The Plough

Chapter 9

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"What did you see?"

Alan couldn't answer, he just made a futile, vague sound.

But her face was clearly filled with fear to the extreme, and all the content that could not be expressed in words was written in her expression, so that her whole body was shaking like a sieve.

She clenched the corners of her clothes, and shivered, she randomly took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the sweat, but because she was too nervous, she also took out the keys and sundries. Ding Lingdang rolled down the stairs and scattered on the floor .

She made random gestures, trying to explain it to everyone, but only the old housekeeper could understand it.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The old butler also changed his face.

"What's going on?" Yue Dingtang asked.

The old housekeeper hesitated: "she, she is unconscious, you don't need to worry about her..."

Yue Dingtang's face sank: "Speak!"

The old housekeeper was helpless: "She said she saw the lady just now, how is this possible! The lady has long since passed away, and it's in broad daylight!"

He said so, but he still couldn't help showing a look of fear.

The patrol was still hesitating, so Ling Shu walked back to the room with three steps and two steps on the stairs.

Of course the room was empty.

They didn't close the windows just now, so they were blown open again by the wind.

The bed net was fluttering with veil, elegant and soft, maybe this was the reason why the maid had the illusion just now.

"Nothing, you read it wrong." Ling Shu said.

But Alan hid behind the housekeeper and did not dare to come in again.

"This is yours?" Yue Dingtang came over and handed over the things in his hand.

Keys, handkerchiefs, lipstick.

Alan hurriedly took it, but one of them didn't hold steady, the lipstick fell on the floor again, and rolled into the bottom of the bed.

Ling Shu bent over to help her pick it up.

When he straightened up again, in addition to the lipstick in his hand, there was also a cloud of dark debris.

It's not pure black, with a bit of grayish yellow in it, and it looks like cinders, but it's definitely not.

Yue Dingtang: "Gongban soil?"

Ling Shu looked at the old housekeeper and Alan: "Your wife still smoked cigarettes during her lifetime?"

The old housekeeper was subconsciously stunned by the question, but Alan was a little flustered and hurriedly made gestures.

"Alan said that before, my wife hated the old man's smoking cigarettes, but one day she suddenly asked her to buy some big cigarettes for her to try. Alan couldn't resist her, so she had to buy them. She didn't see my wife very often. To smoke, just take a sip occasionally when I'm in a bad mood, but I don't dare to tell others."

Opium is also divided into good and bad varieties, and the public class soil is the top grade.

Nowadays, people of insight, everyone smells opium and hates it, but the world is chaotic, and it is impossible to prohibit it, and it becomes a piece of paper.

Those who are shy and addicted will drill into the pipe after work, while rich people will naturally smoke at home.

Ling Shu: "When was it a while ago?"

The old housekeeper: "Alan said it was about a month ago."

For a month, I haven't become addicted, and naturally I haven't smoked often, but this is already the first step into the abyss.

Just looking at Yuan Bing's current virtues, you can see how big smoke can turn a person into a beast.

Who would have thought that Du Yunning, who was able to sing and dance in school and was admired by many progressive students, would end up like this

Those cheers and laughter, youthful spirit, seems to be a matter of a previous life.

Ling Shu: "Is this mouth fat yours?"

Alan gestured.

The old housekeeper: "She said that this was given to her by the lady who didn't use it before her life."

Alan nodded and pointed to the drawer of the dresser.

Ling Shu stepped forward and opened it. There were more than half a box of various lipsticks, including imported foreign brands and domestic new ones.

The wealthy wives these days are keen on chasing brand-name fashion. Since the Chinese market was opened by foreign goods, clothing and cosmetics such as CHANEL and LV are not uncommon, and they will compare with each other. Du Yuning's half-box of lipstick is actually not a luxury. , but it is a bit ironic to compare the current situation of the Yuan family.

The old housekeeper said: "My wife is generous, and sometimes she will bring us snacks when she comes back from the house. An old servant, A Feng, who has worked in the Yuan family for decades, wants to retire and go home. She not only paid for a few months. For the wages, I also bought a few new clothes for Ah Feng.”

He and Yue Dingtang went to the small building at the back and asked the Yuan family one by one, but unfortunately they couldn't get any useful information.

After the Yuan family fell, the wages Yuan Bing gave to them was sometimes dragged along. Except for the old man like the housekeeper, the rest of the people naturally had their minds floating. Some people even took jobs from other places in private, just waiting for the last driftwood to sink to the bottom. The tree will fall and the hozen will scatter.

But when it comes to the outer heart, colluding with outsiders to kill the hostess, they probably don't have the guts.

These days, the Yuan family was banned from going out, and everyone was frightened. The people in the patrol room repeatedly questioned, and they had already taken out almost all the questions that should be asked.

Ling Shu: "What did Yuan Bing say over there?"

Yue Dingtang knew what he was going to ask, and shook his head: "We have already asked what we should ask. He and Du Yuning have been separated for a long time. Usually the two live under the same roof, but they haven't seen each other a few times all day long. On the day of the incident, Yuan Bing went to Jinfenlou to look for Sister Yao, and spent the night there too. He never came back. There was evidence. Also, when we interrogated him, he happened to be addicted to smoking, and he couldn't ask at all. That's why."

People who are addicted to smoking will not recognize their six relatives, their nose and mouth are watery, and they can't tell the difference between friends and relatives, let alone communication.

Ling Shu: "Have Yuan Bing heard that Du Yunning is very close to whom?"

Yue Dingtang: "Yes."

Ling Shu: "Who?"

Yue Dingtang: "You."

