Female Detective of the Republic of China: The cold and handsome young man will flirt with his wife

Feng Xiaojin pretended not to hear. After she was fully dressed, she took a deep breath and walked down the spiral staircase slowly and calmly.

Everyone in Baifu was waiting downstairs, looking at her with sharp eyes.

Feng Xiaojin suppressed the panic in her heart and walked through the crowd without looking sideways. The wide brim of the hat and the black gauze covered most of her cheeks, leaving only the blurred outline of her chin.

The people in Baifu couldn't see her face clearly, and they didn't dare to approach her indiscriminately. There are many dignitaries in Shaocheng, and they couldn't afford to offend them.

Feng Xiaojin walked unimpeded all the way to the entrance of the hotel, and there was an army green car parked not far away. She lowered her eyelashes and was about to raise her legs to step over the threshold when someone called her from behind: "Ms. Wang, don't you Have you eaten yet?"

The waiter was behind her. He recognized Ms. Wang's coat and hat, but his figure looked a little wrong. He looked at her suspiciously as he stepped forward, "Aren't you waiting for Mr. Wen and them?"

Feng Xiaojin's heart skipped a beat, and she thought that this luck was bad enough. She ignored the question and stepped over the threshold quickly. Just as she was about to approach the military vehicle, the waiter noticed something strange and shouted Said: "She is not Miss Wang!"

People from Baifu rushed forward, Feng Xiaojin was knocked out with a sap, and lost consciousness.

Gu Huaian stood on the window sill on the second floor, slowly puffing out the smoke. He watched Feng Xiaojin indifferently being put into a sack and thrown into the carriage of the White Mansion.

He knew very well in his heart that a woman like her would probably have no good end when she returned to the White Mansion.

But what does this have to do with him?
She's just a beautiful concubine.

"Hurry up and report to the Patriarch, that little whore has been caught!"

In a daze, Feng Xiaojin heard the angry yelling from the servant girl.

Little whore?
She was confused for a while, and suddenly realized that the little whore was talking about herself.

She was taken back to Bai's house!
Feng Xiaojin widened her eyes and looked around, she was taken back to that room again, but at this time the ground was empty, and there was no Bai Shixuan's body.

Ruined.

She will definitely be beaten to death again this time!
Feng Xiaojin's face turned pale when he thought of the painful experience of sticking on his body with a stick in his last life and his blood was mutilated.

She quickly got up from the ground, her body was not bound by ropes, but the wooden door was firmly sealed, allowing Feng Xiaojin to slam on the door frantically, but no one paid any attention.

"Stop taking pictures, it's too noisy." A man's yawn sounded from the room, "You just stay here and wait to die."

Feng Xiaojin's pupils shrank slightly, and she turned her head slowly.

There was a silver dagger on the carved wooden table, the sharp blade was still stained with dried blood, it was the murder weapon that killed Bai Shixuan.

"Why, did you feel stupid when you saw Ben Dagger?" Dagger stabbed lazily.

Feng Xiaojin was stunned for a moment.

Now that she has gotten used to the weird thing that things can talk, when she saw the dagger, a thought flashed in her mind, and she said excitedly: "The murder weapon, yes, you are the murder weapon, then you must know who is the murder weapon." Bai Shixuan's murderer!"

The dagger snorted coldly, "So what if I know it? So what if I don't know? You dare to throw this dagger on the ground, you should be prepared to die!"

Feng Xiaojin didn't expect this murder weapon to be so vengeful, she said, "But it's not my fault, anyone who suddenly sees a talking dagger will be terrified."

"Oh." The dagger ignored her.

"Just tell me who the real murderer is, or they will beat me to death." Feng Xiaojin burst into tears, and the tears kept falling.

She cried pitifully, Dagger was silent for a while, and said: "Even if you tell them who the murderer is, someone must believe it, not to mention, I don't know who the murderer is."