Forensic drug concubine

Chapter 274
"How about this, if Mr. Zhao comes back, please tell him something for me, and say that Mu Qingwan has something important to ask him, which is related to this case." Mu Qingwan said.

The yamen servant nodded: "Miss Mu San, don't worry, I will report to your lord."

"It's work."

Leaving from the gate of the government office, Mu Qingwan's heart was still hanging high. She had thought of some clues and wanted to examine the corpse, but now that Zhao Zhong is not here, she has no way to get close to the corpse. If she waits until tomorrow morning If so, I don't know if something went wrong.

"Let's go back to the mansion first." Mu Qingwan sighed, got into the carriage, Mo Zhuang also followed, and said to the driver of the carriage: "Let's go, go back to the mansion."

Because of the darkness, neither of them noticed that the coachman kept his head down, not like when he came just now.

The carriage left the gate of the government office and drove steadily and fast along the way. Mu Qingwan sat in the carriage and thought about the whole story of the case. Chen Zili's case was considered to be over, but there were still some strange things that had not been clarified. There is still no clue about the case of the corpse, and with the fact that Lingniang and the yamen servant were poisoned, Mu Qingwan felt as if a layer of fog was covering her front, preventing her from seeing the road ahead clearly.

It seems that there is something vaguely there, but I can't grasp it no matter what.

"Miss, don't worry. When Mr. Zhao comes back tomorrow, we will continue to investigate. We will definitely find the murderer who poisoned him. Besides, isn't there a son?" Mo Zhuang comforted him.

Mu Qingwan hummed, but the stone on her heart was still dull.

Mo Zhuang cut half of the wick of the wall lamp in the carriage, and in an instant, the carriage became bright again.

When Mo Zhuang was sitting down and was about to pour some tea for Mu Qingwan, he glanced at a white veil under the seat and said, "Miss, your veil fell off."

As she spoke, she bent over to pick it up and handed it to Mu Qingwan, saying, "Miss's handkerchief."

Mu Qingwan snorted, took it over, glanced at the ink-colored handwriting inside, and raised her eyebrows in surprise, when did she write on her veil, she shook it off, only to see two lines of poetry neatly written on it !
"Relax your bones in the wind, and show your red lips in the snow."

These two poems... seem to have been seen somewhere.

"Miss, isn't this the handkerchief you brought back from the Gong residence last time? Why is it here?" Mo Zhuang asked in surprise.

It was only then that Mu Qingwan realized that she had indeed brought a sachet with her when she came back from Gong's Mansion last time, and after taking a look at it, she put it aside and didn't pay much attention to it. She handed the handkerchief to Mo Zhuang and said: " I guess I forgot to put it on some clothes, and I accidentally brought it out when I came out today."

Mo Zhuang smiled slightly when he heard the words, then took a look at the handkerchief, and said: "Miss is really careless. All the boudoir ladies in the capital are flocking to the Gong family, but only the young lady is dismissive, even the old lady Gong You don't really care about the sachet you gave me, if... Hey, miss, these two poems are also about flowers." When Mo Zhuang saw the above poems, his words were somewhat surprised.

Hearing this, Mu Qingwan looked down, her eyes froze slightly, and Mo Zhuang said from the side: "Recently, I really can't be separated from flowers. Those who died wore veils with poems describing flowers, miss Also..." Saying that, Mo Zhuang's face suddenly changed.

Mu Qingwan's complexion also sank.

The handkerchiefs on the three women's bodies had flower notes, and they were all in this seven-character format.

"Miss..." Mo Zhuang's voice was a bit dignified, and the handkerchief in his hand was slightly clenched.

With a sullen face, Mu Qingwan glanced at Mo Zhuang, then lifted the curtain and looked outside. Sure enough, the road she was taking now was not the way back to Mu's residence at all.

Because it was dark outside, and the two of them were only talking and thinking about things just now, no one cared, because it was the coachman who was brought out from Mu's house, the vigilance of the two of them was also lowered a bit, who would have thought that this coachman would actually Something went wrong.

"Miss Mu San is really too smart. It's not good for a woman to be too smart." A man's voice came from outside the carriage, and there was a bit of evil in the tone. It was the driver who was driving.

The speed of the carriage did not slow down at all. The conversation between the two of them in the carriage just now, obviously, the man driving the carriage outside heard every word.

With a sullen face, Mu Qingwan said in a cold voice, "Where is my coachman?" This person is not the coachman just now. When he came out, the coachman's voice was not like this.

"Ha, you don't need to keep the useless person, but Miss Mu, don't worry, you will see him again soon." The man said evilly.

Mo Zhuang's face was tense, and he was trying to get lucky against the man driving the carriage outside, intending to slow down the speed of the carriage, but before she could make a move, he found that his body had become limp, unable to lift his strength up.

Not only Mo Zhuang, Mu Qingwan also noticed something strange about her body.

The man said even more proudly: "Miss Mu San, it's better not to do any more useless struggles. The more you and your maid struggle, the faster your strength will be consumed, and the pain will become more and more uncomfortable."

With a sullen face, Mu Qingwan asked in a cold voice: "I'm very curious about one thing. You took out the blood and brains from those women. What is the purpose?"

As soon as her words fell, the carriage also stopped, Mu Qingwan and Mo Zhuang's bodies swayed, and they leaned against the wall of the carriage reluctantly.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and the object of entry was a man's face, with red phoenix eyes, carrying an indescribable evil spirit.

"Ms. Mu San is really different from other women. It really opened my eyes. But don't worry, Miss San. You will know soon." After he finished speaking, he jumped out of the carriage. At this time, two people Come over, drag Mu Qingwan and Mo Zhuang off the carriage, and escort them into the courtyard where the carriage stops.

As soon as she entered the gate, she smelled a strong fragrance, and Mu Qingwan felt as if she was in a sea of ​​flowers, making her dizzy.

Mu Qingwan and Mo Zhuang were pushed into a room, their whole bodies were limp, and now they were given a chance to escape, but they had no strength left, their bones seemed to be brittle, and they struggled to walk, how could they escape.

"Miss, what should we do next?" Mo Zhuang was a little worried. When she thought that Mu Qingwan would have an accident, and that she followed her personally, causing Mu Qingwan to fall into such a predicament, Mo Zhuang's heart was full self-blame and remorse.

"Miss, I'm sorry, it's all ink makeup, it's useless, it puts the lady in danger, it's all ink..."

(End of this chapter)