I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 248 Duan Qingshan poisoned Jiang Anning?
Jiang Anning looked at Duan Qingshan, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he snorted coldly: "I'm afraid if I really ask them for money to pay for my passage, you, the second in command, will also think of a way to give it to them."

A strong sense of displeasure spread in her heart.

It's something that has already been planned and decided, so why bother pretending to be cautious and asking her about it?
It was as if her decision and her opinion were so important.

Just like the Zhao family of the past!
I always ask her about everything, her thoughts and opinions, but when have I ever cared about her thoughts and opinions?
On the contrary, no matter what she said, she could not avoid being criticized and reprimanded by the Zhao family in the end.

Since you don’t care and don’t want to listen, why are you asking?
Give people hope and then make them despair?

No need!

Duan Qingshan blinked, and his sharp intuition told him that he seemed to have said something wrong just now, which made Jiang Anning unhappy.

Can……

He scratched his head in confusion, but he really couldn't see any emotion on the person's face.

It is even more difficult to judge whether Jiang Anning is angry or not.

"Go do something."

Before Duan Qingshan could even think of speaking, Jiang Anning called him out first: "I need to rest."

At Madam An's house, she laughed for a long time just for show and was already tired.

Duan Qingshan had no choice but to swallow back what was in his heart.

"Yes."

Just as he was about to go out, Duan Qingshan suddenly thought of those women and couldn't help but ask what to do with them.

Turning around, I saw Jiang Anning yawning continuously. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her and stopped disturbing her.
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The next day, the weather was fine.

There are already birds on the osmanthus tree in the yard, chirping and occasionally jumping around on the branches, stepping on some bright yellow osmanthus flowers, which flutter in the wind, fall all over the yard and dot the grass.

Jiang Anning slept comfortably. Even though she was woken up by the chirping of birds outside, she didn't feel annoyed.

She lay lazily on the bed, stretched, and stayed in bed for a long time before finally leaving the quilt reluctantly.

As soon as I went out, as expected, Duan Qingshan was waiting outside.

The people who were stationed in the yard last night are no longer there.

I just don't know whether he has left or is hiding somewhere again.

"Lord."

Duan Qingshan came forward holding a basin of water and asked people to wash their hands and faces.

Jiang Anning didn't refuse.

I just feel it's a little weird.

She looked at Duan Qingshan, who was moving skillfully and swiftly, and couldn't help asking, "I remember that you didn't seem to have any serious work before?"

"Yes."

Duan Qingshan said with a guilty look on his face, "In the past, my mother and I depended on each other for survival. I had no ambition to make progress and was idle all day long, only caring about eating, drinking and having fun. I have lived to this age entirely because my mother did odd jobs to earn money to support me."

He recounted the past events in a leisurely manner: "Later, I would occasionally go out and find odd jobs to do."

"But I have a bad temper and no patience. I can't stand being lectured, and I can't stand being suppressed at all."

When Duan Qingshan talked about the past, every word he said was detailed, and it seemed as if he was observing and recounting someone else's life.

"When I was working before, I met a foreman who was ruthless. He would always find various excuses to deduct my wages."

"I was young and hot-tempered at the time, so I argued with him for a few words and almost got into a fight."

"That time, although I got the wages I was supposed to get, I encountered many setbacks afterwards... The foreman went even further and used all kinds of methods to deduct my wages for his own money."

"I was powerless to resist, so I quit my job in anger and went home."

"I originally wanted to rent two plots of land to grow crops, but I really didn't have any money in my pocket."

Otherwise, when his mother was seriously ill, he would not have been desperate and did something against his conscience.

"…Fortunately, I met my master."

Otherwise, he would have probably become a bandit by now, right?

Jiang Anning snorted and laughed twice: "It's not necessarily lucky. If you hadn't met me, you might have become a mountain king somewhere now."

Duan Qingshan blushed, not sure whether Jiang Anning was teasing him or pointing at him.

"But speaking of which, you are exceptionally skilled at serving others."

Jiang Anning smiled and said, "Even if you said you worked for a wealthy family before, I would still believe it."

