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Bing'er angrily looked back at Zhining. "Why didn't you say so earlier?" Let's go into the room and talk. " After she finished talking, she stepped forward and held Bing-Er's hand, walking into her room.

In the room, Lian'er was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. Bing'er lit the candle and placed it on the windowsill. She then walked to the bed and sat on it.

Zhining leaned against the windowsill, looking expressionlessly at Bing'er, and asked coldly, "How's the investigation going?" Any progress? "

Bing-Er twitched her mouth in dissatisfaction. She knew that Zhining was most concerned about the case. She pointed at Lian who was sleeping, "Not only was she the first maid to find Xiu-Er's body, but she is also very close to Xiu-Er. She definitely said that Xiu-Er never gave birth to a child."

ZhiNing couldn't help but slightly furrow her brows, "Think about it, Xiu-Er had given birth to a child two years ago. Is there any three-year-old child in the Prime Minister's Estate?"

"Nope." Bing-Er was sure about that. She and Xiu-Er washed all the clothes in the house. She had never washed any children's clothes.

"What else did you find?" Zhining looked at Bing'er and asked coldly.

"The one who is on good terms with Xiu-Er is called Chen Quan, but he has left the house already. I'm afraid you're the one who will need to know the news about Xiu-Er from him." Bing'er thought for a while before answering.

"I've already caught Chen Quan, but he said they are innocent. He didn't even have children with Xiu-Er." Zhining replied lightly to Bing'er.

Bing-Er rolled her eyes. [She really is the No. 1 constable's daughter. She actually moved so fast!] He had just gotten the news that they had already caught him!

"So you're saying that Chen Quan won't have any problems?" Bing'er looked back at Zhining and asked.

Zhining looked at the ground below and then said, "That may not be true. According to him, someone framed him for stealing things. He was kicked out of the Prime Minister's residence."

"Oh? Does this mean that someone does not wish for him to stay in the Prime Minister's Estate? " Bing'er couldn't help but wonder, who in the world didn't want him to stay in the House of Prime?

"So, you have to find out who wronged him." So, you have to find out who wronged him. ZhiNing raised her head and looked at Bing'er with a serious look and said.

Bing-Er glanced at Zhining, and answered weakly, "Ok, I will try my best." How could he investigate such a large household? Who had framed Chen Quan for stealing things?!

ZhiNing lightly cast a glance at Bing'er, then slowly walked to the center of the room and paced back and forth, "How did you find out about the scratches on your hands?"

"All I saw was that Madame's hand was deeply scratched. I haven't seen anyone else. " Of all the people she had met in the Prime Minister's residence, only Madam Ye had deep scratches on her hands. Although the wounds were almost healed, the scars on the back of her hands could still be seen.

"Take me to Xiu-Er's room. I want to check the scene." ZhiNing suddenly stopped and looked at Bing'er, ordering her.

Bing-Er twitched her mouth and reluctantly answered, "Fine."

Lian'er's room in Xiu-Er's room was actually very close to hers. When they turned the corner, they arrived at Xiu-Er's room. Zhi-Ning waved to Bing-Er, signaling her not to make any noise.

Bing'er stood there quietly, hiding under a small tree not far from Xiu-Er's room. Meanwhile, ZhiNing jumped up and looked around. Only when she found that there was no one nearby, did she relax.

Bing-Er pushed open the door gently. After entering the room, she lit up the candle in her hand. The dim light illuminated the entire room.

ZhiNing took a step forward and walked over to the bed, carefully inspecting the scene. However, she did not find any new home of value. Following that, she looked towards the beam, leapt onto it and squatted down to examine the traces of the rope on the beam.

Bing'er walked to the table and sat on the chair. She rested her hands on her cheeks as she watched Zhining inspect the beams of the room. As she watched, her eyelids began to twitch.

Suddenly, she lowered her head. "Bang!" Bing-Er's forehead hit the table heavily. Bing-Er hurriedly stretched out her hands to rub the pain on her forehead. As she was rubbing her forehead, she saw a girl hanging on the beam, and her heart stopped beating. She fell off the chair, and her hands trembled as she crawled up from the floor to run towards the door. There was a small cut on the edge of the table on her skirt, but Bing'er didn't notice that. She ran out of the room as fast as she could.

ZhiNing looked at the fleeing Bing'er and slowly said, "Run?" It's me. "

Bing-Er's hand had already grabbed the door frame and was about to open the door and run out, but she was stopped by Zhining's words.

Bing'er turned around and leaned against the door. She looked at Zhining, who had hung her on the beam of the room. "Big Sis, people can scare people to death!"

Both of Zhining's feet were standing on the stool, and she took off the belt hanging on the house beam, jumping down to the ground to untie the two belts tied tightly together. Walking up to Bing'er, she handed one of the belts to her, "Your belt."

"Chi!"

"Bing-Er wanted to vomit blood. She looked down at her waist and found that the belt was gone." Why did you use my belt?! " The tone of the question was filled with displeasure.

ZhiNing shoved the belt into Bing'er's hands, while she tied the other belt around her waist, "I just saw, if it was a man who hung Xiu-Er's body on a beam, then that man would have to know martial arts because the beam is too high, and those who don't know martial arts wouldn't be able to reach it. However, I only saw the mark of a rope on the beam, and no footprints."

Bing'er tied her belt as she listened attentively to Zhining's words, "So that means, that man doesn't know martial arts?" There were no footprints on the beam. That meant the man who hung Xiu-Er's body on the beam didn't know martial arts.

"I saw Xiu-Er's body hanging on a rope in the memorial hall. I tested it on the bench. I couldn't hang Xiu-Er's body on the beam. I tested the length of the rope hanging on the beam and found that the man who could stand on the stool and hang Xiu-Er's body on the beam was about seven feet tall. He was about two meters tall. "

"Isn't that Yao Ming's height? I never thought that there would be such a tall man in the Prime Minister's Estate! " Bing-Er murmured to herself.

"They might not be able to do it with the stools, but with the tables." ZhiNing looked thoughtfully at the table placed in the center of the room as she slowly spoke.