There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 19 Have you seen the ghost?
In the courtyard outside the villa, the girl was sitting in the pavilion holding a drawing book, facing the stone path not far away, scribbling the paintbrush in her hand, as if she was really painting.

After Zhan Qian came out, she sat on the wicker chair next to her.

Miss Painter glanced at her, then turned her head away in disgust, and kept drawing.

"You seem to be familiar with Young Master Guo?" Zhan Qian didn't care, she folded her legs and gathered her long skirt, maintaining a noble and elegant posture.

"Do veteran players also need to ask me, a script novice, for news?" the girl snorted.

"Collecting clues is the most important process in script killing. Different player characters have different scripts, so the clues they get will naturally be different. I need to gather these clues." Zhan Qian said lightly.

As she spoke, she glanced at the girl's drawing, and she drew a corner of the courtyard with a pencil. At the end of the gravel path, the prototype of a gardener bent over to tend the grass altar was just drawn.

Zhan Qian looked up, and there was no gardener on the opposite side. If it was realistic, then her painting would be too creepy.

What's more, Zhan Qian knew that there might be ghosts in this manor, so she silently tightened some skirts with her small hands on her waist.

She couldn't help saying, "There's no gardener there."

The painter slowly completed the image of the gardener, and casually said: "A painter has mountains and rivers in his heart, so what if there is no gardener, I can paint flowers without flowers."

While talking, the girl already moved the pencil in a fit of anger, and added a few roses beside the grass altar.

Zhan Qian twitched the corners of her mouth, and then the girl continued: "Instead of asking about Young Master Guo here, you might as well ask him directly. I think, as Mr. Guo's son, he might know everything."

"It's one thing to know, but it's another thing to say it or not." Zhan Qian said: "No matter what the story is, the truth is always buried in the mouth."

Hearing this, the girl suddenly stopped her brush and looked up at her inexplicably.

Zhan Qian was looked at a bit inexplicably, and continued to ask: "So what clues did you find out from Young Master Guo? I suspect that this incident is related to Mrs. Guo, and Young Master Guo seems to have an affair with Guo Guo because of his mother's relationship." My husband is a bit estranged, and I still need a lot of clues to restore the truth of the story."

"You guessed right." The girl withdrew her gaze and continued to draw, and said, "Back then, Mr. Guo forced his wife to death. All this happened to be seen by Young Master Guo, and he fell into depression ever since."

"What's the reason?" Zhan Qian continued to ask.

At this time, she suddenly saw a middle-aged man dressed as a gardener appearing at the corner with a hoe, which seemed to have been gradually trimmed from the front yard, with soil on his trousers, at this moment he swung the hoe with a calm face, and vigorously scraped the soil from the grass altar. compacted.

Zhan Qian looked at the girl's painting again.

Miss Painter didn't raise her head, she continued to draw, and said calmly: "I don't know about it. Mrs. Guo seemed to go crazy because of something at that time, and she committed suicide after arguing with Mr. Guo."

Zhan Qian looked at her: "You really don't know?"

"I'm a novice in scripting, what else can I find out?" The girl also looked at her, with a mocking smile on her lips.

"If you want to belittle yourself, what else can I say." Zhan Qian mocked gracefully on the surface.

"Really, you are arrogant."

Before the two could say a few words, they choked on each other inexplicably.

Zhan Qian said a few words before closing her mouth gracefully. She looked at the gardener who was pressing the soil not far away, and suddenly asked loudly, "Mr. Gardener, what are you doing?"

The gardener who was digging the soil with a hoe suddenly became panicked as if he had been frightened when he heard the cry. He quickly looked up and looked around, and then saw two girls sitting in the pavilion not far away.

The gardener took a look and then quickly looked away. The voice came in a moderate, a little low voice: "It rained heavily last night, and the soil in the yard is a little loose. I'll press it down."

Zhan Qian squinted her eyes slightly. She felt that the gardener's reaction was really strange. In layman's terms, she was guilty of something just now.

She stood up and walked over there.

After finding her approaching, the gardener's face suddenly became very nervous. He lowered his head and quickly moved the muddy land. There were many broken branches in the grass bed, and now they were all under his pressure.

Zhan Qian glanced at it casually, and then asked, "Gardener, how long have you been working in the manor?"

The gardener turned his head and ignored her, Zhan Qian asked again: "What's the matter, can't you tell me, in fact, I can ask the housekeeper."

"More than three years..." the gardener whispered.

"Well, I heard that Mr. Guo planted roses for Mrs. Xian before, but unfortunately they pulled them all out for some reason. Were you taking care of those flowers before?" Zhan Qian asked casually.

"..."

The gardener was silent and didn't speak. He buried his head and kept using a hoe to press the broken branches into the mud. The grass bed had indeed become very muddy after it rained. When he turned the soil, he accidentally splashed some muddy water.

Zhan Qian took a few steps back carefully so as not to get her dress dirty. Seeing that the gardener was really unwilling to say anything, she glanced at the grass altar and went back.

The girl who was drawing sneered when she saw that she had returned without success.

Zhan Qian didn't respond, and looked at her painting again. At the end of the stone path, the gardener seemed to be digging the soil with a hoe, and she had already drawn the roses dotted around the grass altar.

Suddenly, Zhan Qian thought of the white shadow she saw at the window last night.

She looked up and saw that this was the backyard of the villa. The windows of the rooms in the second corridor that turned left were all facing the front yard, but if you looked from there, you could indeed see the corner from the courtyard to the back.

And thinking about it, that figure seemed to be approaching the grass altar at that time.

in case……

Just as she was thinking of this, there was a loud noise from the front yard, and then that frivolous detective also came out from the corner, and seemed to be observing the grass altar as well.

The photographer and the housekeeper followed behind him, and the gardener, who was repairing the grass altar, became very flustered when he saw this.

"Gardener, what are you doing?" The detective who came over smiled and asked the same question as Zhan Qian before.

"I...I..." The gardener lowered his head, carefully glanced at the housekeeper behind him, and said in a low voice, "It rained heavily last night, and the soil in the yard became very loose. I'll come over and tidy it up."

"There's nothing to tidy up here. The flowers and plants are not all blown by the wind and rain, let alone you have no flowers. Come, let me go." The detective said, pulling the bewildered gardener out of the grass bed, Then he went in by himself.

As soon as I put on new shoes, they were covered with mud again.

The detective squatted down and looked at the grass altar, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he stared at the gardener: "You turned all the land along this road?"

The gardener said nervously: "Some branches are broken, and the grass blades and roots are stuck in them. I'm sorting those out."

"Then did you see footprints in it just now?" the detective continued to ask.

"What... what footprints?" The gardener looked surprised.

The detective stared at him for a while, and at this moment, Zhan Qian came over again, and asked curiously, "What happened?"

The detective who heard the voice turned to look at her. After looking at her for a while, the young man suddenly smiled strangely and said, "Miss Zhan, as an occultist, did you see a ghost last night?"

Zhan Qian: "..."

(End of this chapter)