When Zhao Chonghuan saw Jia Zijing's expression, he suddenly realized that the owner of the beautiful skull was probably quite entangled with him when he was alive.

"Don't panic first! No matter whether that's what you said or not, I think you are not suitable for living here anymore! It's better to live in another place!"

She said in an orderly manner, and her subordinates also pulled Jia Zijing up with a little force.

Since there was a "real ghost" that was scary in the middle of the night, and then there was a box of terrifying beauty skull, you could even think of it using the soles of your feet to understand someone in the Jia Mansion who was unwilling to let Jia Zijing live!

Zhao Chonghuan was suddenly very interested in this drama in the Jia family. Maybe he could also bring up some strange stories about Jia Pingzhang!

She thought about the mysterious person that Bo Yizhi and others were still looking for in many ways, and she couldn't help but feel more and more impulsive.

Wouldn't it be easier to find out where the big man who can disturb the situation is going?

After thinking about this, Zhao Chonghuan suddenly felt relieved.

Jia Zijing's legs and feet were sore and weak, so he let Zhao Chonghuan help him stay.

"I just prescribed medicine for the yamen. I still need to rest for the terror. Don't worry about it anymore!" Zhao Chonghuan helped him and said, "Since you believe me and come to save you, I will give you an explanation for Yin'er's death!"

When Jia Zijing heard this, his heart moved, and his eyes were slightly brighter: "Yes, Chonghuan, you can solve the case and investigate, right? Then didn't you say you were trying to kill the murderer in Tingyu Tower? Yes, yes, come and ask Yin'er for justice!"

Zhao Chonghuan let go of his hand and nodded to him: "The ghosts and monsters in the yamen mansion are also quite strange. Let me talk about it after I check it carefully! You can move out of here first!"

Only then did Jia Zijing realize that there seemed to be a mystery inside. He said in surprise: "You said this ghost..."

"The ghost only startles you and does not touch others. Don't you think it's strange?" Zhao Chonghuan said lightly.

Jia Zijing's face turned pale, his expression flashed a little. He didn't say more, but his eyes also showed some thoughts and hesitation.

Zhao Chonghuan captured this subtle change, his eyes flowed, and there was also a deep thought behind the galaxy: It seems that we, Lord Yanei, have a lot of thoughts in our hearts that need to be expressed!

Zhao Chonghuan did not ask questions, and knew that it was not necessary to be anxious. Since she was willing to use her to attack the murderer, she seemed to be sorry for her shiny name of beating Ma Zhao if she didn't turn the Jia family upside down.

Things in the world are like chess games, everyone is a chess piece, and she is no exception. It depends on luck to win or lose!

When he arrived outside the wing room, Zhao Chonghuan handed Jia Zijing over to Mrs. Jia, who was like an ant on a hot pan, wandering around.

When Mrs. Jia saw that her son looked normal, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Chonghuan ordered the replacement of the residence and the use of medicine in time, and Mrs. Jia obeyed without hesitation.

Seeing Mrs. Jia holding Jia Zijing inquisitively, Zhao Chonghuan looked at him silently, and somehow a hint of sour warmth came to his heart.

Jia Zijing's playboy must be a playboy whom his mother favors. Not to mention being rich and rich, there is a lot of gold and jade. Anyone who can have a mother who loves her at all costs will be enough!

"Atao, Aniu," Jia Zijing attracted two escorts, among which Atao was the goatee who had some eyesight before. "You two follow Zhao Xiaochai, and he has to find out some things for our yamen. You can follow him to send him, and then he can enter and exit the Lanxianglou at will. Please be careful to serve Xiaochai!"

Although the servants of the escorts were muttering in their hearts and were extremely curious, they all agreed respectfully, not daring to disobey them at all.

Since Jia Zijing was so kind, Zhao Chonghuan ordered the arrow in her hand. She dismissed all the idle people and went into the wing room to study some of the remains of the beauty who might be called Yin'er.

She took out the sandalwood box from under the ancient shelf, and suddenly thought of something, looked back at A Tao and said, "Brother A Tao can write?"

Atao didn't understand why, but he still nodded diligently: "You know a little! Do you have any instructions?"

Zhao Chonghuan raised his face and signaled him to prepare paper and pen, and then said, "I need someone to record it, I say you can write it!"

Atao quickly prepares his posture quickly—-

Zhao Chonghuan didn't say much, took out his homemade gloves from his sleeve, then directly opened the sandalwood box and raised the thing that was wrapped tightly in an indigo thin shirt.

A Tao and A Niu quietly exchanged glances on one side and stretched his neck curiously. Obviously, they wanted to study the secret in the box in advance.

However, as Zhao Chonghuan carefully opened the object, the original wonder and strangeness of the two of them suddenly turned into a spring river, and they didn't know where to flow to the southeast, west and north.

"Record - A head was found in the Lanxianglou, the small bamboo in the West Lake. The nodule was about one foot and six inches around the eyebrow arch. The facial skin and facial features were destroyed by sharp blades, and the true appearance could not be distinguished. The auricle was drooping and there were piercings of ears. The neck was also cut by sharp blades, with neat incisions and no traces of tug-of-warping. This indicated that the murderer was quite strong!..."

Zhao Chonghuan buried her head while carefully checking and telling what she saw. Her voice was clear and bright and rhythmic, and she taught people to listen to Ruoge singing and singing, and she was completely unaware that what she was talking about was about a terrible head.

"There is a small mole on the lower jaw and an inch of old scar on the side. According to visual measurements of residual skin elasticity and corpse scars on the lower neck, this person died for at least eight hours..."

To fear Attao and Aniu was afraid, she leaned over and turned her back to everyone, focused on her mind, and meticulously observed the beautiful skull.

After about half a stick of incense, she stood up straight, wrapped her head in a thin shirt and put it in the box, and turned around while taking off her gloves and saying, "Can you record it in full?"

"It's OK!"

A noisy and soft voice suddenly arose, and Zhao Chonghuan's heart was so familiar that she suddenly staggered inexplicably. She quickly raised her eyes and saw an unexpected person wearing a fifth-grade public uniform, holding paper and pen in his hand, smiling—

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Chapter completed!