Ling Shu: …

Yue Dingtang: "The warlord's daughter-in-law died mysteriously, and his son named the suspected adulterer as the murderer. I don't have to think about it, I know what those newspapers will write. This is definitely explosive news. Even many newspapers even 'suspected' in order to gain attention. Neither word will be added."

Ling Shu sighed: "For my precious life, I want to solve the case as soon as possible more than anyone else."

Yue Dingtang patted him on the shoulder: "There is a long way to go."

Ling Shu: "What about Yuan Bing's relatives? I remember that the Yuan family was a big family. After Yuan Bingdao's death, although the family property was left to Yuan Bing, Yuan Bing still had several aunts. motivation."

Yue Dingtang: "Yuan Bingdao has three younger sisters. The eldest sister is married to the United States. The second sister is in Hong Kong. The third sister, who was in a lawsuit with Yuan Bing at that time, died of an illness last year.

While talking, the two went downstairs and went out, ready to get into the car.

Yue Dingtang raised his head and looked back at the balcony on the second floor.

It was Du Yunning's room where they had just been.

There was a lot of traffic in front of the door, people came and went, how many days and nights, Du Yuning looked at the bustling world from here.

Her soul has long been imprisoned in this gorgeous cage.

Not only longing for the outside world, but not having the courage to escape, not only envious of the wings of freedom, but also reluctant to get used to and enjoy the extravagance.

Her ending was already doomed almost as early as the year she obeyed her parents and married into the Yuan family.

However, the moment he raised his head, lightning flashed.

Yue Dingtang's expression changed suddenly!

Ling Shu was about to tell Yue Dingtang that he wanted to go back to sleep when a sudden force came from Yue Dingtang's direction.

He didn't even have time to react, his shoulders landed and he fell stunned.

"You motherfucker-"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang!

There was an extra flower pot where they stood just now.

The pottery pot was broken into several pieces, and the soil and branches and leaves were scattered all over the place, scattered and broken.

The delicate roses, without the protection of the soil, died on the spot, refusing to rest their eyes.

"Mr. Yue! Are you all right!"

The patrolman looked terrified.

If Yue Dingtang hadn't looked up and looked back, and if the reaction was delayed for half a second, the flower pot would fall, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"fine."

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

Ling Shu covered his shoulders and grinned, holding back all the words he wanted to curse, not to mention feeling very uncomfortable.

With a hand reaching out, Yue Ding raised his eyebrows in Tang Dynasty.

Ling Shu unceremoniously pulled hard and stood up with strength.

"The kindness of saving your life should be repaid by the spring." Yue Dingtang deliberately patted the sore spot a few times, and almost pushed Ling Shu down again.

"I'll go take a look!"

Before Yue Dingtang could speak, the patrolman ran back to Yuan's house.

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

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

They just went to see it, inside and out, plus the old housekeeper Alan and the patrol, five people with ten eyes, unless a big living person can be invisible, they can't be invisible.

Live to hell.

Soon, the patrol came back out of breath.

"No one in the room! No one in the main building!"

Of course no one was there. When they left, they locked the door on purpose, and the key was in the hands of the patrolman. How could anyone be there.

But it was a clear day, no wind and no rain, and a flower pot was placed on the balcony, how could it suddenly fall down

The patrol was obviously aware of the strangeness, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.

Besides, Alan Fei said that seeing his wife's figure before, it's hard not to make people think about it.

"Give me the key, and I'll tell your boss later." Yue Dingtang stretched out his hand.

The patrolman handed over the keys without hesitation.

He even felt a little dizzy at the thought of being on duty here at night.

Before they knew it, they had been staying at the Yuan family for nearly an afternoon.

Xiaguang Liudan, wantonly smeared in the sky the gorgeous style of antelope hanging horns in the mouths of Crescent Poets.

But Yue Dingtang and Ling Shu felt like two flies that were caught in the net, ramming headlessly.

And the person holding this net is an invisible person.

The other party may be the murderer who killed Du Yunning.

The fire of Xiaoji Noodle House may not be accidental either.

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

Once public opinion ferments…

"Outside the number! Outside the number! The famous Shanghai socialite Du Yuning died unexpectedly!"

"Outside the nickname! The famous lady Du Yuning was killed, who is the real murderer!"

"Sell the newspaper, sell the newspaper! Freshly printed two hours ago, the content is shocking, the number is limited, the first one gets it!"

The newsboy shouted all the way and ran past them.

Yue Ding Tang's eyes were quick and he grabbed it.

"How much is it, I want two!"

"okay!"

The tabloid boy grinned, took two out of the few newspapers in his arms and stuffed them into Yue Dingtang's hands.

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

"It's selling very well, you see, it's only been a while, so there's only so much left. If you two are a little later, it'll be fine!"

There are many tabloids in Shanghai. They are not as famous as Shenbao and Ta Kung Pao. They can only find another way to earn sales by relying on fictional and exaggerated rumors and strange and romantic stories.

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

He took the newspaper, and it was a huge headline—

Shanghai socialite Du Yuning died unexpectedly!

There are also two lines of subtitles below—

From talented women in the Republic of China to wealthy ladies, why did celebrities die in Huangquan

From childhood sweethearts to sons of warlords, the heartthrobs who deal with them end up playing with fire ***

Full of gimmicks, instantly attracting attention.

The author has something to say: a small theater that has nothing to do with the text

Ling Shu: A life-saving grace...

Yue Ding Tang raised his eyebrows: You can do it.

The next day, Ling Shu let a vicious dog bite Yue Dingtang, let the dog chase him down three streets, and then Shi Shiran used the meat and bones to lure the dog away and rescue Yue Dingtang.

Ling Shu raised his eyebrows: I paid the life-saving grace.