Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

"You mean, you heard Miss Jiang say with your own ears that she married the scholar just to find out the murderer of Jiang Miao?"

In the backyard, Andy and Leng Qingqing were squatting on the grass, playing with grass stalks out of boredom.

Huo Yanheng held a lollipop in his hand and ate it. He stood aside obediently and listened to the conversation of the two adults with his ears slightly moving.

Andy guessed:

"The words came from her mouth, but they may not be true. Let me tell you the news I heard from the Yamen."

By exchanging information, the two integrated the following points.

1. The scholar likes gambling, and the second lady also knows this.

2. Before the second lady died, the two had a quarrel.

3. Mr. Jiang’s attitude towards Wet Nurse Zhou is unusual.

It seems that I found some useful information, but I can't organize it at all.

As for the breakthrough point...

Leng Qingqing felt that eavesdropping was still an important part.

Especially Tang Xiaoman targeted her, not wanting her to get information, and would secretly tell other guests some information.

"I saw the scholar today, but I didn't talk to him." Leng Qingqing punched his fist, what a pity.

Andy: "I went to his house today. When I mentioned Miss Jiang Er, his expression suddenly changed and he kicked me out."

Leng Qingqing looked at her.

"The scholar must know something."

Maybe he was there.

Andy added: "My colleague told me that Miss Jiang Er seems to have marks of blunt force trauma on her forehead."

Then she showed a picture.

Leng Qing glanced at it: "Who drew it for you?"

"My colleague is a head catcher." Andy said.

Leng Qingqing looked at the picture and took a slow breath, "...a nose and two nostrils bigger than the eyes. The painting is very soulful."

Of course, the most important thing that cannot be ignored is the scar on the forehead of the person in the portrait.

——Because the scars were made using real people’s scars.

Holding this peerless painting in a deserted state, Bengbu was stunned.

"...This mark could have been caused by something." She pointed at the scar: "You can't tell what the murder weapon is at first glance, but is there... oil around it?"

There is a faint layer of oil next to the scar where the villain was raped, but it is not the kind of oil you see every day.

wrong……

"It's not oil, it's wax!"

Leng Qingqing touched the painting, and there was a touch of oil on her fingertips. She asked, "Have you ever touched this painting?"

Andy made a fuss: "How dare I touch it? I came here as soon as I got it."

Leng Qingqing showed her his finger and said, "touch it and see what it is."

"Wax oil? Candles?" Andy also felt that the people on the program team were really talented, and they actually thought of this method to tell the guests key information.

Leng Qingqing looked serious: "No, it's a candlestick!"

It was a dark, windy night with only a few stars in the sky.

Tonight, the guests will rest directly in the film and television city.

Because the task is still in progress.

If the guests fail to complete the task when the time comes, the winner can only be determined based on the task progress of each team, and finally the director will reveal the correct murderer.

The night wind blew by, and a figure fell from the wall of Jiang Mansion's backyard.

In addition to the sound of people falling to the ground, there was also the sound of gold and jade rings colliding, and a soft female voice complained, "There are so many things on my head, it's crushing me to death."

After saying that, Bai Dan rubbed his arms and whispered to the wall: "No one is there, come quickly."

Then Julie, Jiang Shi, and Tian Tian were hugged by her one by one.

In the darkness, Bai Dan suddenly felt as if someone was staring at him.

She slowly raised her head.

Three black shadows in the distance stared at her faintly.

Before she could scream, one of them came over. The cold moonlight outlined the outline of her eyebrows. Who else could she be if she wasn't deserted?

Bai Dan: "Good, what a coincidence."

Leng Qingqing took her hand and led her up: "What a coincidence, we have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Not long after, Jiang Tianqiong also climbed over the wall secretly and was caught by them.

The guest team is assembled again.

Except for one person, Zhou Yuanlong.

Bai Dan hesitated and said, "Should we call him?"

Everyone remembered that last time netizens accused all the guests of isolating Zhou Yuanlong, a Hong Kong artist.

Although there is no such thing, it is best to avoid being mouthed as much as possible.

Leng Qingqing glanced at the director's expression: "You guys wait here, I'll go there."

However, there was no sign of Zhou Yuanlong in the bedroom.

Only Zhou Xiaoxi was sleeping soundly.

Where did Zhou Yuanlong go? On the way back, Leng Qingqing kept thinking about this matter.

During the day today, Zhou Yuanlong has been sneaking around, there must be something wrong.

The guests sneaked into the mourning hall, and sure enough, Master Jiang walked in not long after.

He closed the door, stared at his daughter's coffin on the stage, and said nothing for a long time.

His face was hidden in the large shadows, and Leng Qingqing, who was hiding behind the pillar, couldn't see his expression clearly.

"You, unfilial daughter, have brought shame on my Jiang family. You should be satisfied now!"

In the silence, Mr. Jiang suddenly got angry and scolded his daughter bloody. It seemed that he came here tonight just to vent his anger.

"Your mother and I never expected you to be as good as your sister, but even if you can be one-tenth as good as her! You are such a wolf-hearted thing, your mother, me, your sister, who don't help you clean up all day long? What a mess? Your sister, a noble lady, is going to marry a poor boy because of you. Is this all your conspiracy? You just don’t think well of our whole family!"

Mr. Jiang was so angry that he pushed down the altar table and spilled the fruit cakes all over the floor.

Several people looked at each other secretly.

It seems that Mr. Jiang doesn't like Jiang Miao. It's true.

He was not welcomed while alive, and even in death he was scolded.

But just when they were about to leave, Mr. Jiang lowered his head and started crying, which sounded quite sad.

"You are an unfilial daughter. You just left your father and left. Aren't you just a man? Your father has already promised you. What else are you dissatisfied with? Huh?"

"Who is the murderer? Even if you give Dad a dream -"

"My poor Miaomiaowa——"

Mr. Jiang's wails resounded throughout the sky above the mourning hall, with a wail that was more rhythmic than an air-raid siren.

For a time, the lonely and gloomy mourning hall came to life with his shouts, and Miss Jiang was scared away when she came.

Everyone: "..."

Leng Qingqing: "..."

it is good……

What a sharp mouth but a soft heart.