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Chapter 1209 Butterfly Boy 23

Under pressure, the coachman turned against the man next to him on the spot, followed by the housekeeper who vowed to find out the murderer, and confronted the little peacock again.

Lan Shuying bit her teeth:

The bottle of red wine was chosen by the little peacock.

The little peacock couldn't believe it.

They are blood brothers, so they took the initiative to lead the fire to him? !

But when he met Lan Shuying's eyes, he suddenly understood and felt relieved.

It's okay, anyway, he didn't tamper with that bottle of wine, what are you afraid of?

Check it out!

The little peacock snorted coldly under the surprised eyes of the bystanders: "It's useless for you to target me."

"Hey, don't you want to check the wine? Let's go!" He urged the old doctor.

Lan Shuying corrected him seriously: "You made a mistake, they will go, you stay."

Little Peacock: "Huh?"

Lan Shuying pointed to the ceiling: "I want to take it apart to see what's going on with the rope, please stay and help me."

"……Oh."

Lan Shuying added: "Other people can also stay. Anyone who has entered this bedroom will be suspected and supervise each other. However, I heard that some poisons will weaken their properties if they are in contact with the air for a long time. Tonight's food is the best. Better check it out sooner."

After a few seconds of silence, the coachman and the cook resumed their quarrel, vying to drag the old doctor to the kitchen, followed by the silent washerwoman.

The old doctor looked back at the two brothers, especially the little peacock who was as thin as a chick—I heard that the relationship between the two was not good, and hoped that they would never fight.

The old doctor hesitated to speak.

That kid, I'm afraid he can't bear it.

"Tsk, he must have suspected we would fight."

The little peacock waited until everyone was gone, and came up to Pan Lan Shuying's arm: "Brother, she is already dead, so let's not waste time to investigate the case!"

Lan Shuying: "Then what do you want to do?"

"I……"

The little peacock circled around Madame Butterfly's body a few times, playing with the buttons, her tone was innocent, but her eyes were incongruously fierce: "I want to transfer her property, and you don't need to get other things that are difficult to get. This manor Be sure to take...then, tell those people outside to shut up!"

"Are you going to kill again?"

The little peacock almost nodded, bit his tongue suddenly when the words reached his mouth, and retorted: "What do you mean again? I have only killed that handyman in total, but I haven't succeeded yet... You don't believe me."

"I believe it, so, what is the use of this manor? Only this building is worth a little, and the other places have not been taken care of for a while, and you can't afford the cost." Lan Shuying pointed out calmly this point.

Even if the housekeeper sent all his ten-year salary home, it would not be enough to repair such a large manor.

The little peacock's face was a little hot: "Brother!"

"And in what name are you going to take it over? As the wife's widow?" She deliberately emphasized the word "widow".

Is it humiliation?

If he thinks so, so be it.

"you……"

"Our ancestors' inheritance is more than this. I asked people outside. At that time, the fiefdom was very large and far away. This place is at most a holiday villa, and it is almost abandoned after so many years."

"This one……"

There was a mocking light in Lan Shuying's eyes: "You'd better tell the truth, are you hiding something from me? For example, our ancestors are not only alive, but what attractive little gifts can they give you?"

The little peacock was startled, and shook his head subconsciously: "Brother... I didn't promise him, you trust me!"

"What does he want you to promise?"

The little peacock hesitated again and again, but in the end he couldn't stand up to a brother-control character, and said: "He has entered my dream, he can see my identity, he is willing to give me the treasure he hides, and he also promised to give me the power of the blood race ..."

"Is it turning you into a blood race?"

"It can also remain the same, but the rewards will be much less... But it is also much better than ordinary people!" Little Peacock said eagerly.

After all, he is still young, the second year of middle school is the most suitable for daydreaming, hoping to be favored by the strong, to get rare treasures or unrivaled martial arts.

During the time Lan Shuying talked to him, she had already found a toolbox and asked him to hold the ladder. She rolled up her sleeves and began to demolish the house, "How many times have you contacted?"

The little peacock answered honestly: "Twice."

"The first time he recognized me, he ordered me to help him kill Madame Butterfly...I, I agreed at the time, because even you couldn't recognize me...You only have that woman in your eyes, and I'm not happy. But I really didn't kill her!"

Holding the ladder with both hands, he glanced at Madame Butterfly's bright red skirt soaked on the ground from the corner of his eye, with confusion in his eyes, he whispered, "It's really not me..."

"Didn't he look for you once again? What did he say the second time?" Lan Shuying looked at the position and threw the board that had just been removed to the door.

She looked too calm, even cold-blooded.

It seemed that the death of Madame Butterfly would no longer affect her mood.

But the little peacock thought he knew this person best.

He felt that the elder brother in this state was the most dangerous, because he was determined to find out the matter.

He drooped his head and said, "For the second time, he wants me to recognize you and test whether you are worthy of being his descendant."

Lan Shuying paused, and repeated those three words in astonishment:

"Do you deserve it?"

She thought it was funny.

To be a grandson of someone, but also to be assessed?

Oh, that's right.

Almost forgot, that guy is not human.

If it is a human being, blood relationship is the most wonderful and intimate connection, and the Grand Duke should naturally recognize the brothers.

But he's a vampire now.

What specific conditions must be met to be his descendant is another matter.

"How do you plan to assess?"

The little peacock was silent for a long time, his eyes changed from struggling to firm, and finally refused: "...I don't want to tell you."

Lan Shuying shook her head: "If you don't tell me, then I will guess."

"After he asked you to kill his wife for the first time, you must have made some arrangements. He was very satisfied, so he admitted that you could be his offspring; My assessment..."

"It is to take back the property occupied by her family..."

She observed the look of the little peacock, and when the other party's eyes were slightly bright and about to agree, she turned a corner, "Maybe we two have a contest and let him see if I am qualified."

"..."

"It seems to be this." Lan Shuying got the answer, and sighed in a low voice, "The ancestors don't seem to be kind to us."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The little peacock was anxious.

A small metal bat flew out in response.

"It's over...he will know, brother, go to the castle to admit your mistake, and ask him to forgive you!"

"I don't have time to go, I still have to find the murderer. Get out of the way."

She lifted the last few ceiling tiles to get a better view.

There are several steel cables in the gap, and the structure can respond to the linkage, starting from the place where Madame Butterfly hanged herself, and the last section disappears at the joint between the wall and the floor tiles.

(End of this chapter)