Chapter 1423

The best embroiderer of the Feng family took the ordinary handkerchief tremblingly, looked at it for a while, then smelled the smell on it, and stammered: "Patriarch, this is just an ordinary handkerchief. There are three copper plates in one, and the embroidery is also very rough. It is really impossible to tell what is special.

The servant just smelled the smell, and it smelled of men's sweat..."

The smell of men's sweat.

It was a man who killed Shadow.

Feng Baizhe sent the person with the most sensitive nose among the disciples to smell the veil, and then to smell the other disciples one by one.

Eleven half-covered his mouth with his round fan, and snorted: "Could it be that this man got in among the followers of the Feng family because he had a dog's nose? Is it true that any cat or dog can get into the eyes of the head of the Feng family?" .”

Whispering was endless, but no one noticed what Eleven said.

He was clearly in the same room with Feng Baizhe all the time, but he was suspected of being searched as a suspect who killed Feng's old patriarch. This feeling of not being trusted by the patriarch aroused the resentment of the diners.

Although Feng Baizhe had doubts about them in the past, he was willing to cover it up anyway, but now that many people have died, and he started to deal with them blatantly, the days to come may not be easy.

Yun Che stared at the veil calmly and lowered his eyes.

Wuying has always been straightforward in doing things, why did he miss for no reason this time and drop a piece of handkerchief?

Before she could think clearly, the dog's nose sniffed around her.

Eleven turned his head and looked at Yun Che worriedly.

Yun Che sat without moving his body, and let the doorman circle around her, sniffing around her like a dog, and stayed for a little longer.

Feng Baizhe's brows furrowed sharply.

Eleven couldn't help it anymore: "What's going on, everyone is sitting here, could it be that Mr. Yun has the skill to kill someone?"

The doorman finally let Yun Che go: "No, it's just that the smell of makeup on Mr. Yun's body is too strong, but he doesn't smell the smell that a man should have."

Eleven pursed his lips, looking disgusted: "Of course, Mr. Yun's favorite place in the past was Lan Kwai Fong, and the Jiu'er girl who was with me could smell it ten steps away. The tacky makeup smells bad, it's strange that it smells like a man."

When everyone thought about it, it seemed that this was the truth, and they wanted to laugh out loud, but seeing Feng Baizhe's cold and sharp face, they had no choice but to hold back in their hearts.

Yun Che sighed, with a helpless expression on his face: "Mrs. Mo, at least we had affection before, so why bother to keep targeting me? Isn't Brother Feng treating you better than Shao Mo treating you?"

eleven:"......"

Eleven felt goosebumps all over his body, and didn't know how to answer the words, so he had to cover his face with a round fan, humming to prevent outsiders from seeing his expression.

After tossing and tossing for a whole day, Feng Baizhe squeezed his forehead, dismissed the crowd, called the guards to come over, stood by his side, propped his head on the large grand master's chair and dozed off.

He didn't dare to go to the bedroom. In the dead of night, the gauze curtain fluttered like ghosts.

He didn't dare to turn off the lights, he always felt that someone was staring at him in the dark, ready to goug his eyes and cut his tongue.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I dreamed of my relatives covered in blood.

Father, Feng Qianfan, Feng Yufeng, Feng Chengluan...

Blood was gurgling from their empty eye sockets, and they opened their tongueless mouths, babbling and saying something to him.

He couldn't understand or comprehend what they meant. They seemed to be getting impatient. They rushed over and surrounded him, tearing his hair and clothes with their bloody fingers, screaming...

Feng Baizhe woke up from her fear...