Last night, the entire electrical system of Wu Garden experienced an inexplicable problem that caused a blackout. The surveillance camera in the backyard also mysteriously stopped working.
It all seems to be interconnected.
He checked the surveillance. Wen Xiao’ai was sitting on the new swing chair in the backyard at nine o’clock last night. After the blackout, she disappeared, and later, the third young master asked him if he had seen any sign of Wen Xiao’ai.
So, it’s obvious that Wen Xiao’ai left Wu Garden first, and the third young master followed after her.
So the other party was targeting Wen Xiao’ai?
This bizarre incident made Qing Yi think again about the crow that vanished into black smoke before...
"..." Wen Xiao’ai held Jun Moyan’s hand, squatting there, her head lowered, silent.
Because she just couldn’t think of a reasonable lie to keep them at bay.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai silent, Qing Yi felt even more certain that there was something fishy. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the noveⅼfire.net
"Drunkard, can you tell what hurt the third young master?" Qing Yi was ready to get to the bottom of it.
"Hmm... if I say it was caused by fingernails, would you believe it?" The drunkard was treating Jun Moyan’s wounds and looked up at Qing Yi, who was both angry and at a loss because of Wen Xiao’ai.
He thought Qing Yi looked quite adorable like that.
The people present were taken aback. Shangguan Yu, somewhat puzzled, asked, "Fingernails? Do you mean a weapon shaped like fingernails, or..."
He had heard of several professional assassins who specially crafted "a hand," because such a weapon is highly lethal, convenient, and very flexible.
"No, actual fingernails, human fingernails." The drunkard said, lifting his own hand to show them.
For some reason, hearing the drunkard say it was human fingernails sent a chill down their spines.
"Are you serious or joking?" Qing Yi frowned, his expression complex, obviously somewhat shocked.
"Do you think I’m joking or telling the truth?" The smile on the drunkard’s face left them unsure whether to believe him or not.
"Fingernails, corpse poison... no, no, it can’t be a zombie, right." Bai Yi’s mind flashed with inspiration, the word "zombie" popped up in his mind.
As he spoke, he couldn’t help swallowing, instinctively shrinking closer to Qing Yi.
"Zom-zombie? What nonsense, have you watched too many movies?" Shangguan Yu couldn’t help but ridicule, then looked at Wen Xiao’ai: "Sister-in-law, is the drunkard telling the truth? Did someone really use fingernails to stab Jun Moyan?"
If it was just a scratch from a fingernail, it wouldn’t be much, but this actually created five bloody holes, and the wounds were seven or eight centimeters deep,
This... this must be a ghost, right?!
Wen Xiao’ai, helpless, responded with a nod.
"Zombie, it must be a zombie," Bai Yi looked terrified upon hearing Wen Xiao’ai’s confirmation, pointing at the wounds on Jun Moyan’s back and repeatedly saying zombie.
"Long fingernails make a zombie? Don’t be so startled; there’s a lot in this world you’ve never seen or even imagined. There are plenty of cold cases at the police station, isn’t Jun Wuyang one of them?" The drunkard laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
"This little girl is also injured, probably scared too, surely still frightened in her heart, and she hasn’t rested for two days and nights. Her mental state is very poor. If she doesn’t want to talk, don’t force her. When Jun Moyan wakes up, you can ask him directly."
The drunkard looked at Wen Xiao’ai, whose face was not very good, and then spoke to Qing Yi.
Qing Yi also realized he might have been too agitated, but he was too worried about Jun Moyan and wanted to find out what exactly happened.