo lowered his head and thought for a moment, then kept measuring the length and width of the wood with his hands.
Finally, her eyes lit up, yes! That must be it!
She turned back to Murong Qingzhen and said: "Qingzhen, go and find a ruler for me."