The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 21 Could it be a ghost?

Qing Moyan looked down at Ru Xiaonan standing on the table, her black and white pupils were like a frozen lake, without any expression.

"It's just three things, I don't want to say it again, come here." He ordered.

Ru Xiaonan bit the bullet and let go of the doll under her feet.

The wooden doll drooped its head, and the face carved from white jade had a stiff expression.

"You brought this doll here?" Qing Moyan asked.

"Chirp!" For no reason, Ru Xiaonan panicked.

She felt a little confused, and regretted that she shouldn't have come here alone just now, and now even if she had a mouth, she couldn't explain it clearly, because no one would believe that everything here was caused by that wooden doll.

"Shaoqing, the dossier has been destroyed, and we can't explain it to Mr. Zhengqing when Mr. Zhengqing came back." The night watchman said urgently.

Qing Moyan ignored them, and glanced coldly at the scattered files on the ground.

"Did you do it?" He looked at Ru Xiaonan.

Ru Xiaonan shook her head vigorously.

"Since it said it wasn't it, then it didn't do it." Qing Moyan stepped forward to hug her up.

"Shaoqing...this..." The night watchman looked puzzled.

They are also responsible for Lord Zhengqing's study being made like this, but the culprit was taken away by Qing Moyan.

Ru Xiaonan placed her front paws on Qing Moyan's shoulders, and looked at Qing Moyan's face in disbelief.

Did he believe in himself so much?The study was in such a mess, she was the only living creature, no one would believe that all of this had nothing to do with her.

"Haw..." Sure enough, the legendary master-servant relationship still exists.

She took the initiative to rub his chin with her head.

This move of hers was all seen by Qing Moyan.

The little thing is grateful for his trust, that's good.

Although the time they spent together was short, he believed that this spiritual beaver would never do such a thing for no reason.

After returning to his study, he immediately sent someone to find Mr. Botang, the master of Dali Temple, and ordered him to check the damage of the files in Zhengqing's study.

Mr. Tang rushed over with a yawn, and did not count all the files in Zhengqing's study until dawn.

"The files are all there, and four of them are seriously damaged, but it's not a big problem. There is Mr. Gu, who is the recorder, and he is the best at imitating other people's handwriting. Just copy another copy." Mr. Tang replied.

Qing Moyan kept staring at the table, where the wooden doll was lying.

"Mr. Tang, I remember that this doll was placed in a temporary warehouse last night."

"Yes..." Mr. Tang was stunned, because he wanted to find the missing Jifu, so this doll was stored in the warehouse as evidence, and he sent it there with Xuanyu at that time.

"How did it get into Master Zhengqing's study?" Qing Moyan frowned.

Mr. Tang obviously had no way to answer this question, "I have checked the warehouse, and no one entered without authorization last night, and the keys are all there... But according to the night watchmen, they saw the beaver of your lord appearing in the study. ..."

Qing Moyan sneered: "Do you think it stole the doll?"

How capable is a beaver to steal from the warehouse of Dali Temple?

Mr. Tang was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, the warehouse of Dali Temple is by no means an ordinary place, and it is impossible to enter without a key.

"The night duty personnel in the warehouse were all there last night, and no one noticed anything unusual." Mr. Tang said helplessly, "It must be a ghost, right?"

(End of this chapter)