This... can be considered a blessing among misfortunes.
"As for Shuangluo..." Xiaolan turned around and found that the two people from Shuangluo had already disappeared. "I don't know if they have cured Qiao Nian."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of opening the door downstairs.
"They should be back," Xiaolan said, walking out of the bedroom door, "I'll go take a look."
Xiaolan walked to the corridor on the second floor, held on to the railing and looked downstairs.
There was a man and a woman standing in front of the entrance. The girl was younger and looked to be in her early twenties. The man was about fifty or sixty years old. The umbrellas in their hands were still dripping. They shook off the raindrops from the umbrellas and looked up.
Toward the living room.
"Why doesn't it seem like there's no one?" the girl asked, probing her head.
The man put the two umbrellas into the umbrella stand, put on his slippers, and looked around, "Is this where the Xia Hua family is talking about?"
"It should...yes!" The girl discovered Xu Ye's body on the long table and hurriedly ran over, "Master, there is a person here!"
The man rolled up his sleeves slightly and walked towards the long table.
"Is there only one person?" The man was still looking around, "Didn't the head of the Xiahua family say there are two people?"
"Master, he is dead." The girl put her hand on Xu Ye's neck and shook her head at her master.
"Dead? Then why did you call us here?...What on earth is going on?"
"I'll call Sister Hua..."
"You two!" Xiaolan called, walking down the spiral staircase in the eyes of the two of them with surprise, "Excuse me, are you from Shuanglun?"
The two of them looked at the little girl with blood on her clothes but a bright smile.
"Who are you……"
"I'm Jasmine's friend." Xiao Lan said hurriedly.
The two looked puzzled until Jasmine's figure appeared in the corridor on the second floor.
The Taoist priest held Jasmine's hand and carefully led her downstairs.
"Jasmine is in charge."
The man saluted Jasmine and reached out to pat his apprentice.
"Can't she see..." the girl muttered and also bowed.
"Then you have to be polite."
"It's okay, it's okay," Jasmine held on to the railing with one hand and the Taoist Priest with the other, and tentatively walked down, "Listen to the voice...is it Uncle Hong?"
"It's me," Uncle Hong smiled, "How is the recovery of Head Jasmine?"
"Uncle Hong, you should just call me Jasmine," Jasmine finally stepped onto the flat ground. She and the Taoist Master breathed a sigh of relief, "otherwise I wouldn't even be used to it."
"Actually, I'm not used to it either," Uncle Hong dragged a chair to the Taoist priest, "but rules are rules after all. After all, the ceremony has been completed and you are already the head of the Nine Detectives."
"Master..." Jasmine murmured and sighed, "That's right."
"Jasmine, who is this?" the girl asked, pointing to Xu Ye's body.
"You are really neither big nor small..."
"What's wrong with me? Aren't Jasmine and I about the same age?"
"Then you can't..."
"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter," Jasmine waved her hand, interrupting Uncle Hong's scolding, "Who are you asking about...?"
Jasmine lost her eyes, and of course she couldn't see who the girl was referring to.
Uncle Hong became so angry that he almost wanted to beat the girl on the spot.
"This one is dead, this one is dead," the girl ran to the side holding the back of her head, "Who is dead?"
Xiaolan pursed her lips and looked at the girl with admiration.
This was the first time I saw someone more reckless than Qin Yin, and I really admired him.
"This is..." Jasmine hesitated.
"He is from Jiutan," the Taoist priest replied. "Li Muyuan said that he is hopeless."
"Oh, it's Mu Yuan and the others who are here," Uncle Hong said, "Since Mu Yuan has said so, there is nothing we can do. People cannot be resurrected after death. Jasmine, don't be too sad. The injuries of others have already begun.
Good luck, you should cheer up as soon as possible."
The girl also nodded heavily. At this time, she forgot that Jasmine couldn't see her.
"Uncle Hong, don't worry," Jasmine's voice was steady and her tone was gentle, "I'm not the kind of person who dwells on the past. Thank you very much for this time."
"Why are you so polite," Uncle Hong said, "By the way, the head of the Xiahua family said there are two injured, and the other one is..."
"Isn't he also dead?" the girl asked.
Uncle Hong glared at the girl fiercely.
Xiaolan also glared at her.
"It's me," Xiaolan said, "but I'm already fine, so I don't need to trouble you."
The girl stared at Xiaolan in surprise and said awkwardly, "But you are covered in blood."
"Oh this is... this is his blood," Xiaolan made up a reason casually, "I didn't bleed, it was all skin trauma."
"Then why do you make Sister Hua so anxious..."
Uncle Hong finally couldn't bear it anymore and hit the girl with a loud blow on her head. The girl moaned and screamed, but she followed Uncle Hong obediently and became quiet.
"Since the deceased is dead, I will ask someone to take him away," Uncle Hong said to Jasmine, "After all, leaving the body here is not an option."
Uncle Hong walked aside to make a phone call. The girl stood between the three of them, looking here and there, looking like she couldn't take a moment to relax.
Xiaolan thought for a while and walked towards the girl.
"Sister," Xiaolan asked with a smile, "what's your name?"
"My name is Hong Zhi," the girl bent down and said with the same smile, "What about you? What's your name, little bloody man?"
There are very few people who can make people angry just by saying something casually.
"My name is Xiaolan," Xiaolan said, "Sister Hong Zhi, do you know Qiao Nian?"
"Qiao Nian?" Hong Zhi stood up straight and recalled, "Tsk... this name sounds familiar... Let me think about it, is it that actress?... No, no, what is that person's name? Li Li
, then what you are saying is..."
"She's not an actress, she's from Jiutan," Xiaolan said helplessly, "A girl about the same age as you is suffering from... phobia, and Jasmine sent her to Shuanglun, your home."
"Hey, I thought you were talking about the missing actress," Hong Zhi waved her hand, "What's the name of the person you're talking about?"
"Qiao Nian."
"Qiao...Qiao Qiao," Hong Zhi nodded, "I know, she is at our place, she lives next door to me."
"How is she?" Jasmine asked hurriedly.
"She is still undergoing treatment," Hong Zhi said, "Her disease seems not that simple... You can ask my master for the specific situation. Qiaoqiao and I have only met a few times. After her treatment started, we have no relationship.
I’ve seen it before.”
After hearing this, Jasmine became a little worried again.
Uncle Hong just finished the call, and Jasmine asked, "Uncle Hong, what disease does Qiao Nian have?"
Uncle Hong was stunned for a moment, then quickly glared at Hong Zhi.
"Your mouth..."
"What's wrong? Is this something that can't be said?"
"What's going on?" Jasmine became more and more anxious, "Is Qiaoqiao suffering from some serious illness?"
"No, it's not a serious illness, it's just... a little strange," Uncle Hong came over, slapped Hong Zhi hard on the head, and said to Jasmine, "We think Qiao Nian... may have been poisoned by some kind of poison.
, it was precisely because of that poison that the amnesia was caused."