The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 304

Chapter 304 Clue (one more)

"Baitou Mountain, then what?"

Li Chan didn't speak any more, closed his eyes, as if he was breathless.

Zhou Xue squinted her eyes, put her finger on Li Chan's nose and probed.

The breath is very weak.

This woman is probably going to die.

Zhou Xue slowly got up, turned and walked out.

The two black men behind Zhou Xue looked at each other. One of the square-faced men stepped forward and whispered, "Sister Zhou, the four seasons town where my second child and I visited last time was at the foot of Baitou Mountain. Lie to us?"

"No, for her sister, she will also tell the truth."

"But her sister is not...." As soon as another man with an inch-long scar on his left cheek spoke, he was stared back by the other man.

Zhou Xue said without rush: “The number of corpses was just right at the time. Later, after checking the files, it was found that there was also a neighbor's child who died in the fire that night. There is only one possibility.”

Li Juan is still alive.

The fish that slipped through the net.

At that time, she hadn't been with Madam. It was another person who dealt with these things, but he was too careless. More than one incident went wrong, and finally caused her dissatisfaction.

After she came to her wife, she gradually started to take care of these things. That person left a lot of mess back then, and Li Juan was one of them.

She didn't know how much Li Juan knew about the things of the year, but she was alive and it was always a disaster.

"But my second child and I inquired about in Four Seasons Town, and there were no clues at all. Baitou Mountain was bald and there was nothing but a nun's house..."

Zhou Xue's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the two behind him stopped.

In the cold underground passage, the wind gusts and the howling of ghosts and wolves faintly heard, and the light above the head was always bright and dark, which made people feel a kind of creepy.

"What did you just say? The Nunnery?" Zhou Xue asked suddenly.

The man's Adam's apple rolled a little, and he stammered: "Bai...Baitou Mountain, there is only one nun...Nun's Nunnery."

"Jie Yueyue?"

The man's eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister Zhou, you know?"

Zhou Xue's eyes suddenly sank, how to investigate, but the spearhead was aimed at Ji Yueyi.

Mingjing came out of Ji Yueyao, and his wife had high hopes for her.

The dean was waiting at the exit, and seeing the woman walking out with a calm face, her heart jumped, and she quickly bent over respectfully.

"Look at me carefully. If you die, you won't be able to live." The woman's cold voice fell, and the dean's heart beat wildly.

Simply picked up the umbrella in the corner of the wall and handed it over with both hands: "It's raining outside, don't get it wet."

Zhou Xue walked outside the house, slanting wind accompanied by drizzle, and the night was dark and cold.

This endless long night stirred the cold wind and strong rain, making people's hearts heavier.

She took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed a number: "Check, Ji Yueyi, five sisters and sisters, check them all."

Zhou Xue walked into the rain, Xie Wei hurriedly opened the umbrella and held it above Zhou Xue's head.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhou Xue stopped and took out a somewhat old mobile phone from her bag.

A work phone, a personal phone.

The ringtone is the sweet and waxy singing of a little girl, cute and spiritual, but it sounds strange in this cold lunatic asylum.

Xie Wei shuddered subconsciously.

Zhou Xue's cold eyebrows softened for a moment, and she connected the phone: “Fangfang, I haven't slept so late yet.”

I don't know what the person on the phone said, the woman laughed, “You grow up healthy and happy, and it's the best birthday present for your aunt.”

"Baby, go to bed early, and my aunt will visit you when I'm done."

Hang up the phone, Zhou Xue got in the car, "Go back."

Xie Wei took the umbrella, and the two got in the car, leaving silently as they had come.

The rain is getting heavier, and the dean stands under the eaves, watching the car gradually turn into a vague ghost fire in the rainy night.

The little nurse next to him asked in a low voice: "Dean, who is she?"

The dean turned around with his hands on his back and hummed from his nostrils: "People who can't afford to offend."

The woman lying silent on the ground suddenly moved her finger.

This night, the rain in Jiangzhou was extremely heavy, and the rain lasted for three days.

Three days later, on the twenty-fifth day, the sky cleared.

This day is a weekend, early in the morning, the magpies are chirping.

Numerous media reporters rushed to Jiangzhou Shangdu Hotel with long guns and short cannons.

