Chapter 1225

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So that's the end of whitewashing?

It's hard to make white tea bite your lips. "Then, what I found was mostly evidence of white tea." Zhou Chunxi picked up a piece of evidence and unfolded, "first of all, Bai Cha secretly threw a poison formula and showed it to me. When worshiping heaven and earth, she gave my father a glass of wine, which should be poison wine."

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Ling Yu looked at Bai cha in horror. "Murder your husband, Pan Jinlian. Wait a minute. The plot is so familiar that you don't have a wild man outside, do you?"

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White tea is too lazy to pay attention to him.

Zhou Chunxi said with a smile, "I still have something here. I don't know if it has anything to do with the main line. It's just that I saw such a well folded handkerchief in the rouge box of white tea with such a poem on it."

People look at it.

Chaocui mountain, night Cangjiang song.

Back to this remote Acacia, qingzun Zhanfang green.

"In the poem, there are both Chao and Cui, and there are obvious traces of tears. Bai Cha, are you old acquaintances with Lu Chao?"

Zhou Chunxi suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Bai cha. His eyes were clear, and he asked clearly, with the air of the main room.

"All Acacia, which or what old acquaintance, clearly is the old acquaintance, right?" Wan Cheng was excited when he heard that. He wanted to open a watermelon on the spot. "Mom, my daughter was green at the same time. It's a big play!"

Bai Cha was so flustered that she felt guilty when she went to the main room. The handkerchief was given to her by Lu Chao before she left. When she missed her, she took a look at it, and then she burst into tears.

That's a bigger motive, isn't it?

My parents are killed and forced to marry, and I have a wild man in my heart

It's hard to say if she doesn't have to be accused of murder. As her eyes turned, she was thinking about how to say it better. When she met the scene there, she sneered coldly, "Wan Cheng, if you have no brain, you should read more. This is Wang Bo's poem. It describes a poem about missing a friend in the cold night. Don't be full of Acacia when you hear it

"Ah, is it?"

Wan Cheng looks blankly at Zhou Chunxi.

"It's wrong. It's strange to use it here. It can't mean so little, can it?" Zhou Chunxi doubts.

"I have lived by the sea since I was a child. I know Xiaocui well, but I have no other feelings. Otherwise, how can I marry her?" When responding to the scene, he looked at Zhou Chunxi with a calm and calm look.

White tea looked at him, listening to this word, and his expression was in a trance again.

If he didn't have a car accident on that day, he would probably come to her with the divorce agreement and say so calmly: it's good for me to get along with you for four years, but the person I love is not you. The person I want to marry is Zhou Chunxi.

She dropped her eyes.

She is the only one who thinks she has a love story.

On the other side, Zhou Chunxi listened to the word "marry" in his eyes. His face became hot quickly and he pressed the handkerchief silently, "Oh, I have no problem."

It's been like this.

When the cabbage couldn't cope with the situation, Bai Cha shook her head and saw Wan Cheng looking at Zhou Chunxi with hope, "Xiao Chunxi, what's my evidence?"

"I only found some things that you pick your feet and nose. I don't think it's necessary to say that."

Zhou Chunxi said.

“……”

Wan Cheng drew back depressed, "then I have nothing to say. I searched the same things with them. I doubt white tea for the time being."

"Me too." Zhou Chunxi agreed.

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White tea wants to vomit blood. "Let me summarize." When she was in the scene, she sat there, took a glass of water, tasted it gracefully, and then continued, "first of all, I'm definitely not the murderer myself. Secondly, I can row out yellow flowers. I've compared the fragrance she used in Xiangge, and it's just Yixiang, not Mixiang."

Zhou Chunxi's lips curled up and his eyes were full of joy.

Play a game to make her happy. Bai Cha took back her sight and continued when she saw the scene, "there are only Xiaocui and sweeper left. You can't think in the framework given by the script. Of course, you can choose Xiaocui, but according to the general script setting, the more like the murderer, the less the murderer."

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He did protect her.

White tea pursed her lips to see what he said. "The sweeper's information is trivial, but you can try to spell it." In response to the situation, he said, "a famine victim who sells himself as a slave and suddenly turns from a free man into a slave must have a big psychological gap. No one knows about his past. He may have been a little rich, a beautiful wife, a beautiful concubine, and a group of children. If he lives happily, the gap will be even bigger, even cynical."

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People listen carefully, even Wancheng are fascinated, did not expect that a little trivial things can make the scene into a story."The boys said that the sweeper didn't work seriously, which proved that he didn't work sincerely at all. Everyone from the villa leader to the boys below had beaten and scolded him. Maybe he didn't hate him?" He stood up and said in an orderly way, "but he hated how he would do after that. He went to dogleg to please everyone. Did you notice that he was courting some important departments, such as the guard of the warehouse, such as the cook in the kitchen and the aunt who bought vegetables."

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White tea they have to go through the evidence, sure enough, there are these small details, but they think it is not important. "I can boldly guess that he is brewing a great conspiracy to kill the villa owner first, then steal the warehouse and turn over to become the owner of the villa." In response to the scene, he said, "look at the script. Because the wedding is too busy, the cook asked the sweeper to serve breakfast for the master in the morning. He can put poison in it and attack when he worships heaven and earth."

"Really..."

Ling Yu also found this little evidence. Several people raised their eyes and looked at the sweeper Wan Cheng. Suddenly, their eyes changed. "Moreover, there is a small detail. The sweeper escaped from Huayue mountain. You should know that Huayue mountain is the place to cultivate magic blood." "As Wan Cheng said, sweepers are not easy. Maybe they have nothing to do with xiumotuo. They can kill people standing outside the door, but we haven't found any evidence yet."

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This story is too strong. It turns out that the cultivation of demons seems to be related to the situation, but it is actually related to the sweeper.

White tea was completely surprised.

Looking at Wan Cheng again, he was fascinated until this meeting. "Hey, wait a minute. I like the story, but I didn't write in my script that I used it? Did I miss it? "

When the scene came up to him, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Wancheng, you did well today, and I almost let you cheat me."

"What?"

Wan Cheng looks silly. After thinking about it, he quickly takes out the script from his sleeve and turns it up. Did he miss a page of the script of the murder.

But without waiting for him to see, Ling Yu can't wait to let the game start.

Brush, brush.

Four votes for ten thousand.

“……” Wan Cheng, who hasn't turned to the page of killing himself, is completely confused.