The God of Quick Transmigration is spoiled by me

Chapter 357 Your Majesty, Your Mask Has Been Lost 9
The two soon arrived at the place where the flower picker committed his first crime - a small village on the south side of the city.

This small village has probably been around for some time, it looks very dilapidated, and there are dilapidated buildings everywhere.The land has also been abandoned for a long time, overgrown with weeds, and no one cultivates it.

They picked one of the people sent by the county magistrate to lead the way.After making seven turns and eight turns along the way, it finally stopped in front of a thatched cottage.

Arrived.

In fact, the society is still relatively stable now, except for some minor problems occasionally, the others are harmless.The lives of the common people have also improved a lot, and they generally live in tile-roofed houses.

And the first victim, Ms. Li, lives in this thatched house in front of me, which is enough to show how poor this family is!
Mo Zehua paused when he stepped into the room, and suddenly wanted to take his foot back.This family is too shabby... It looks dilapidated, and the inside is probably dirty...

Mo Qing, who was behind, walked past him without changing his expression, and walked in, not slow or hasty.It seemed that what he had entered was not a dilapidated thatched cottage, but the palace hall.

Seeing this, Mo Zehua hesitated for a moment, and went in too.

The thatched hut was empty, and it was not appropriate to describe it as a house with bare walls. After all, there were no walls here, only stacks of hay.

no one is there...

Mo Qing was dressed in white, and his handsome appearance was almost suffocating.The aura all over his body gave people a feeling of a breeze blowing on his face, as if he had been exiled from the world.He stood in the thatched hut at first glance, full of disobedience.

Looking at his back, Mo Zehua was also taken aback suddenly.

The fourth brother is obviously excellent and perfect in every aspect, but he never fights or grabs at any time.Even if his father had been alienated from him since he was a child, it still couldn't change the fact that the fourth brother was very good.

Moreover, he still treats everyone with gentleness...

Mo Zehua's mood was a little complicated.

All I saw was that Mo Qing looked around in the small room, and found no useful clues except for a lot of dust. It seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

Mo Zehua suddenly remembered that in the records of the yamen, it was clearly mentioned that there was a farmer named Li, who was Miss Li's father, and had reported to the yamen.

So, where did this farmer Li go?
Mo Zehua walked out of the thatched hut and found a dry well not far away. There was nothing in it, no corpses, and no water.

Miss Li must have jumped into this well.

He still seems to be able to see the scene of Miss Li throwing herself into a well. She is full of sorrow, but there is nothing she can do.

Mo Qing turned around and came out, just in time to see Mo Zehua's sad face.Mo Zehua looked at him, and Mo Qing shook his head.

Unfortunately, there are really no clues left here.

Mo Zehua turned around, and ordered a few attendants sent by the magistrate: "You stay here first, don't move."

Although it has been so long that it is unlikely that the flower picker will come back again, it is impossible not to make preparations.

This small village was probably taken advantage of by flower pickers because it was too poor.

Several people sent by the yamen obeyed the order and stood guard here.

"Let's go to Song Mansion to have a look." Mo Zehua suggested in Mo Qing's direction.

Mo Qing nodded. Before leaving, she turned her head to look at the thatched cottage. Her white hands were hidden in her wide sleeves, holding a small piece of dark cloth.

(End of this chapter)