"Sir Si Cheng!"

Zhao Chonghuan, who had just turned around the corner of the house and heard the movements, subconsciously looked at Xie Changhuai, and then she greeted her.

When Li Sicheng saw Zhao Chonghuan and Xie Changhuai coming together, Zhang Huangli felt a little joy again and hurriedly said, "Hurry, Lord Xie, Brother Zhao, come and check the situation!"

Several people rushed to the shaded charity house behind.

I saw a coroner standing in the charity room. The three empty door panels that placed the corpse last night were like three large mouths, swallowing everyone's panic and at a loss.

Li Sicheng took the lead in the charity room, and Wang Zhuzuo ran in as well.

However, Zhao Chonghuan stopped near the door. She looked around and then quickly began to wander in the charity room, as if looking for something.

Seeing her like this, Xie Changhuai didn't make any noise and stood at the door and patrolled around.

Inside, Li Sicheng's voice was anxious and regretful: "Why do you do this? I closed the doors and windows when I left last night!"

"Isn't it a corpse?" Wang Zhuzuo made a trembling voice assuming.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Li Sicheng was also confused and confused.

Xie Changhuai glanced at Zhao Chonghuai, who was looking for something on one side with a waist and focused on finding something. He walked closer to the blank space where the corpse was placed with a calm expression. The door panel was empty and the white cotton cloth disappeared with the corpse.

Li Sicheng looked at Xie Changhuai as if he was asking for help, and was about to beat his chest and stamped his feet in a hurry: "Sir Xie, what do you think you should do?"

They naturally understand the speciality of this case.

The murder case at Lord Pingzhang's mansion was originally like a tree on the cliff of Qifeng. It was both eye-catching and dangerous, and there was no mistake. Otherwise, the people in Dali Temple would have to be in trouble.

Now that the body is gone, isn’t it clear that Dali Temple is going to be roasted on the fire?

"Finished--" Suddenly, Zhao Chonghuan's elegant voice rose high, and his words were filled with joy.

The people in Dali Temple, who were panicked and were stunned when they heard this, stared at each other.

"What did you find?" Li Sicheng walked over eagerly to see what was going on.

Zhao Chonghuan was holding something like a sign in his hand, and his eyes were bright in the dim charity room. She shook her hand at them: "Life-help talisman! Things that can save your life in Dali Temple!"

Li Sicheng took the sign in surprise and walked quickly to the window of the charity room to look at it carefully, but when the object caught his eyes, he suddenly stared into a bronze bell, so shocked that he couldn't speak.

This is a hanging plaque for a wealthy mansion, with gilded all over the body, carp leaping on the dragon gate with carp leaping on the front and back, and the middle is also engraved with the word "Jia Mansion".

"This is--" Li Sicheng trembled and stuttered two words.

Zhao Chonghuan came to him and took the hanging card, his eyes calmly: "The hanging card of the Jia family!"

Xie Changhuai also walked over and Zhao Chonghuai handed him the hanging card.

"It's indeed a hanging card from the Jia family!"

Xie Changhuai's slender hands turned over and examined, "It's not owned by ordinary people. I remember that this thing is hanging on Butler Liu's waist!"

Li Sicheng was confused, but he quickly realized.

"How could this thing appear in my Dali Temple charity room?" His eyes rolled in his wide open, full of confusion.

Zhao Chonghuan shrugged and raised his face to signal him to look at the three empty door panels.

"Brother Zhao means that the bodies of the three women were sent by Butler Liu..." Li Sicheng's eyes lit up and he became excited in an instant, "No wonder you said we were saved-"
Chapter completed!