Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Mr. Song waved his hand and asked people to take the servants down.

When only their grandfather and grandson were left in the study, Mr. Song's anger was undisguised.

"Check, we must get to the bottom of it! You dare to do these little tricks on my head, Song Mingxuan, I'm really tired of living!"

Feeling the overwhelming anger of Mr. Song, Song Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

Grandpa may hate Lin Jingqing very much and wish that Lin Jingqing was really poisoned to death, but he will never tolerate someone provoking the dignity of the Song family in this way.

Song Jing reported the situation he found to Mr. Song.

"I also suspected that there was something wrong with these servants before, but I have checked everyone's whereabouts in the past half month and the surrounding surveillance, and found no problems."

"Yes, I know that." Mr. Song nodded: "I have reviewed them all again when I came back in the afternoon."

Song Jing nodded, completely dispelling his doubts about these people.

He knew the old man's interrogation methods, and no ordinary person could withstand the old man's methods.

However, when talking about the surveillance around him, Song Jing also felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

In order to hide all traces that Lin Jingqing was still alive, the old man only installed surveillance cameras around Lin Jingqing's residence and sent people to guard the yard. However, there was not a single camera installed in the house.

So much so that the video information he can check now is very limited.

Song Jing thought for a while and told Mr. Song his next plan.

"Since there is no problem with the people taking care of Lin Jingqing, it means that there is no problem within our Song family. I have taken all the things she used for testing to see if I can find any clues. I will follow up on any abnormalities in the room. check."

"It's up to you. If you can't even find out this, you'll have to wait for others to trample our Song family's faces on the ground."

Mr. Song's attitude was lukewarm, and he didn't intend to say anything more.

After venting his anger, Mr. Song felt annoyed when he thought of Song Jing's reluctance to part with Lin Jingqing, his biological mother.

Huh, let him be merciful, he deserves to worry about it now.

Just let him figure it out on his own.

If Lin Jingqing can find the murderer, consider herself lucky and let her live a little longer.

If the murderer cannot be found, death will be clean!

After making up his mind, Mr. Song didn't talk nonsense and rushed Song Jing back to sleep.

"You have been busy for so many days. If you want to continue to investigate the murderer, it won't take more than a while. Go back to sleep first. There are people guarding the side courtyard and nothing is allowed to be moved. You can still follow suit tomorrow. superior."

"Well, grandpa, please go to bed early." Song Jing knew that the old man was concerned about him, so he agreed obediently.

Mr. Song's face became better now. He stood up and stretched out his hand towards Song Jing: "Help me go back."

"Okay." Song Jing quickly stepped forward and supported Mr. Song.

In the night, the tense atmosphere between grandfather and grandson finally disappeared.

After sending the old man back to the bedroom, Song Jing did not disobey the old man's intention and went back to his room to rest.

But he still got up very early the next day and came to the side courtyard where Lin Jingqing lived again.

There were people heavily guarding the courtyard, and the atmosphere was even more tense and dull than when Lin Jingqing lived here before.

After Song Jing walked in, he started looking downstairs and didn't miss every corner.

But this small building was originally a cell specially set up for Lin Jingqing. The furnishings inside were extremely simple and there was nothing suspicious about it.

In the small suite on the second floor where Lin Jingqing usually lives, the daily necessities Lin Jingqing needs to come into contact with in daily life have been sent to the laboratory, and there have been no abnormal reports yet. The rest are things that Lin Jingqing doesn’t often use.

There is also a thick booklet on the table, which contains all the menus and food records of Lin Jingqing in the past half month.

Song Jing had already read it once before, and now he picked it up and looked at it carefully, but still found nothing unusual.

Lin Jingqing has a dedicated person responsible for three meals a day. The diet is very reasonable, and there is no possibility of food poisoning.

Song Jing put the booklet back on the table and looked around the room again.

When he looked up, he saw the transom window high in Lin Jingqing's room. He was slightly startled. Then his eyes fell on a large number of toys placed on the wall and a place next to the toys, and he paused.

After a while, he raised his hand to pick up a toy and turned back to the main courtyard.

In the main courtyard bedroom, Bai Shao had just gotten up and was washing up.

Song Jing showed her the toy: "Did Di Bei bring this in?"

Bai Shao took a look and nodded: "Well, that's right. Every time he comes to visit mom, he will bring some toys to Xiaotuanzi."

Then he came to his senses and his back felt cold: "Are you suspecting that there is something wrong with these toys? That little dumpling often plays with these toys, could it be..."

"Impossible." Song Jing helped her gather the hair on her cheeks to reassure her: "She had an accident before and we all had a physical examination. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh, yes, no problem, Xiaotuanzi and us are fine."

Only then did Bai Shao react and felt relieved.

After Lin Jingqing was poisoned, the Song Dynasty was surrounded by soldiers. They not only reorganized the Song family's staff, but also gave the whole family a physical examination.

The three members of their family are all in good health and have no abnormalities.

This also shows that the murderer only targeted Lin Jingqing.

But in this world, besides Mr. Song, who else wants Lin Jingqing's life?

Could it be that Di Jing discovered something and hated Lin Jingqing because of his love and wanted her to die?

This ridiculous idea flashed through Bai Shao's mind, but she thought it was impossible.

Not to mention whether Di Jing had this idea, Di Jing's strength alone was simply not enough to reach out to the Song family.

Bai Shao shook his head and gave up the idea.

But looking at Song Jing's thoughtful look, Bai Shao wondered if he had discovered some clues.

"You just went over to check, did you find anything?"

"No." Song Jing shook his head and asked Bai Shao another question: "I previously allowed Di Bei to visit Lin Jingqing once a week. Has he been visiting very frequently recently?"

"How often? Not really."

Bai Shao thought about it and felt a little hesitant.

She bumped into Di Bei at Lin Jingqing's place before. After An Yan reminded her, she always went to Lin Jingqing's place when Di Bei was not around.

She didn't meet Di Bei often, and she couldn't tell if Di Bei came very often.

Song Jing didn't care when he heard what she said.

Lin Jingqing's affairs were kept secret in the entire Song family mansion, and Di Bei's visit to Lin Jingqing was not made known to any unnecessary people. It was reasonable for Bai Shao not to know.

Song Jing asked another question: "Then what does he do every time he comes? Have you heard from Lin Jingqing?"

"Probably just chatting with mom, bringing toys to Xiaotuanzi, and other things..."

As Bai Shao was talking, he suddenly remembered something. (End of chapter)