Li Qiao closed the file and looked at the police officer across from her, without betraying any emotion, "Is every detail of the case included here?"
The person on the other side carefully glanced at Shang Yu, "Yes, this case has been too long, and the criminal police squad that was in charge of the case has been transferred. We don’t know any more details than what’s here."
This police officer was just over thirty, he had heard bits and pieces about this old case, but most of it was hearsay.
Li Qiao thanked him and stood up to return to Shang Yu’s side, "Let’s go."
The man hooked his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close, gave Luoyu a meaningful look, and then led Li Qiao out of the archives room first.
Back in the car, Li Qiao’s expression was very calm, neither sad nor joyful, without even a ripple of emotion.
Shang Yu picked up her hand and gently kneaded it, silently waiting for her to sort through her thoughts.
After a while, Li Qiao came back to her senses, feeling the warmth at her fingertips, and said with a lifted lip, "The whole Mu Family, nearly a hundred people, were massacred in one night, and there is not even an autopsy report. Isn’t that too strange?"
This did not include the servants and confidants at the old residence of the Mu Family. According to the description in the file, not a single person from the Mu Family survived.
The degree of brutality was enough to shock the international community, but the file was only a meager ten pages thick.
The number one Blue-blooded Nobility got wiped out so thoroughly that even now, it’s hard to find any traces or clues.
Other than the joint efforts of many families, there must have been even higher powers involved.
At that moment, Shang Yu uncrossed his legs, released Li Qiao’s hand, and took out a bottle of water from the car’s refrigerator to unscrew and hand to her, "If you want to investigate the truth, it might be better to start with the Mu Family’s longtime allied families."
Li Qiao took the mineral water, and the cool bottle made her thoughts even clearer, "Do you think it’s necessary to keep investigating?"
As she spoke, she looked at Shang Yu, her eyes calm but also carrying a hint of indecision.
By now, she was almost certainly a member of the Mu Family.
And those who knew the truth were very few and far between.
As for Shang Zonghai, he still didn’t want to reveal the truth, clearly waiting for her decision.
If she chose to acknowledge her identity, everything would naturally fall into place.
If she insisted she was Li Qiao, then the Parma Mu Family would have nothing to do with her.
Shang Yu lifted her hand to his lips for a light peck, his thin lips slightly parted as he said profoundly, "It’s up to you. Investigate if you want, or let it go if you don’t want to."
That remark had already clarified his stance.
Li Qiao turned to meet the man’s gaze and smiled, "What does Father Shang think?"
"It’s not important," Shang Yu answered gravely.
Li Qiao’s lips curved in an ambiguous manner, "Let me think about it..."
Shang Yu agreed, and the subject was dropped by both parties.
Perhaps because they knew each other so well, even without Li Qiao’s knowledge, the various forces of the Secret Hall were still closely investigating the bloody carnage that happened over twenty years ago.
While Li Qiao hadn’t yet decided, that afternoon she received a phone call from Faliang.
Song Lao Liu’s methodical voice rang in her ear, "Kid, Mo Jue’s identity has been finalized."
Basking in the sunlight on the garden bench, Li Qiao lounged lazily against the curved back of the chair, asking languidly, "Hmm, what’s the word on the international front?"
"The noise has died down. I’ve announced through the Criminal Police Organization that Mo Jue has been brought in. Various major museums have also sent letters of thanks. From now on, as long as she doesn’t commit any more crimes, the name Mo Jue will disappear internationally."
Song Lao Liu paused for a few seconds, then asked with a muffled voice, "Do you know Mo Jue’s real gender?"