Chapter 285 Embroidered Shoes

By the time everyone was fully reunited, it was already an hour later.

An Xuan and Zuo Jing were the last two people to come back, and Qin Jian stared at the two people walking over, something very strange flashed in his eyes.

So does everyone else, but to varying degrees of concealment.

"Why did you come back so late?" You Qi asked angrily. He first looked at Zuo Jing, then turned his gaze to An Xuan, and asked suspiciously: "Did you find anything?"

"Not yet." An Xuan replied very calmly. He seemed to be used to this look. "There are too many paths here. We got lost and wasted some time."

"Lost?" Master Liao Zhi turned to look at Zuo Jing, as if he wanted to verify what An Xuan said from her.

But he failed.

Because he found that Zuo Jing was deliberately avoiding her sight. Although she acted relatively calm, she was not like this before she left.

After finding someone staring at her, without An Xuan reminding her, she raised her head and said in a more formal tone: "We are indeed lost. By the time we found the place where Master Huang lives, it was already too late. "

"So you didn't go in?" Master Liao Zhi asked with a frown.

"No." One of Zuo Jing's arms was hanging down. It looked like nothing, but her fingers kept tightening slightly, intentionally or unintentionally, and then relaxed again.

"Okay." An Xuan said with a smile: "There is nothing going on here. How about the place you are responsible for?"

He turned to look at Qin Jian, who couldn't help but tremble slightly in his heart.

"Mr. Qin." An Xuan asked, "Didn't you say you thought of some clues? Have you found them?"

"I found it." Being targeted by someone like An Xuan was like being targeted by a poisonous snake. Although Qin Jian didn't really cooperate with him, she didn't want to offend such a person.

"We found some very strange marks in the abandoned house." Qin Jian seemed to think of the scene at that time, and his face darkened. "The sharp one in the front and wider in the back is the one that was carried back from last night. The position of the sedan extended out and then disappeared all the way to the lake. "

"They are the kind of embroidered shoes worn by women with small feet." Teacher Liao Zhi added: "Yuqi Youqi said that the paper girl brought back last night was wearing shoes like that."

"Embroidered shoes?"

"Yes, that's right." Teacher Liao Zhi continued: "I measured it with my hand. It's about this big." He stretched out his palm and made a simple gesture. "It's about this big."

"And the shoe prints left are very deep." Youqi said with a dark face, "I stepped hard on several shoe prints, but they were not even half as deep."

"You mean that the paper girl walked out of the sedan and walked into the lake after we left?" The fat man swallowed, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

His association ability is relatively strong and he has already produced pictures.

This is so unbelievable. Master Huang replaced Tang Shirou with a paper man, and now this paper man is still alive? !

Everyone was silent, but this also meant that they all felt that this guess was probably true, because no one refuted it.

"Has anyone else seen those embroidered shoes?" Jiang Cheng asked weakly.

"No."

"I didn't pay attention either."

"without"

"Brother You." An Xuan took over: "What do the embroidered shoes you see look like?"

"Red." Youqi said immediately, "It's a pair of red embroidered shoes." He paused, then seemed to suddenly think of something, and added, "There seem to be two birds embroidered on them!"

"You should be talking about Yuanyang." He supported it with one hand and put the other hand on his chin. After a moment, Chen Qiang, who had never spoken, raised his head and affirmed.

"It seems that Master Huang's illness is related to the woman who married into the family." Qin Jian clarified her thoughts and said, "She is probably Master Huang's wife."

According to the existing information, this speculation is more realistic.

"And this woman is probably dead, so Master Huang still has his obsession and comes to the lake to sing opera every night." Master Liao Zhi touched his chin and added.

"There is something wrong with the cause of this woman's death." Qin Jian nodded and glanced at the lake. The lake during the day was very beautiful under the sunlight, which was completely different from the weird and unpredictable feeling at night. "She was probably killed first. Someone killed him, and then," Qin Jian boldly guessed, "the body was dumped in this lake."

"But this doesn't make sense." Xia Meng said, "Since Master Huang loves her so much and knows that she was killed, why doesn't he take action to avenge his sweetheart?"

Through various performances of Young Master Huang before, everyone has tacitly assumed that Young Master Huang is a ghost.

And according to what was sung in the previous opera, the infatuated man and woman died in the end, which should also correspond to the infatuated Master Huang and his sweetheart.

"Is it possible?" Jiang Cheng blinked his weak and pitiful eyes and asked in a low voice: "That Young Master Huang is not a ghost. He is a human being, but he is not normal."

An Xuan turned his head and looked at him, and several pairs of eyes with unknown purpose were also shot at him. Everyone now knew that Jiang Cheng was just pretending, and he was not a newcomer.

"Did Mr. Hao discover something?" An Xuan asked in a low voice.

"No, no." Jiang Cheng waved his hands quickly, "I just made a guess, just a random guess."

He licked his lips, looked at everyone with a very frightened and innocent look, and then whispered: "After all, you all know that I am just a newcomer who doesn't understand anything."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes became subtle.

Why is it so strange to say this?

This subtle feeling lasted until after lunch. This time the middle-aged woman did not come. Everyone consciously came to the pavilion, sat down, and started to eat lunch.

After lunch, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Only after Jiang Cheng disappeared did someone look away.

This person's thinking seemed to be different from that of other people. If it was someone like Shi Liaozhi and Qin Jian, everyone might have discussed it for a few sentences, but this person gave people a very different feeling.

This can no longer be explained by not being good at pretending. He seemed to be doing it on purpose.

Everyone agreed that his words were worth pondering.

"What do you want to do?"

As soon as the door was closed, Xia Meng came up with a face full of accusations, staring at Jiang Cheng as if he was looking at a psychopath, "Do you have to attract everyone's attention to be satisfied?"

"Of course not." Jiang Cheng replied calmly: "I have my purpose, there is no need to explain to you."

Xia Meng's expression was slightly stunned. She thought that Jiang Cheng would use some strange reasons to prevaricate herself, but she didn't expect that the latter would be so calm.

She suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Fuck!" The fat man yelled: "What the hell is going on?"