Chapter 171: Statement

Su Mian widened her eyes. "You, what are you saying?"

That wasn't what she meant, okay?!

Si Shi didn't listen to her sophistry at all, using his cold mask to press against the girl's neck. Su Mian shivered from the cold and reached out to press on the mask.

"Looks like I guessed right? Mrs. Mao."

He read it out word for word, and Su Mian suddenly felt a sense of immorality that made her whole body burn; she pursed her lips and glared at him, "Don't call me that."

"But isn't this a settled fact? If I don't call you that, what else can I call you?"

His hand went down, supporting Su Mian's butt, his slender fingers pressing on her spine. Su Mian felt a jolt, her thighs went soft, she let out a hum, and slapped him in embarrassment and anger.

"Are you jealous?!"

"I am."

Just this one sentence made Su Mian calm down. She blinked, not expecting Si Shi to be so honest.

She gave a dry "Oh," and then there was no sound.

Si Shi turned her flushed face over to face the mask.

"So... can you call me husband?"

Su Mian buried her face into Si Shi's shoulder socket gloomily.

"... You acted for so long just for this?"

"Not entirely. I really saw you were very uncomfortable, so I wanted to carry you over."

Su Mian responded, hugged the man's waist, and moved her lips.

"Husband."

The voice was the size of a mosquito, muffled in the clothes, and couldn't be heard clearly at all.

But at that moment, Su Mian felt Si Shi's waist straighten. She looked up and found an ear that was rapidly changing color. She secretly hooked the corners of her mouth.

"Still continuing the affair? Husband? Mr. Chen? Xi~ Huai~"

"... That's enough."

Si Shi's voice became a bit hoarse. He suppressed his vertical pupils that were about to change due to excitement, held Su Mian, and walked toward the destination without saying a word.

Su Mian was in a great mood, giggling, not caring about the passersby's eyes anymore, and even mischievously placed her hand on someone's ear to warm it.

"Why is there no one here?"

Qiao Yinuo looked around. The twin sisters worked together to push a stone pier and moved it to the wall, making it convenient for the few to climb the wall.

Tiffany: "If Mao Fu knows about this situation, the in-laws' family should all have been taken to make statements."

The few were wearing cheongsams, and the act of climbing walls was really not very elegant, but they had no choice. On one side was the task, and on the other side were clues.

Fortunately, there was no one around here. Qiao Yinuo directly supported herself with both hands, straddled her legs, climbed onto the wall, and successfully opened the door for the others.

Su Mian arrived late, her lips cherry red, as if she had eaten something.

Qiao Yinuo stared at her with a strange expression. Tiffany, however, had a look of realization. "Hurry up and find clues, Fugui. Why are you staring at Ragdoll Cat? Were you charmed?"

As soon as Tiffany spoke, Qiao Yinuo was like a lit firecracker. "You were the one charmed!"

"You guys"

"Come quickly"

"Here!"

The twin sisters waved. The few hurried over, only to see that on a small path, paper money was scattered all the way, leading to the innermost residence.

"We... should we go in?"

Qiao Yinuo saw that the house inside was pitch black, feeling a bit cowardly, and retreated directly behind Meng Yaya, who was at the very back, falling behind a bit.

Su Mian nodded. "Go, why not?"

After speaking, Tiffany and Su Mian took the lead into this corridor. The paper money finally disappeared at a residence. The scene before them shocked everyone.

The plaque hanging high on the residence was covered by funeral banners, which hung down long. Below the banners, a lacquered wooden offering table was placed in the center.

There was no memorial tablet on the table, only a chipped blue porcelain bowl, with half a pool of turbid liquid accumulated in the bowl.

"Hiss... did someone in this family pass away?"

Qiao Yinuo asked. Meng Yaya looked around. "Who passed away? There isn't even a portrait."

After observing for a while, they really couldn't find the identity of the deceased, so the few turned to the main house.

On the table in the center, there were still melon seeds that hadn't been finished, as well as an opened red envelope.

The money inside had already been taken. Su Mian didn't even need to think; the red envelope Feng Liping gave Li Meili that day was definitely embezzled by Yuan Jing herself. Su Mian lowered her eyes.

Behind to the side was her bedroom.

There were many clues in her bedroom, the incomplete paper-cuts in the trash can, the grandfather's portrait in the wardrobe, and the herb basket under the bed.

Currently, everyone thought Feng Liping was pushed into the water, so for the players, an alibi was very important.

But no one knew that the fuse for Feng Liping's death actually came from the herbs in the bamboo forest.

Elsewhere, inside the police station.

Yuan Jing held her husband's hand, rubbing her two hands constantly. "Brother, we really don't know how she died. This matter has nothing to do with us."

The police officer opposite the table nodded. "You don't need to be nervous, Ms. Yuan. We just want to understand some situations. What was Feng Liping's state during the time she lived in your house?"

Yuan Jing recalled. "Well... everything was fine on the first day, but for some reason on the second day, she seemed to be scared, saying she wanted to observe mourning, and bought a pile of paper money and incense."

She felt a bit guilty, after all, someone had indeed just died in the family. "She really looked like she was possessed. My father... he just died a while ago."

"It just so happened that Feng Liping ran in front of my father's room every day. My husband and I were scared to death, so... so we gave her some 'Soul-Sending Soup'."

The police officer interrupted her, his brow furrowed. "Soul-Sending Soup?"

Yuan Jing was a bit anxious, sweating profusely, eager to explain. "It's not any poison! Really, we just put in some cinnabar, honeysuckle, ginger, and stove earth. It definitely has nothing to do with her death."

Her husband also stood up quickly, his face solemn. "People in our village are a bit superstitious, but that little bit of stuff, it wouldn't... don't you think?"

The police officer rubbed his brow and turned off the recording pen. "Fine, let's stop here today. We will conduct testing on the body and conduct another investigation in two days. You stay at the police station first."

The two looked at each other and kept saying "good."

"So, so, so, so scary!!!"

Meng Yaya ran out from the guest room, jumping up and down. "There are two blood handprints in that room."

Hearing this, the few immediately went to the room, only to see a spread-out bundle on the bed, and a window on the side of the bed, with two big blood handprints printed on it.

Tiffany opened the bundle and found Feng Liping's ID card. "This room is Feng Liping's, and there is a letter in the bag."

"Oh my god, this handwriting is so beautiful."

Qiao Yinuo took a look and didn't recognize it as Su Mian's handwriting at all, because she had imitated her grandfather's handwriting based on memory, so it couldn't be seen.

"I, Li Quansheng... here was erased... was originally an ancestor of this residence. Two days ago, I should have been laid to rest, my soul following the old path back to the ancestral tomb... However, you arrived uninvited, stepped through this door, disturbed the *yang* energy, and disrupted my *yin* journey." ===== CHAPTER 172 =====