It wasn't that she was afraid of finding something, but that the Wei Zi in front of her was completely different from before, and the person she brought was so powerful that she couldn't tell what this little bitch would do.
Unexpectedly, when he saw Wei Ming looking at Wei Zi infatuatedly, a coldness flashed in Wei Zhuang's eyes, and he suddenly had an idea.
Of course, Wei Zi didn't expect to find anything else. She just wanted to clean up the severely landfilled areas and restore them to their original condition after the fire as much as possible, so as to speculate on how the fire started.
As the sun set in the west, Mrs. Wei Zhuang ordered her servants: "Prepare dinner for the third lady as well."
Then he said to Wei Zi: "Third Miss, please check slowly. If you want to stay overnight, your residence will always be vacant."
Wei Zi said lightly: "Thank you madam." It just so happened that there were some things in the residence that she wanted to take back.
It was getting dark, and Wei Zi had seen enough, so he returned to his original residence.
"Miss Wei, do you live here?"
Feng Su looked at the small courtyard and several small houses that were about to collapse, and his face was full of surprise: Is this the residence of the Wei family's legitimate daughter?
"Yeah." Wei Zi stepped on the thick dead branches and leaves and walked into the house.
Naturally, the original owner did not live here when her mother was here. Shortly after her mother's death, Wei Fei took notice of her residence, and she was thrown here.
The original owner was also very lucky, and the house did not collapse after living there for so many years.
Apart from the bed, table, chairs and other furniture, there was no decoration in the room. It was shabby, so it was easy to clean.
"Miss, the quilt is moldy. Do you really want to sleep here tonight?" Song's mother asked.
"We don't have money to stay in an inn." Wei Zi didn't care. During modern archeology, he slept in even the worst places. This was at least a decent house, and the quilt was just under the covers.
Feng Su couldn't stand it anymore: "Miss Wei, please wait a moment while we go buy some things."
Before Wei Zi had time to speak, the two people who followed him had already rushed out of the courtyard.
Well, she thanked them.
After eating the food sent by the servants of the Wei family, Wei Zi took a pen and paper, drew a restoration diagram of the "Fanghua Garden" building based on the memory of the original owner, and asked Song's mother: "Where is the mother's betrothal gift booklet?"
Song Ma thought about it carefully and pointed to a place in the architectural restoration diagram: "There is a cabinet here to store valuables such as banknotes. The betrothal gift booklet is also placed here. I remember it was packed in a yellow pear wood box.
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Wei Zi took a pen and circled this place, and then circled several other places: "Judging from the burning marks, the fire started from these places."
Song’s mother was shocked: “You mean——”
Wei Zi nodded: "If a fire breaks out accidentally just because the weather is dry, it won't burn in several places at once. The current situation can only mean that someone deliberately set the fire. I will make a bold guess-"
"That night, someone entered my mother's room. After taking out the things in the cabinet, he lit the curtain next to the cabinet with a torch. In order to make the fire burn faster, he burned several flammable places, including the bed and the gauze.
Wait."
"How could they..." Song's mother looked in disbelief.
"Of course they dare!"
Wei Zi sneered: "There is a saying, 'If there is a 300% profit, capital will dare to trample all laws in the world.' Mother's dowry is not just a few hundred, but tens of thousands!"
"Miss, now that the dowry booklet is burned and there is no evidence, what should we do?"
