The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Huo Baiyuan stepped inside, trying to find traces of another man's life in the whole room.

He walked to the closet, opened it, and saw that there was a row of clothes hanging in it. The light and elegant dresses were in the style of the woman in Song Lishu. Then he cares about the shirts, coats, and sweaters, which are obviously men's.

Two couple pajamas were neatly folded and placed underneath.

Judging from everything in the house, she did live here with another man, as warm as a small family.

Looking at Qin Miao, his expression was a little surprised. He never expected that Song Lishu, who has always been gentle and kind, would do such a thing.

Huo Baiyuan walked to the kitchen again, pulled back the cabinet, and saw that there were a few ordinary and cheap plates inside, and two bowls placed side by side, with two pairs of chopsticks sticking aside.

There is no shortage of food, drink and clothing.

Huo Baiyuan closed the cabinet door heavily, raised his eyes, and swept the room around, as if he could imagine how she and the man entered the door together, stood in front of the shoe rack and put on those couple slippers, and how they were together Cooking in the kitchen, sitting face to face at the dining table to eat, after the meal, take a shower, put on the two couples pajamas, and then hug to sleep on that cozy bed.

Fortunately, he thought that she was really calm about herself, but it turned out to be just an illusion.

Huo Baiyuan strode to the side of the bed, suddenly kicked something with his toe, and there was a thud under the bed.

He bent down, put his hand under the bed, and took out an iron box from the bottom of the bed, an ordinary box, nothing new on the outside, but a lock, which was heavy, as if it were full of things.

Huo Baiyuan pulled the lock and couldn't open it. He was not interested in learning more about it. He simply threw the box back under the bed and kicked it.

"Let's go." Huo Baiyuan turned and walked outside the house.

Qin Miao returned to his mind and hurriedly followed behind him.

Walking out of the dilapidated residential building, Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped and raised his head slightly. He noticed the surveillance camera hanging at the door. He narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Check out the surveillance footage of Song Lishu and the man entering and leaving here. "

Qin Miao was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

Huo Baiyuan's face was gloomy and he snorted coldly, "I want to watch, which man she lives here with!"

"Yes." Qin Miao agreed, but he didn't understand what Huo Baiyuan wanted to do.

People are dead, even if the investigation reveals something, what's the use?

On the way back, Huo Baiyuan sat in the car, tilted his head and looked out the window. At this moment, the five characters of Tutu Dessert Shop flashed past his eyes.

"parking."

He had barely thought about it, and he had already yelled these two words in his mouth.

Qin Miao stepped on the brakes, stopped the car, turned his head, and looked at Huo Baiyuan for unknown reasons.

Huo Baiyuan looked through the car window to a dessert shop on the street.

He remembered that the night before Song Lishu's death, he suddenly found him and asked him to meet at the Tutu dessert shop the next day, saying that he had something very important to tell him.

He didn't plan to go at all, and he didn't know what was important, and he would never have a chance to know again, because Song Lishu died in this dessert shop.

With a click, Huo Baiyuan suddenly opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Qin Miao quickly stopped the car and got out of the car.

Pushing open the door of the dessert shop, an employee immediately came forward to receive: "Hello, please sit inside."

Huo Baiyuan looked around the dessert shop. It was just an ordinary dessert shop, and there was nothing new.

So why does Song Lishu insist on asking him to come here?