She hadn't noticed it before, but after moving to Madam An's house and living there for a while, she found Duan Qingshan's familiar movements particularly strange.

Although he used to be a lazy street urchin, he is very strict with rules. He is more obedient and organized than those specially trained servants in wealthy families.

Duan Qingshan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

It is indeed strange to say, because he had never learned or done these kinds of serving work before.

But once he got in front of Jiang An Ning, it was as if some instructions were automatically triggered, and his hands and feet were faster than his brain, and he got everything done.

For example, at this moment, seeing Jiang Anning had finished washing her hands, he brought the tray of clean towels and handed it to people.

"What do you want to eat for breakfast?" Jiang Anning took the clean towel handed to her, wiped her hands, and asked casually, while the person had already walked towards the kitchen.

Duan Qingshan came back to his senses and quickly responded: "I cooked pumpkin and millet porridge."

"I also used cabbage, cut it into thin strips, added salt, vinegar, and chili oil, and made a refreshing salad."

After that, he hurriedly added, "The breakfast stand across the street should not be closed yet. Their tofu pudding and fried fruit are both very good."

"There's also a three-fresh bean curd shop next door, which has always had a good reputation."

He cautiously asked for people's opinions: "What do you think?"

"Just drink millet porridge."

Jiang Anning said something casually, and when he went to the kitchen, he took the bowl and chopsticks. Just when he was about to eat, a line of text suddenly flashed across the screen of the bragging and nonsense barrage, and then the whole screen was filled with [Don’t eat it! ! The porridge is poisonous! ! ]

Is there poison in the porridge?

Jiang Anning's hand, which was about to scoop up the porridge, suddenly stopped and looked at the pot. The bright yellow millet porridge, with a hint of sweet pumpkin, was particularly tempting.

Is this place... poisonous?
She looked at Duan Qingshan in surprise.

Duan Qingshan didn't understand what was going on and was at a loss: "What's wrong, Master?"

“Who made the porridge?”

Jiang Anning found it hard to believe that Duan Qingshan, who had always been respectful to her, would turn around and poison her.

Is there anything in this world that is worth her belief?
Why did he poison her?

"It was cooked by me..." Duan Qingshan didn't know why Jiang An Ning suddenly asked this. He walked forward and looked at the pot of bright yellow millet porridge. For a moment, he didn't know what was going on.

There wasn't any dirt in there.

Is it not delicious?
He frowned in confusion, reached out to take the rice spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and was about to put it into his mouth when Jiang Anning shouted, "Don't drink it! Put it down!"

Duan Qingshan was even more confused.

"Lord?"

He looked at the man in confusion, but stopped obediently.

Jiang Anning looked at the man for a while and felt that the confusion and puzzlement in his expression did not seem to be fake.

She raised her hand and took off a long-handled, thin hairpin that she had been wearing ever since she killed Sheng Yuewen.

It is said that silver needles can be used to test poison.

This hairpin is made of pure silver.

She filled a bowl of porridge, put one end of the hairpin into the bowl for a while, and then took it out again.

As expected, the top of the head turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Duan Qingshan was shocked!
He was not a fool, and he knew that wealthy families had the habit of testing for poison before eating.

The silver needle turned black... indicating that the porridge was poisonous. But this porridge was clearly cooked by him.

How could he possibly poison his master?

But facts speak louder than words... Duan Qingshan knelt down with a plop and opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but he had no idea what to say.

"Lord..."

He shouted dryly, full of fear and despair.

My Lord, you won't believe him, right?
But he really didn't know what was going on.

Jiang Anning wiped the silver hairpin clean and put it back into her hair.

She said calmly, "Get up, I believe it wasn't you who did it."

"Lord?"

Duan Qingshan looked at her in disbelief, lowered his head and said guiltily: "I can't believe myself."

Here, there are only two of them.

Out of nowhere, the whole pot of porridge was suddenly found to be poisonous.

But this porridge only passed through his hands.

The kitchen was so clean that there was not even a cockroach to be found.

If he wasn't the one who poisoned her, who else could it be?
Jiang Anning looked at his seriously stupid expression and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You are such a strange person."

