There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 20 Suddenly Completed the Mission
What is wrong with asking, why not ask this question!
For a moment, Zhan Qian's expression became a little weird. She looked at the detective and said, "As a detective who likes to pursue reality, how could Mr. Gu ask such a question? Does the detective believe this?"

"You mean you're fake?" the detective asked back.

"..." Zhan Qian twitched the corner of her mouth, and glanced at him coldly: "Mystery is unspeakable, believe it or not."

The detective laughed like a beating, but he didn't discuss this issue with her any more. Just now, he just suddenly wanted to tease the beauty.

He walked out of the grass altar, patted the dirt on his hands, looked at the butler and said, "I heard that Mr. Guo pulled up all the roses he planted for his late wife a month ago. The reason was that someone gave him roses and Threat letter, now it seems to be true."

The housekeeper's face was ugly: "Mr. Gu, I want to know how you know about this?"

"The detective's information is very extensive, and there is almost nothing I don't know." The detective tapped his hat, looked at the housekeeper with some meaning, and then said: "Although the relationship between your husband and his wife is I don't care at all, but now it's your husband who has the accident, butler, are you still refusing to tell the secrets you've been hiding?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Gu, you are here today to investigate the cause of Mr.'s death, I hope you will abide by your duty." After the butler finished speaking gloomily, he turned around and left the courtyard as if he didn't want to stay any longer.

Seeing this, the gardener who stood timidly at the side didn't seem to want to be with this group of people even more, so he hurriedly followed the butler and left.

The detective shrugged as he watched the background he was leaving.

Seeing this, Zhan Qian asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Gu, did your investigation find anything?"

"A beautiful little white dress, it should match your figure very well, Miss Zhan." The detective smiled as he looked her up and down.

Zhan Qian is tall, more than 1.7 meters long, and her black hip-covering mermaid dress outlines her figure very gracefully.

Zhan Qian rolled her eyes gracefully when she heard this, and said, "Can you tell me more about it?"

The detective smiled: "Occultists should like to come out in the middle of the night. Miss Zhan was invited to investigate the manor. Didn't you see anything at night?"

"What exactly do you want to say?" Zhan Qian frowned slightly.

"We searched the maid's room and found a long white dress. The hem of the skirt was a bit wet and soiled. It seemed that he had touched roses before." The photographer who was investigating with the detective was speaking, and he continued in a calm voice. Said: "The person who killed Mr. Guo may have used those props to do something."

For example, sending a threatening letter to Mr. Guo in the middle of the night, plus sending roses, and even the rotten rose that was found on Mr. Guo this morning was also placed by the other party last night.

Zhan Qian's eyes widened slightly, and she subconsciously called up her task panel to look at it, and the completed task suddenly became particularly glaring.

If it is impossible for the system to go wrong, then the thing she saw last night is indeed a "ghost", but if all this is really someone pretending...

The system is playing word games with her!

It also caused her to keep using this script as a variant version!

Zhan Qian rubbed her forehead, and the scene of seeing the "ghost" last night flashed in her mind. That white shadow was indeed standing in the courtyard, and she was even sure that the other party had already spotted her at that time.

Maybe it was on purpose for her to find out.

The person who went out from the gate of the villa was the person who lived in the villa at that time, and of course it might just be to put a rose in the master bedroom.

Later, when she was discussing things with the housekeeper in the study, she saw that Bai Ying seemed to be still in the courtyard, and when she went back to her room to look again, she was no longer there, and before that——

A figure appeared in the hall!
Zhan Qian fell silent, and suddenly felt a little regretful that she didn't have an outbreak of social arrogance at that time, so she boldly turned on the lights in the aisle, so that she might be able to see who was in the hall.

It's not that she now only thinks that she was blind at the time.

"Miss Zhan? Miss Zhan—"

The detective's exaggerated shouts rang in his ears, Zhan Qian quickly regained consciousness, and took a step back in disgust.

"Miss Zhan, I can see from your expression that you must have thought of something?" The detective said with a smile, "Can you tell me about it?"

"Well, I saw Mrs. Guo's wandering soul last night." Zhan Qian said.

After the words fell, the photographer next to him showed a question mark expression. He was about to say something, but the detective jumped in front of him and said with a smile: "Then, did Mrs. Guo convey any last wish to you?"

Zhan Qian looked at him and said calmly, "She hopes the truth of what happened back then can be revealed."

After speaking, she paused, looked at the green altar and said, "It's a pity to pull out so many roses. It seems that Mr. Guo doesn't love his wife that much."

After finishing speaking, Zhan Qian turned around and left, her face not as relaxed as it was at the beginning.

The photographer looked at her back, then looked at the muddy and chaotic grass altar, and asked in a low voice, "How long will it take for the police to arrive?"

"I haven't replied yet, it may take a while." The detective shrugged.

If the police weren't here, even if they wanted to open up the entire grass altar, they probably wouldn't be able to do so.

The detective looked around the courtyard, and then saw a girl sitting there quietly drawing in a pavilion not far away. Even though it was so noisy here just now, it didn't seem to affect her.

At the corner beyond the pavilion is the utility room next to the villa, and a light figure opened the door and walked in.

The detective paused: "Where is that?"

He seemed to be asking the photographer, and seemed to be talking to himself. After he finished speaking, he walked over there directly. When he passed the pavilion, he looked up at the girl's painting by the way. material room.

The photographer stayed slightly, looked at the painter girl's painting, and suddenly said, "You really know how to draw?"

After all, they are all outsiders. They suddenly entered this game called Script Killing, got a character, and began to be forced to do what the character should do.

But as a photographer, he really can't take pictures.

The girl stopped writing, turned to look at him with a smile and said, "Isn't it enough to have a hand for this kind of thing?"

The photographer looked at her without speaking.

The grass altar in the painting has been completely painted with roses, and a man with the appearance of a gardener stands inside and wields a hoe. The dark and gray lines of the pencil draw a gloomy picture.

……

In the courtyard next to the utility room of the villa, Qin Xiaohe opened the door and looked, and saw a stack of neatly arranged labor tools.

She was looking for where the entrance to the wine cellar was, when suddenly, a system notification sounded in her mind [Congratulations on completing the task: stealing the manor owner's treasure].

Qin Xiaohe: "???"

What?What did she accomplish?
She stood there in a daze, looking at the unpretentious brooms, shovels, hoes, showers and the like in the utility room, feeling at a loss and puzzled.

What the hell kind of treasure is this?
What's more, she doesn't seem to have taken the things away yet.

……

A room on the second floor of the villa.

In the locked room, Yang Ming was drooling while sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, while the tablet he held in his hand showed "unlocked" on the screen.

(End of this chapter)