When he took out the carpet which was pressed on Duobao, he smelled a smell of blood. Subconsciously, he felt the stain on his head. He thought it was the cleaning servant's laziness. He was afraid of being found out, so he took the stain and hid it in Duobao.

But when his hand touched the slippery stain, when he looked up, it was a scarlet red.

"Blood, this is blood!" He yelled and dropped the carpet.

It's really blood, because it's a Navy carpet that covers up the blood red. It becomes clear only when it touches the skin.

The color of his eyes sank. There was blood, but no one was missing. It was really an accident.

The carpet is near duobaoge. Xi Shiyi may be standing here. Then... She stood up and measured the distance. According to his height, if he fell to the ground, it was just the end of the replaced carpet.

There are no sharp things here. Stabbing is impossible. Only heavy things hit the head.

"Miss, is this the master's... the master's..." Uncle Yang's eyes were red.

"You don't have to be so nervous! This amount of bleeding, he can't die unless he has severe anemia Although the amount of bleeding is not much, there are many dangerous areas in a person's head. There is too much blood and too little blood. It's not entirely certain that he's really OK. She would say that just to appease Yang Bo so that he doesn't have to go wrong.

"But... But..."

"Get up first and help me to see if there is anything missing in Duobao pavilion?"

"Missing?"

Kangxi knew that he was frightened, and reminded him, "Fuhu means to let you see if there are any heavy objects on the cupboard that can smash your head." What's missing must be a murder weapon.

"Hit the head!" Yang Bo cried strangely, a heart beat more disorderly.

"Yang Bo, the most urgent thing is to find your master. You don't have to think about the rest!"

"Good! Good Yang Bo wiped his tears and carefully counted the things in Duobao Pavilion.

After a while, he cried, "less, really less, less of a lotus jade ball!"

"How old?"

"About that big!" Yang Bo compared a size and looked two laps smaller than football.

A ball of this size made of jade can definitely stun or kill a person if it is smashed on the forehead.

"Miss, master... Master..."

"Be quiet!" Kangxi covered his mouth, "Hu Hu now needs absolute quiet!"

Yang Bohong looks at Hu with two eyes. She is silent. Her eyebrows are squeezed into a line, a state of meditation.

She said to herself, "suppose Xi Shiyi was hit on the head by a jade ball, and he fell down and fell here..." she pointed to the carpet that had been replaced. "If he was conscious, he would shout, but now everyone is looking for him, which means that he didn't shout at that time, and he probably lost his consciousness... People who were unconscious can't go missing, It's impossible to change the carpet. Then there must be something else in the study at that time. Why?

All of a sudden, the light in the study flickered. After a while, it turned on again.

This is the scene of the murder. The lights are so bright and out, which makes people feel gloomy.

Kangxi complained, "the wiring of this house must be aging. If there is electricity for a while, if there is no electricity for a while, you'd better find a flashlight first to save the power failure."

Blackout

By the way, power failure!

When Xi Shiyi was hidden, it must have been a power failure.

But why the Tibetans after the blackout?

Just thinking, Lu Meiling cried outside, "Yang Zhongyi, you ask people to drive them back. Mingcheng's funeral hasn't been held yet. I don't want to send them to the crematorium. Do you hear me?"

This sound made him open his eyes, and the light in his eyes was amazing.

i see!