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Chapter 897 Extraordinary Story: Heavenly Forbidden Lock 2
Gu Qingyun frowned like dry bark, looked at the words carefully, and said: "This is indeed Brother Ge's handwriting."

"From this point of view, Second Brother Ge really committed suicide. Otherwise, with Second Brother's skill, he would never have been killed invisible. But, what can Second Brother do to feel sorry for Eldest Brother and insist on apologizing with death?" Gu Qingyun's third brother, Gongsun Yun.

Everyone was speechless.

Tired Chen frowned slightly, looking around, there were many fallen leaves on the ground.

Gu Qingyun said: "Put Brother Ge's body in the ice garden first, and wait for some time to burrow into the ground for safety."

Although Gu Qingyun and others unanimously confirmed that the suicide note was written by Ge Yun, Juanchen always felt a little weird.

After dinner, Gu Qingyun said: "How is Madam's condition today?"

A maidservant said: "To the owner, Xie Zi went to deliver ginseng soup to his wife and has not returned yet." Gu Qingyun frowned slightly, and said, "Why haven't you returned yet?" At that time, Sister Ning came in and said: " Owner, why didn't you send ginseng soup to Madam today?" Gu Qingyun was stunned, and said: "Xiezi has gone!" The previous maid hurriedly said: "It has indeed been gone for half an hour."

It's only a short time to go to Meiyuan here, why hasn't it been delivered in half an hour?Gu Qingyun personally led the crowd to search for the plum garden, but he couldn't find any trace of the scorpion until he reached the plum garden, so he had to give up.

As the sky was getting brighter, Gu Qingyun had asked the farmer to search for the whereabouts of the scorpion. From Zhifeng throwing himself into the well for no reason, to Ge Yun's strange suicide, there seemed to be a pair of invisible hands controlling the whole situation.

Tired Chen came to Zhifeng's boudoir, after thinking for a long time, he decided to start from here.After Zhifeng's body disappeared, no one was guarding the place anymore. Juanchen opened the door, only to see a woman holding a snow-white gauze, sobbing with her head bowed.

When the woman saw Tired Chen come in, she got up quickly, wiped away her tears, and said, "Mr. Chen." But seeing her tearful, she was very sad.Tired Chen knew that this person was Zhifeng's maid named Hongyi.

Tired Chen's eyes fell on the snow-white dress, and asked, "What is this?"

"This is Miss's birthday last year. The owner specially invited a famous craftsman from Hangzhou to tailor-made clothes for Miss. The clothes are made of high-quality silk thread and are as light as a cicada's wing. There are two pieces in total. On the day I just passed away, I gave them She wore one, and I kept this one so that I can take it out and have a look when I miss her in the future." As she spoke, the red dress was already choked with sobs.

Tired Chen caressed that piece of clothing lightly, and Zhifeng's gentle and beautiful figure reappeared in front of his eyes, but she was as beautiful as a flower, but she was separated from the clouds.Sighing slightly, Tired Chen said: "A few days before Zhifeng committed suicide, did he behave abnormally?" Hongyi shook his head and said, "Not really."

The wind blew through the curtains, carrying a faint fragrance.

Scorpion's body was found under the cliff, but her clothes were disheveled, her eyes were wide open, and her originally delicate face looked particularly ferocious due to extreme terror.Gu Qingyun was very furious. Scorpion was thrown off the cliff after being insulted in Qingyun Villa. This was a provocation to him and the entire Qingyun Villa.

Tired Chen said: "Could it be the coffin demon?" If it is true, Ge Yun's death will become mysterious. Could it be that his death is related to the coffin demon?
Ge Yun's wife passed away three years ago, and since then he has lived alone with no children.

When Tired Chen entered his room, he felt a peculiar smell, like the fragrance of flowers and sandalwood.Gu Qingyun said: "Brother Ge usually likes to light a stick of sandalwood." Juan Chen rubbed his nose and said, "It seems that it's not all the smell of sandalwood, there seems to be some other smell in it."

(End of this chapter)