Married a proud husband after farming

Chapter 1728
There are many guards in the villa, but the murderer still took advantage of the loopholes. Zhao Zhuangzhu's face is even uglier than Mu Qinghan.

Mu Qinghan stepped forward, sniffed Tan Hualin's breath, and sure enough, he was still angry, and said: "The man is still alive, put him down quickly."

The accompanying arrester quickly untied the rope, put the man down, and laid him flat on the ground.

Rong Jiu probed his hand and took the pulse on his wrist. The pulse was stable and there was no serious problem.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and there seemed to be other scents mixed in the alcohol smell.

"Mandala?" Rong Jiu frowned.

Mu Qinghan turned his head sideways, looked at her and asked, "What mandala?"

"Someone dropped a mandala in his drink."

As Rong Jiu spoke, he pulled open his slightly open skirt, and saw a very glamorous mandala drawn on his heart.

Mu Qinghan frowned and said, "The murderer used a mandala to stun him, but only drew a mandala on his heart. What does the murderer want to do?"

Rong Jiu's eyes were slightly cold: "If he doesn't die, someone must have died for him."

"Ah?" Mu Qinghan was stunned.

Rong Jiu ordered the arresters to hurry up and said, "Go and bring a bucket of water to wake him up."

"Yes."

The policeman took the water and splashed it towards Hualin. Hualin woke up in a jerk, and suddenly saw many people surrounding him, and said blankly: "I, why am I here?"

Rong Jiu asked, "Where were you before?"

When Hualin saw Rong Jiu, she was a little dumbfounded. Just as she was about to say the word "princess", Rong Jiu winked at him. Hualin saw her standing with Mu Qinghan and came to her senses. She came to handle the case and didn't want people to know her identity.

Hualin wiped away the water stains on her face: "Drink at Qionghua Terrace."

Mu Qinghan said: "It's late at night, why don't you rest in the house and go to Qionghua Terrace, what wine are you drinking?"

"People look at the moonlight so well, it's just a whim."

"What happened next?"

"I don't know, the wine in the villa is soft and weak, but I only drank half a jar of wine, and I was a little drunk and dazed. I saw a handsome young man coming."

"Did you see his face clearly?"

"He's all drunk, how can he see his face clearly?"

If he guessed correctly, the handsome young man Hua Lin saw was the murderer.

Rong Jiu and Mu Qinghan looked at each other: "Go to Qionghua Terrace."

A group of people went to Qionghua Terrace, Rong Jiu deliberately lagged behind a few steps, and walked side by side with Shen Cheng.

After everyone had gone far away, Rong Jiu lowered his voice and said to Shen Cheng, "The murderer is among those people."

While speaking, he looked at the group of people in front of him.

Hua Lin was in a coma, and the scream was the murderer's deliberate cry to attract everyone over.

The night was dark, and in the garden, only a few lamp sockets were lit. Everyone was shocked to see Hualin being hung on the tree, and they were all shocked. How could they find the murderer hiding in the dark.

Taking advantage of the panic among the crowd, the murderer came out quietly, and then blended into the crowd without anyone noticing.

Shen Cheng's eyes were not filled with turmoil, but there was a hint of deepness: "The murderer is so suspicious, what does Ah Jiu think his intention is?"

Rong Jiu shook his head, and when he was about to speak, he had already arrived at Qionghua Terrace, and a strong smell of blood came over his face.

Rong Jiu frowned subconsciously, and looked at the shocked people.

On the Qionghua Terrace, a woman was lying in a pool of blood, with a happy smile on her face, a mandala flower on her temples, blood gurgling on her chest, and her chest was empty.

She held the dagger in one hand and her heart in the other.

(End of this chapter)