Author: Hua Zhiwan

Jiang Lusheng and Lan Shuang touched the red rose bush they saw in the morning. After determining the location, Jiang Lusheng said: "Let's dig from here together, be careful of the thorns."

"Okay." Lan Shuang stood side by side with him, a palm's distance apart, and started working at the same time, which was more efficient.

No one spoke for a while, and in the darkness the only sounds that could be heard were the "rustling" sound of a shovel being inserted into the soil and the slightly rapid breathing.

After digging for a few minutes, Jiang Lusheng's shovel suddenly hit something and encountered an obstacle. He was startled and immediately looked down and saw a large piece of blue clothes exposed in the soil.

Lan Shuang also saw it, and her breath suffocated, "Did you really bury someone?"

"It's not good to use the shovel anymore, please get out of the way."

Jiang Lusheng stood up, and Lan Shuang immediately stepped back and looked at Jiang Lusheng expectantly.

Jiang Lusheng closed his eyes, and his eyes instantly turned red. He kneaded his fingers and pointed in the direction of the clothes. A strong wind blew past, and the soil was blown away from the middle, revealing a pale, unblinking face.

Lan Shuang's scalp felt numb.

I couldn't help but frown. This corpse had no body spots at all, and it wasn't rotten at all. It looked like it had just died.

But this place cannot be inferred by common sense, and it may have been dead for a long time.

"She's very pretty, she looks less than twenty."

Lan Shuang observed for a while and said.

Jiang Lusheng nodded: "What will be her identity?"

"I don't think he is a guest. He is probably a certain lady in this manor."

Lan Shuang had this kind of intuition. She knelt down and took a closer look, becoming more and more sure of her guess, "Look at the clothes she is wearing. The material doesn't look very special, but the cut is very decent, and the small design doesn't look like any other."

It’s an ordinary shop-made product, and her hair is chestnut in big curls, with a natural curvature, and she looks like she takes care of it regularly. Someone who has this kind of time and energy is definitely not a servant.”

Jiang Lusheng nodded, "If it is really the young lady from the manor, then things will be even more complicated."

He reached out and rummaged through the deceased's clothes pocket, and said: "Don't blame me for offending."

After rummaging for a while, I found a piece of paper.

Lan Shuang perked up, stood behind him and looked down, "Meet you at the Red Rose Garden at half past ten in the evening."

A gust of wind blew by, and Lan Shuang shivered. She suddenly asked: "What time is it now?"

Jiang Lusheng turned his head and glanced at his watch, his eyes narrowed and his voice became tight: "Ten thirty."

Lan Shuang took a breath of cold air, feeling that the corpse on the ground would jump up and strangle her neck in the next moment.

However, after waiting for a long time, the body was still the same body, lying quietly on the ground.

Lan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's see how she died? What were her fatal injuries? Maybe we can find some clues."

She and Jiang Lusheng worked together to turn the body over, and finally found a bullet hole in the back of her head.

"Shooted?"

Lan Shuang suddenly realized, "The murder weapon should be the gun locked in the warehouse!"

Jiang Lusheng nodded: "The murderer first invited her here, and then killed her with a gun. Then he returned to the warehouse, locked the gun in the drawer while getting the tools, and then came over with a shovel and buried her."

"It's so confusing." Lan Shuang sighed, "A young girl was killed, why? Money? Love?"

Jiang Lusheng clapped his hands and stood up, made a kneading gesture to clean their hands, then restored the place and covered it with roses again, as if nothing had happened.

"The reasons for killing are nothing more than these two. Money and love - it can be love, family affection, or hate. These can all be attributed to love. There are too few clues and we have no way of knowing. We still have to ask others tomorrow.

people."

Lan Shuang thought for a while, "Okay, go back, it's getting late."

The two of them entered the living room with shovels, and it was still quiet inside.

They went to the warehouse and locked up the shovel, quietly put the key back on the butler, and took away the empty glass.

When they went upstairs, Lan Shuang and Jiang Lusheng separated. Before leaving, Jiang Lusheng hooked Lan Shuang's finger. When Lan Shuang turned around, he put away the broken hair from her ears and whispered: "Be careful, if you encounter danger,

, just call me and I will appear immediately.”

Lan Shuang nodded: "You should also be careful."

Jiang Lusheng smiled and let go of her, but Lan Shuang suddenly came up and kissed him on the lips, "Good night."

"Good night."

…

Back in her room, Lan Shuang took off her clothes and lay on the bed. She couldn't explain how she felt. She originally wanted to take a bath, but when she thought about the possibility of blood or hair flowing out of the faucet halfway through, she felt so sick.

Fortunately, Jiang Lusheng used Fa Jue to clean it for her. If she doesn't want to wash it, don't wash it.

Lying on the bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, as fragmentary clues kept flashing before her eyes.

After thinking about it for an unknown amount of time, her consciousness became blurred and she fell into a light sleep.

However, just as he was about to let himself fall asleep, 888 suddenly called out, "Host, host, it's twelve o'clock! Liu Quan is going out!"

Lan Shuang suddenly opened her eyes with excitement, "Didn't I say you can't go out after twelve o'clock? How could Liu Quan come out at this time?"

888 stared at Liu Quan and said, "I don't know, but he seems to have gone to Jiang Lusheng's room."

"What?!" Lan Shuang couldn't lie down anymore. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, pulled on her slippers, turned on the light, opened the door and rushed out.

She leaned on the railing and looked up. She was mentally prepared this time and would not be frightened by someone like the housekeeper. But this time no one leaned on the railing. There was indeed someone standing at Jiang Lusheng's door, and no one knocked on the door.

Just sneaking around there.

After a while, he suddenly opened the door and walked in.

Lan Shuang: "..."

Isn't this a repeat of what happened at noon?

Just replaced by Liu Quan and Jiang Lusheng.

However, Jiang Lusheng's lethality was much greater than that of Li Weiyan. If Liu Quan really dared to offend him, it would be easy to break all three of his legs.

She ignored the rules and hurried upstairs.

The light in the corridor was always on, but Lan Shuang didn't know if it was due to psychological suggestion, but now Lan Shuang felt that the light was not as bright as during the day.

She stood in front of Jiang Lusheng's door and found it was dark inside. She tentatively called out: "Jiang Lusheng?"

No one responded.

"Liu Quan?"

No one responded either.

Goosebumps appeared on Lan Shuang's body.

"Xiao Baba, did you see where they went?"

However, I did not receive a response this time.

Lan Shuang's eyes widened slightly, a chill ran down her back, and she suddenly felt something was wrong. She turned around suddenly and almost pressed against the person behind her.

The blue-white face smiled at her, and then the lights in the corridor began to flicker, flickering on and off.

Lan Shuang lowered her gaze and saw that she was wearing a red skirt. She suddenly remembered the woman in red that Zheng Mingxin mentioned.

"You-ah!"

The woman in red raised her hand and pushed her hard, and Lan Shuang was pushed into Jiang Lusheng's room.
Chapter completed!