soap official family

Chapter 83 Verification
"Master, go home and sleep!" Yue Wenqin was a little helpless.This one is really annoying.

"Work hard!" Qingqing smiled at him, pulled on the big clothes, and was startled. Why did Yue Wenqin come to put this on for herself?Didn’t you say that your father is here?Looking back at the small door of the accounting room, "What are they doing?"

"Your father is having dinner, and An An is introducing him to the fans you made. Your second aunt has gone home, and she is worried about Xiao Zi being alone at home."

"Oh! Thank you!" Qingqing smiled, lowered her head and walked to the accounting room.

"My boss, let me ask you, who did you learn from when you are so great?"

Qingqing turned her head to look at him, thought for a moment, and shook her head, "I'm not a big fan. I'm a little distracted most of the time, and then my reaction is a little slow!"

"Yes, go back quickly!" Yue Wenqin helped her open the back door of the accounting room.

The door opened, and Qingqing noticed that the people inside seemed to be moving. She stretched her head to take a look, and saw her father and Fat An An sitting at attention, looking fake.

"Grandpa, did you stay at the Yamen tonight?" Qingqing was too lazy to say anything, so she entered the room and said to her father who was smirking.

"He went home." Qiao Dayong said hurriedly and seriously.

"Then let's go home too?" Qingqing patted An An's little face.

"Okay." An An smiled.

"Actually, in order to have a wonderful child like you, I should get married too, right?" Qingqing kissed An'an heavily and said with a smile.

"It may be difficult. You may not be able to grow up like this after giving birth." The person behind him couldn't help but say.

"Dad, let's go." Qingqing took a deep breath and pulled An An out without looking back.

"My boss!" Yue Wenqin shouted from behind, but Qingqing walked faster.Quickly passing through the small door of the counter, Qiao Dayong stretched out his finger and tapped Yue Wenqin from afar, and hurriedly chased out.

Yue Wenqin shrugged his shoulders. He just wanted to tell them not to go through the main entrance.However, it seemed that they would not listen to him anymore. They followed him with their hands down. They wanted to talk to the shopkeeper again, but they found that Qingqing was blocked at the door.

"What's the matter?" Yue Wenqin hurriedly ran out and stood at the west door. He was wearing casual clothes, but still holding the broken sword in his hand.He hurriedly put Qingqing behind him and put An'an on his shoulder, "Sir Ximen, my boss has been busy in the store all day, and she is freezing."

"Yes, Mr. Ximen, Qingqing is tired. I will send him back to the Yamen." Qiao Dayong said hurriedly.

Qingqing nodded to them, clasped her hands and walked home with her head lowered.

"Qingqing, Master Tie's case has been handed over to Dali Temple. The last person who argued with Master Tie was my uncle!" Ximen Kai ducked to Qingqing's side.

"You know it's impossible." Qingqing raised her head and looked at Ximenkai coldly.

"But there is a suspicion. It will be impossible for my uncle to return to the Yamen in the future. What will happen to the Qiao family's reputation?" Ximen Kai looked at Qing Qing seriously.

"You know you can't solve this case!" Qingqing lowered her head and thought for a moment before raising her head.

"I just want to ask you to take a look, just take a look." Ximenkai took her arm.

"After such a long time, many things can no longer be seen." Qingqing looked up at the sky again, "It's getting dark too!"

"I won't be able to see it tomorrow." Ximen Kai sighed. "Let's go!" Qingqing sighed, made a gesture of please, put her hands in her sleeves, lowered her head, and followed behind.

An An hurriedly patted Yue Wenqin to ask him to follow.

"Are we going? It's so cold and bloody outside..."

"Hurry up!" An An said hurriedly, treating him like a horse, and almost said "drive".

The place where Mr. Tie was assassinated was not far from the restaurant. After all, Kaifeng Prefecture is a city where everything is cut horizontally and vertically. To enter the palace, you have to take the central axis, and their restaurant is on East Street, away from the Middle Street. Not far.

Along the way, Qingqing kept her head down, but was finally pulled by Ximenkai and a lantern was carried over.There are several blood shoe prints on the ground.

Qingqing pursed her lips, took the lantern herself, and squatted down to stare at the footprints.

"Do you want to collect evidence?" An An came over and slowly squatted beside her.

"No!" Qingqing got ready, but after squatting for a long time, she staggered, but was supported by someone. Qingqing thought it was Ximen Kai, because he had been standing next to her, so she lowered her head and pushed him away.But her arm was patted, and a pair of big hands held her up.

Qingqing turned her head and saw that it was Yue Wenqin. She looked around, "Where's my dad?"

"The boss's father is over there." Yue Wenqin stomped his feet, but still supported her, "I saw before, there are bloody footprints everywhere, you can't finish collecting them."

"What do you know as a cook?" Ximen Kai frowned as he prepared.

"That's right, I'm just a cook, you take care of me!" Yue Wenqin gave him a roll of his eyes, lowered himself down and let Qingqing support him, "Master, please slow down, it's getting cold, be careful if you get cold."

"Can you find the place where they were hiding before?" Qingqing stood firm, retracted her hand, and looked at Ximen Kai.

"It's all been destroyed." Ximen shook his head, pointing to the bloody footprints on the ground, "Aren't these okay? So clear!"

"These are not the shoe prints of the bearers. You see, except for the size, these shoe prints are the same, and the steps are also the same. They are used to it, so they have a tacit understanding when they escape." Qingqing Hold the lamp to the string of footprints on the ground.

"Then you still squatted and watched for so long?" Yue Wenqin stared at her.

"I'm looking at others. They are running away. The bloody footprints are so clear. It means the person has been dead for a long time. The ground is full of blood. They are running away from the shock. The footprints are very solid. They are not hiding from the murderer, but fleeing the scene. So. You can go find these bearers, they should have seen the murderer, at least they can know the number and size of the murderer." Qingqing walked slowly towards the center of the murder with a lantern, and finally arrived near a large pool of blood.

Qingqing squatted down again on the edge of the blood stain. She handed the lantern to Yue Wenqin and carefully lay on the ground. Finally, she stopped.

Needless to say, Yue Wenqin carefully adjusted the angle of the light. Qingqing raised his hand, and Yue Wenqin stopped.

Qingqing carefully removed the hairpin from her head and gently drew a frame on the ground.

Avoiding the frame, she continued to kneel on the ground and crawl around the blood stains. People around her were stunned, but An An looked at the Qingqing frame one by one.

Finally, Qingqing drew twelve frames and this time she reached out to Yue Wenqin.This time Yue Wenqin carefully avoided the blood stains and the area of ​​her painting frame. This time he squatted down. This time he let her arm rest on his shoulders. He knew very well that she had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, and it was already night. It was cold and the mud was frozen solid. She was wearing quite a lot of clothes, but kneeling like this outside, she could reach out to herself, indicating that she really couldn't stand up anymore.

　By the way, when we entered the hut on the first day, a fellow traveler asked me what was my first thought?I said, we got off the plane and took a two-hour car ride. We rode for more than an hour through snow, climbed pears, passed through a frozen road and a large river, and entered a wooden house in the primeval forest of a peninsula. Fifteen people, plus a young girl, came from all over the world. There is no external communication channel except WIFI, and even the electricity is generated by diesel. This is the rhythm of "No Survival"!
　　
　
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