After madly criticizing the commander for taking something from him, his wife ran away

Su Man tugged at the corners of his lips: "It's hard to collect the water, not to mention the words that are spoken, how can the big man be regarded as having never heard of it?"

"Su Man, it's Ben Shuai who has been too indulgent to you recently!" Shen Zhuohuai stared at Su Man coldly.

Su Man looked at him stubbornly: "It turns out that the handsome man said that he wanted to learn to love Man'er during this time, but in fact, in the eyes of the handsome, love is just connivance."

Shen Zhuohuai sneered: "Could it be that Ben Shuai's connivance is not as good as a mere love word?" Su Man, don't you have to make an inch." She

really overestimated herself, Su Man thought that she could change Shen Zhuohuai and teach him how to love someone, it turned out that these days, she was self-righteous.

Su Man smiled, but there was no emotion on his face: "The connivance of the big handsome, Man'er is not blessed, if the big man is unwilling to save Lan Xiang'er, then I implore the big handsome to allow Man'er to check it himself."

Shen Zhuohuai glared at Su Man fiercely, stretched out his hand and pinched her shoulders, and his anger was about to erupt: "Do you want to check? Okay, Ben Shuai wants to see what you can find!"

Shen Zhuohuai let go of her coldly, turned around and left the house.

Qingluo heard that there was no movement outside, so she ran to Su Man's side and looked at her with a worried expression: "Miss, what are we going to do now?"

Su Man turned his head and glanced at the Yichun Courtyard next to him, which had been burned to ruins.

"Find the murderer and rescue Xiang'er. She

didn't expect Shen Zhuohuai to be able to give Xiang'er justice at all, in his eyes, it was not a pity to die a prostitute.

What's more, in this turbulent era of warlords, the death of a person is just a sentence that he moves.

Shen Zhuohuai no longer paid attention to Su Man, and even the guards at the door were removed, but he was not afraid that Su Man would run away, her whole person was his Shen Zhuohuai.

Where can she run?

A woman without an identity certificate can't even step out of Chengzhou.

He said that he didn't care about Su Man, but he didn't really care, as soon as Su Man went out, the two people arranged by Ye Xifu followed behind Su Man, watching her every move.

Interrogation room.

Xiang'er sat on a wooden chair, her hands and feet were chained, perhaps because the interrogation room was in the dungeon, and she always felt that there was a cold wind pouring in everywhere.

Xiang'er trembled, raised her head, and looked cautiously at the man sitting not far away.

It was still the same blue robe, and his body was long and long, exuding a terrifying gloomy atmosphere.

That angular handsome face, under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, revealed a cloudy glow, and Xiang'er couldn't help but tremble.

He lifted his eyelids, and those eyes like eagles and falcons fell on Xiang'er: "Where were you on the day Yixiangyuan caught fire?" Lan Xiang'er

was confused by Shen Zhuohuai's gaze, and her eyes dodged: "Dashuai, that day, that day I went out, Jiang Gongzi's death really has nothing to do with me!" There was

a small silver Browning on the table, and the man's hand flicked the trigger, and his fingertips swiped down, making a crisp metallic sound.

Shen Zhuohuai didn't speak, Xiang'er was completely panicked, and the interrogation room was silent, only the hoarse cries of the prisoners came from outside.

Under the environment of mental pressure, Lan Xianger's emotions wandered between falling apart.

Suddenly, she was completely panicked, shook her head again and again, and hurriedly explained: "Dashuai, I went to find Su Man that day, and I didn't rush over to put out the fire until Yichun Courtyard caught fire."

With a "bang", Browning, who was originally on the table, was thrown to the ground by the man, and the silver-white metal object touched Lan Xiang'er's feet, so frightened that she quickly retracted her feet.

Lan Xiang'er's face was pale, and she was already speechless with trembling lips.

The man got up, his tall and long figure blocked the white flickering light, casting a large shadow, and his long legs were raised, and he stepped on the steps, like a knife blade piercing Lan Xiang'er's heart.

Shen Zhuohuai stopped in front of her, bent down to pick up the Browning, and when he looked up, his deep eyebrows and eyes looked at her casually, and his voice was low and bewildering.

"But how did Ben Shuai hear that you left after you came that day? Dare to ask Miss Xiang'er, where did you go after leaving?" Xiang'er

didn't expect that these things couldn't be hidden from Shen Zhuohuai, and as soon as his words fell, the muzzle of the black hole was against her chin.

The cold metal pressed against her skin, making her shiver.

"Ben Shuai's gun doesn't have eyes, if Miss Xiang'er doesn't tell the truth, Ben Shuai can't guarantee what will happen. "

I said, I said!" Xiang'er shrunk her neck, about to speak.

There was a knock at the door.

Shen Zhuohuai twisted his eyebrows and turned his head in displeasure: "Come in." It

was Ye Xifu who came in, he glanced at the embarrassed Xiang'er, turned his head to Shen Zhuohuai and said: "Dashuai, the guards at Chengguan found a suspicious woman who wanted to go out of the city, but was stopped by the guards, checked the identity certificate and found that it was Lan Xiang'er's personal maid, Chunhe."

"Chunhe?" Lan Xiang'er muttered, looked at Ye Xifu in a daze, and looked extremely excited: "Chunhe is not dead? She is not dead?"

Shen Zhuohuai sneered coldly: "Go and bring her, Ben Shuai will interrogate her personally!"

......

Su Man said that he wanted to find out the murderer, but when he really took action, he couldn't do it.

She observed the surroundings of Yichun Courtyard and asked those who knew about it, and it was said that the fire started on the second floor, next to the house where Lan Xiang'er lived, which was a utility room with a lot of miscellaneous items piled up all year round.

Once a fire broke out in that place, the fire spread very quickly.

And in that fire, except for the people on the first floor who escaped, the second floor was not spared.

Su Man took Qingluo to sneak into Yichun Courtyard, and now Yichun Courtyard is only a lonely frame, and they carefully stepped on the black wood to go up to the second floor.

Qingluo's heart was about to jump out, and she didn't breathe a sigh of relief until her feet hit the ground.

"Miss, do you think this second floor will be trampled down by us?" Qingluo glanced at the burnt dirty and unstable wood.

"Don't worry, we're so light, it's not so easy to collapse.

Su Man asked Qingluo to follow, she walked all the way to the front of the corridor, and when she passed Xiang'er's room, Su Man went in directly.

There was nothing burned inside, and only wooden shelves were left on the bed, but the chains on the wooden pillars deeply attracted Su Man's idea.

Jiang Ge was not lying, and the chains on the wooden pillars proved that his son was indeed locked in bed.

But why did that person lock people in Xiang'er's bed? Could it be that he had a grudge against

Xiang'er? and wanted to blame her? When Su Man's thoughts were fluttering, he heard Qingluo muttering: "Why is there nothing left?" Sister Xiang'er said that she has stored a lot of jewelry in the cabinet, and the gold can't be burned, how can there be none

?" Su Man was stunned, strode to Qingluo's side and asked, "Xiang'er said that her jewelry is all here?"

In front of me is a wooden cabinet that has not been burned, and there are only charcoal black wooden shelves left.