Today's press conference is also the handover ceremony for the new president of the Jockey Club.

Generally, this kind of more formal event is not popular, it is official and formal, and the public does not like it.

But this time is different. This new president is extremely popular on the Internet and is the top of the younger generation.

Entertainment, commerce, and people's livelihood sectors can be occupied by her alone, but there is no one left.

A few days ago, the official released the news. This press conference was broadcast live on the whole network of Apple Video, a subsidiary of Shenzhou Group. The public ridiculed that Apple Video broadcasted to its own young lady. This wave of traffic has arrived. Outsider field.

The press conference started at nine o'clock, and everyone on the big weekend didn't sleep late. They waited in the live broadcast room as early as seven o'clock. After a while, the traffic surged to more than one million people. This was still the morning of the cold winter weekend.

At half past seven, the hotel staff began to check every corner of the meeting room. Last night, they received a notice that the conference was of very high specifications and many leaders would be there. It is important to ensure the safety of the scene.

More than that, the hotel also temporarily recruited a lot of security guards, but the police arrived before arranging someone, and the on-site security was taken over by plainclothes police.

Every reporter and cameraman who enters and exits will check the equipment and work permits, and will be released after registration.

These media people were a little flustered when they saw such a big battle.

Isn't it a normal press conference? It's like coming in person with the boss.

The sun was shining outside the French window, Jiang Chunlan took a sip of coffee, and the kitchen brought her bird's nest up.

In order to maintain her figure, she never gets rid of rice noodles, so she has the same skin condition as her forties.

Jiang Jinchen walked downstairs, "Morning."

Jiang Chunlan frowned and looked at him: "Did you stay up again last night?"

Jiang Jinchen opened the chair and sat down: “There will be a model competition in a few days, and I checked some documents overnight.”

put his favorite breakfast in front of him.

"Thank you Sister Hua."

Jiang Chunlan ordered: "Sister Hua, boil some tonic soup for him to replenish his body. I didn't care about you for a few days, and he became thinner and thinner."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jiang Jinchen thought of something. He glanced at Jiang Chunlan, saw her exquisite and elegant dress, and asked, "Will you go to today's press conference, too?"

Jiang Chunlan nodded, glanced at him, and suddenly smiled: "Why, are you also interested?"

Jiang Jinchen pursed her lips and ate breakfast silently with her head down.

Although Jiang Jinchen didn't like to talk, his son, Jiang Chunlan, couldn't understand his thoughts. He smiled and said, “After dinner, clean up and go with me. Today's conference is of high standard. I won't go."

Jiang Jinchen did not say a word, but the speed of eating increased.

At this time, Zhou Xue walked in quickly and said a word to Jiang Chunlan. Jiang Chunlan shook her hand and almost spilled coffee on her precious velvet cheongsam.

"Be careful, madam."

Zhou Xue took the coffee cup and put it on the table.

Jiang Chunlan's expression sank for a moment, "Come to the study with me."

Jiang Jinchen looked at the back of the two of them leaving in a hurry, with sword eyebrows frowned.

He has good ears, and he seems to have heard a familiar name just now.

Putting down the chopsticks, Jiang Jinchen glanced at the direction of the kitchen, and followed quietly.

"Madam, please don't get frustrated. There is no evidence yet. After all, many places are not logically logical...but Ms. Ming Jing is not the true daughter of Zhu's family. This should be affirmed."

Zhou Xue found out the private detective hired by Lin Qing at the beginning, and this kind of person said nothing if he gave a little bit of profit.

"Although she is not the true daughter of Zhu's family, she should not be the person you are looking for. After all, the age is wrong. I think the twin sisters of Ms. Mingjing are suspicious. They say that they are nine years old at school, but they are tall. But they are not like their peers at all. They entered the first day of the year in September this year, and the grades were very good. If it weren't for a special investigation, it would be impossible to find that they were two or three years younger than their peers."

Zhou Xue took out a photo and placed it in front of Jiang Chunlan. In the photo was a pair of twin sisters with identical faces, dressed in school uniforms, one lively and lovely, the other calm and stable, and they had begun to take on the grace of a young girl.

(End of this chapter)

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