Chapter 552
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Ning Shu's guess was like a bolt of lightning, piercing everyone's brain. It was also like a key that opened up an impossible possibility. This guess seemed ridiculous, but if it was not so, how could it explain the suspicious points one after another?
Hui Mo suddenly remembered, "Before Qian Dongbao left home, he told his mother that he was going to find his good friend!"
Tan Siwei also seemed to have thought of something. He quickly walked to the file shelf and found the latest file. He opened it and spread it in front of Ning Shu, "Zhao Mian 'er's father died in the battlefield when he was three years old, and then his mother died of illness. Therefore, he was depressed and unsociable, so he was very isolated. The reason he quarreled with his friends that day was that he was ridiculed. Zhao Mian 'er said angrily, "Who said that I don't have friends? I'll find them for you."
It seems that he was not angry at that time, but really went to find his friend. And that friend made an agreement with him that if he wanted to find him, he could not let a third person see him! "
Ning Shu smiled slightly, "So, our next step is to find the common 'friend' of these three children as soon as possible!"
Hui Mo's eyes lit up, "Let's go!"
"Wait!" Ning Shu was about to turn around, but Tan Siwei interrupted her. After talking about the case, he quickly returned to being a gentle young man. His eyes, which had experienced the changes in his family and the coldness of human relationships, still retained his unique clarity and enthusiasm, "Miss Ning, the weather is really hot. I've prepared some plum soup. Drink some and you won't feel too uncomfortable when you go out to investigate the case."
Facing such a pair of clear eyes, no one could be indifferent. Ning Shu was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously, "No, the investigation is more important, and I don't feel uncomfortable now …"
Before she finished, she was interrupted by Tan Siwei. He said seriously, "Your face is so pale and you've been sweating. Why don't you feel uncomfortable? Don't worry, it won't take much time. I'll bring it to you now! "
Tan Siwei went and came back quickly. He brought the plum soup for Ning Shu, but he himself ran back and forth in the hot weather. His face was covered with sweat. Ning Shu was unable to reject such a thoughtful gesture. She smiled gratefully. "Thank you for your kind intentions."
Faced with Ning Shu's smile, Tan Siwei's heart blushed. A faint blush spread from his cheeks to his earlobes. His eyes became brighter with joy. "No, you're welcome. I'm happy to be able to help you."
He hurriedly poured a bowl of plum soup from the pot and handed the porcelain bowl to Ning Shu. Before she could take it, another unromantic hand snatched the porcelain bowl away.
"Hey, Huimo?"
Hui Mo sneered and looked at him: "Now the situation in the capital is treacherous. Your plum soup has been left outside. Who knows if it has been tampered with. Let me test the poison for Miss Ning!" Then he gulped down the soup, not leaving a single drop. Then he wiped his mouth.
Tan Siwei was speechless and could only pour another bowl. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Hui Mo halfway.
No matter how good-tempered Tan Siwei was, he could not help but frown.
Hui Mo was thick-skinned and said righteously: "Some poisons are added several times. If you drink a small amount at one time, you won't be able to detect it. Let me try another bowl!"
After two bowls of soup, Hui Mo's stomach was full of water. He burped loudly.
Tan Siwei poured the soup again. He wanted to snatch it away again, but he saw Ning Shu's face was cold this time. Hui Mo was stiff and felt guilty. He had to withdraw his hand resentfully. He pouted his lips and shrank himself to the corner.
Tan Siwei bent his eyebrows and continued to pour the soup. He did not expect that the water stopped when he poured half a bowl. He opened the pot and found that it was empty. Tan Siwei was embarrassed.
Ning Shu did not know whether to laugh or cry. She took the small bowl of soup and said: "It's okay. I'm not thirsty. This is enough. Although the plum soup is small, the taste is excellent. It's not sour, and it's sweet but not greasy. It's best to relieve the heat in summer. Shaoqing, you are so considerate. "
Tan Siwei's voice was like the wind blowing under a leaf: "As long as you like it."
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