"If an ordinary person encounters such a thing, they would probably not be able to deny their involvement, but you are the first to doubt yourself."

Jiang Anning laughed and teased him: "From a relationship perspective, you are now my farmhand, but you dared to poison and murder your master. This is an even greater crime."

"If I send you to the government office, you will not only be beaten with a stick, but at the very least, you will be exiled three thousand miles away."

Duan Qingshan said bitterly: "But I am the only one who has been in this kitchen. If it wasn't me who did it, who else could it be?"

He couldn't figure it out...

Why is there poison in the good porridge?

"So you want to poison me?"

Jiang Anning frowned and asked seriously.

"If I have such thoughts, I will be struck by lightning and die miserably!"

Duan Qingshan raised his hands, pointed to the sky, and cursed himself.

"Isn't that okay?"

Jiang Anning walked up to the man and reached out to pull him up: "I believe it wasn't you who did it."

Duan Qingshan was so moved that he almost cried.

"Master, wuwuwu, Master..." After he stood up, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

God knows how much he doubted his life just now.

But he still couldn't figure it out... "If it wasn't done by a slave, then who did it?"

He was sure that he was the only one who had entered and exited this kitchen.

Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop is neither big nor small, but the backyard is so small that you can see everything and you can see the end at a glance.

Even after he finished cooking, he would go back to Jiang Anning's door and wait for the servant to get up and wash.

But it's impossible that someone could sneak into the kitchen behind his back and poison the porridge pot without him noticing, right?

"Didn't you say that the burly man who came with those women yesterday ran away after he realized something was wrong?"

Jiang Anning said calmly: "Although one was caught later, he committed suicide by taking poison."

Nine times out of ten, it's those people.

"Yes."

Duan Qingshan said in a deep voice: "And the poison is very strong! Yesterday, the man's body was still fine. When it was sent to the government, there was nothing strange about it. But today..."

He paused for a moment, not sure whether he should say it or not.

"Ok?"

Jiang Anning didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected thing.

"I was planning to report to you after you had your meal."

"Someone from the government came not long ago and said that something strange had happened to the body of the assassin, and they wanted to ask someone in charge to come over."

Duan Qingshan looked serious.

Jiang Anning raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mutation?"

What's the change?
It can't be that he turned into a zombie like what was written in the storybook, right?
"Yes... the details are unknown for the time being."

Duan Qingshan: "However, I spent some money to arrange things and got some information."

Jiang Anning raised her eyebrows and looked at the person.

"The body seemed to have been corroded by something. When it was delivered, it was still very intact, with no obvious external injuries."

"This morning, when the old coroner from the government office went to perform an autopsy, he found that... the body was incomplete, as if it had been eaten by something."

"But... the old coroner searched the morgue and didn't find any living creature that might have eaten the corpse."

This is really strange.

Jiang Anning also found it strange, but was not too surprised.

Instead, she remembered very clearly in her mind that in the notes left by her mother, there was a record of a kind of insect called corpse-reincarnation.

Judging from the description, it seems to be similar to what Duan Qingshan said.

This kind of worm originally lived in the human body.

When a person is alive, this kind of worm is in a dormant state.

Only after a person dies will they wake up from their dormant state and begin to corrode and bite the body from the inside out.

Generally, the human internal organs are eaten clean first.

Then it will eat other flesh and blood.

And once this kind of insect wakes up and eats, it will die.

After death, the insects will turn into corrosive liquid and corrode the corpse.

The effect is somewhat similar to... the corpse powder she and Xie Lan used.

A Niang's notes also recorded that some people would use this kind of insect to torture others.

It is said that the larvae of this insect were implanted into the body of the prisoner.

The larvae will mistakenly think that a person is dead when he or she is in deep sleep.

It then travels through people's blood, making the tortured people unable to sleep and forcing them to get up and move around.

Can……

Why did she remember the records in her mother's notebook so clearly?

I thought of the details instantly.

Connect the matter with the records in the notebook.

Jiang Anning couldn't help but frown, feeling strange.

I always feel that something strange happened to her after the so-called barrage reset.

(End of this chapter)