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Chapter 299 Who is it?! That's incredibly rude!

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingfeng stroked his chin, adopting a thoughtful posture, and slowly said, "Hmm... what else can I do? I'll just sit here and observe. There must be something fishy about this!"

She pulled Lin Qingfeng into a corner and lowered her voice, "Senior Brother, of course I know there's something fishy about this. I'm asking you, do you have any... constructive suggestions?!"

"Constructive suggestions?" Lin Qingfeng muttered to himself. Where would I get such a thing... No, as the senior disciple, how could I not have constructive suggestions? That's absolutely impossible!

While pretending to continue stroking his chin, he quietly activated the [Divine Thought Engine].

[Shensi Engine] - [Search Bar], then enter your situation to see what to do.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and began his analysis in a confident tone: "Ahem, according to the preliminary case file from the government, the doors and windows are intact and locked from the inside, with no signs of forced entry, which suggests two possibilities."

He held out two fingers.

"First, and this is the one I personally prefer, is called 'crime committed by an acquaintance.' That is to say, the murderer was someone the victim willingly allowed into the house, or even someone they trusted quite a bit."

"Secondly, the murderer is a top-notch expert with extremely high-level skills, capable of appearing and disappearing without a trace."

"However, if it's the second possibility, I have absolutely no idea how to proceed. The clues will be lost, and we'll be like headless flies, where will we even begin to look? Therefore, in order to improve the efficiency of solving the case, we should prioritize the first possibility, which is the direction of 'a crime committed by an acquaintance'!"

Sigh, as expected, I'm really not suited for criminal investigation.

Although Su Ling'er felt that her senior brother's reasoning process was a bit strange, she didn't have any ideas of her own, so she could only follow her senior brother's line of thought. Besides... it seemed... that was indeed the case.

So Su Ling'er turned to Mu Ling and asked, "Mr. Mu, now you need to think carefully about who Miss An was closest to and had the most frequent contact with during her lifetime?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Ling also felt that it made sense. He suppressed his grief, thought carefully for a moment, and slowly listed a few people.

"Besides...besides me, the person closest to Yao'er is first and foremost her father, Master An."

"Then there are the old servants in the mansion who watched her grow up, especially her personal maid."

"Then, there was her best friend, Liu Yue."

"And...and there's also Mr. Wang, the owner of Wangji Cloth Shop in the west of the city. Yao'er often goes there to order clothes, and we have a pretty good relationship."

"Then what do these people do on a daily basis? And what kind of interaction do they have with Miss An?" Su Ling'er continued to ask.

Mu Ling nodded and began to explain in detail.

“Master An… he is Yao’er’s biological father and runs the largest silk shop in the south of the city. He dotes on Yao’er. But… he doesn’t really approve of our marriage. He only reluctantly agreed because he couldn’t persuade Yao’er otherwise.”

"Those old servants, although they are born into the An family, you can't judge a book by its cover. Yao'er is kind-hearted and has always been generous to them, rewarding them generously. But I heard that one of the stewards recently incurred a large gambling debt..."

"Mr. Wang, the owner of Wangji Cloth Shop in the west of the city, is an honest and upright businessman. Yao'er is his biggest customer. Just the clothes and fabrics he buys each season are a considerable expense. However... I overheard Yao'er mentioning recently that Mr. Wang seemed to want to borrow a large sum of money from Master An to take over a new shop in the south, but Master An refused."

He paused here, as if trying to recall something, before mentioning the last person.

"As for Liu Yue..." Mu Ling's eyes became somewhat complicated. "She is closest to Yao'er. She runs her own small money exchange and usually goes from street to street, dealing with merchants in the city. She is a very shrewd and capable person. Everyone says she is a good and capable girl."

"Liu Yue often brings Yao'er some novel little trinkets. Oh, right, I remember... I just gave Yao'er that jade bracelet, and the next day she bought herself one of the same style, saying... it's good for sisters to have the same things."

After he finished speaking, he fell silent.

Su Ling'er listened carefully, but after hearing what Mu Ling said... these people all seemed to be a little bit suspicious.

The housekeeper might be trying to pay off gambling debts; Boss Wang might be holding a grudge because his loan application was rejected; even Liu Yue, who was closest to him... she always felt that there was something strange about this.

……

At this moment, the atmosphere in the An residence was solemn, with everyone dressed in white mourning clothes.

Inside the ancestral hall, a fine nanmu coffin has been prepared, waiting for the auspicious time to send the daughter to be buried in peace.

Dressed in mourning clothes, Mr. An looked as if he had aged more than ten years in just a few days. He stood in front of the coffin, his eyes red and swollen, filled with bloodshot veins.

"...You may all leave." He waved to the servants beside him in a hoarse voice. "I want to...spend a little more time alone with Yao'er."

"Yes, sir." The servants bowed and withdrew, leaving him alone in the ancestral hall.

He reached out his trembling hand and carefully pushed open the heavy coffin lid, wanting to see his daughter's face one last time and remember her appearance.

However—the coffin was completely empty!

what's the situation? !

"..."

Old Master An's body suddenly stiffened.

The grief on his face froze instantly, then turned into horror. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes and looked up again—but it was still empty!
"Where is he?!" A roar suddenly burst from Master An's throat!

"Where's my daughter?!" He lunged at the coffin like a madman, frantically groping inside. "Guards! Get in here!!"

The servants outside the door were startled by the roar and scrambled in. When they saw their master's seemingly insane appearance, they immediately knelt down on the ground.

"Master, please spare me! Master, please calm your anger!"

"Calm down?!" Master An turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, pointing at the empty coffin, and roared hysterically, "Miss, you can't do anything right! I haven't even heard you say a word about her falling ill from missing her mother?"

"Now my daughter's body is gone!! You bunch of useless trash! What have I been doing raising you all?! Huh?!"

The servants were so frightened that they kowtowed repeatedly, unable to utter a single complete sentence; they too were filled with shock and bewilderment.

Who?! Who would be so heartless as to steal a corpse that hasn't even been buried yet?! That's utterly despicable!
(End of this chapter)