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Chapter 300 Who is the one who killed her?

The moment she saw the headline, Shu Yi's pupils shrank fiercely, and the chill that poured in from the window penetrated into her limbs and bones in an instant.

The sender is Mu Xicheng.

Her hand holding the mouse suddenly became stiff, and the fingers that were about to press the mouse trembled unconsciously.

He just confessed to himself yesterday that he has been investigating this matter. How long has it been since then? Has there been a result yet?
People always resist unconsciously when faced with things that make them sad.

This is the instinct of human beings to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Just like she is now, the truth is in front of her eyes, but she dare not reveal its true face.

Shu Yi let out a sigh of relief, and after a while, clicked on the email.

The title of the email is all in English. After clicking in, there is no text content.

Only the only accessory.

Open the attachment, and a picture comes into view!
There is no human face in the photo, only four hands falling on the ground.

The most eye-catching thing is that the surroundings of those four hands are full of thick dark red blood, mottled and rough like coral, stretching to the white arms, splashing a frightening red.

In this scene, it seemed that the person who fell on the ground was lifeless, and his whole body was bloody and depressed.

Shu Yi's hand holding the mouse became tighter and tighter, her knuckles turned white.

She suppressed the churning thoughts in her heart and swiped the mouse to zoom in on the picture.

Only then did he notice the ring on a certain slender finger.

It was her parents' wedding ring!

So this hand is...her mother's?
Shu Yi gasped, the muscles in the corners of her eyes twitched unconsciously, and her right eyelid throbbed more and more violently.

The blood on the ground seemed to be dyeing the originally clean floor red. With this amount of blood loss, the person who fell to the ground is very likely...

Will die in hell.

Thinking of this, Shu Yi's heart sank continuously.

How do drowned people leave so much blood?

So... Her mother didn't fall into the waterfall and drown when she went up the mountain to pray for blessings?

The large red bloodstain in front of her eyes seemed to lead her deep into it, the comfortable focus gradually collapsed, and the vision in front of her eyes became more and more blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, her throat rolled, and she reached for the cell phone knocked aside.

Make a phone call and go out--

After a few rings from the receiver, the call was connected.

The voice that she spoke was hoarse that she couldn't even think of: "Who sent you this photo?"

……

After more than 40 minutes, Shu Yi drove to the old apartment.

Go up to the seventh floor and come to the door of Mu Xicheng's house.

With a "squeak", the door was opened.

The moment their eyes met, their eyes were no longer as pure as before.

Mu Xicheng led Shu Yi into the living room to sit down, and poured another cup of roselle tea for her.

She looked at the cup of rose-red tea in front of her, her cold expression remained motionless.

It's just that the sight in front of him seems to be continuously enlarged, and the dazzling bright red in the photo just now flooded into his mind again.

Shu Yi suddenly looked away from the teacup, and landed on the armrest of the sofa beside her.

Mu Xicheng noticed that her hands hanging on the sofa turned white, and her expression moved slightly.

"Scared?" The man's voice was gentle and deep, and after a moment's pause, he sighed softly, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have sent you the photo like this."

Shu Yi raised her chin slightly, and her tightly pressed red lips parted a little.

"If you don't tell me, how long will I be a fool?"

"You saw it, and you should recognize who the two people who fell down in the photo are."

She didn't have to think about it at all, the content of that photo was completely in her mind.

In addition to the hand of a woman wearing a wedding ring, there is also the hand of a man wearing a Patek Philippe.

That pure black watch is also impressive.

Although she was only four years old at the time, she already had a certain aesthetic understanding of these delicate objects.

The owner of that watch... is Mu Xicheng's adoptive father.

"My mother and... your father?"

Mu Xicheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "I thought you wouldn't recognize it."

"Although I don't have a face, I have memories since I was four years old. Uncle Sheng has always been very kind to me. I noticed that watch when he was sharpening my pencil."

After a moment of silence, Shu Yi asked again: "The original of this email should not be you?"

Mu Xicheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "How do you know?"

"I see that the title of the subject email is still in English, and the original sender should be a Westerner, so no Chinese is used."

"This email was indeed sent to me from abroad."

The comfortable bean paste-colored lips were lightly pursed, and countless possibilities flashed through her mind.

What happened back then is a long time ago, not to mention that Shu Yuan's status back then was not as good as it is now, and he was barely considered a promising young man with a successful career.

But compared with the current status of the top merchants in the imperial capital, it still pales in comparison.

Although the description of "Mrs. Shu's early death" in news reports is also a superficial sigh.

No one went to find out when and where she died.

Except for the Shu family, it is estimated that no one will delve into this issue again.

So the source of this picture is even more confusing.

She couldn't figure it out, so she had to ask in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

　Four updates, successfully updated to more than 40!What to do?The class is full tomorrow...I really cried to death!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)