After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Meng Qisui reached out and lifted the white cloth on the maid's head. He saw obvious marks of strangulation, new wounds overlapping old ones, and obvious signs of abuse. The death was very miserable.

Meng Qisui couldn't help but frown. He covered the body with the white cloth again, stood up, and said to Li Shiliu, "I will ask the people from the Dali Temple to carry the body back for an autopsy to see if we can find any clues."

Li Shiliu nodded in agreement.

Meng Qisui then asked, "Where is the maid who is still alive?"

"In the side room, please follow me, Lord Meng." Li Shiliu brought Meng Qisui to the door of the side room.

Li Shiliu gently pushed open the door and saw a pale, wounded maid lying on the bed, her eyes terrified and confused. Li Shiliu walked to the bedside and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, this is Lord Meng from the Dali Temple, he is here to help us investigate the case."

Meng Qisui looked at the poor maid whose face had been disfigured on the bed. Even though it was covered with silk cloth, most of her face was still horrible. He knew that this maid had experienced a terrible torture, but fortunately she survived.

He walked to the bed and asked gently, "Girl, how do you feel now? Can you tell us what happened?"

The maid looked up with a look of horror on her face, her eyes full of tears, and she said hesitantly with trembling lips: "I........"

Meng Qisui frowned and thought to himself, it seems that this maid does know something, but she just doesn't dare to say it out loud.

Li Shiliu did not stay for long. She motioned for Franklin to stay here with Lord Meng to question the poor maid. Then she turned around and quietly walked out of the room. Looking at a pair of shoes exposed behind the pillars of the corridor not far away, she sneered and said, "Since you are here, don't hide. What does it mean to be sneaky?"

A slightly thin and frail man walked out from behind the pillar with an embarrassed look on his face. He lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into Li Shiliu's eyes.

Li Shiliu, who was not in a good mood, sneered and said, "Tong Wenjie, didn't you go on duty early in the morning?

Why did you return home so early today?"

Tong Wenjie coughed awkwardly and explained simply, "During the holiday a few days ago, a colleague had something happen at home, so he swapped two days of duty with me, so I was able to rest these few days." After saying that, he couldn't help but glance at the room just now, and then bravely asked, "Was that Lord Meng Qisui, the Minister of the Dali Temple?"

"Exactly."

"Why did Lord Meng come here?"

Upon hearing that the notorious court villain Meng Qisui, the Minister of Dali Temple, showed up in his home, Tong Wenjie's heart instinctively tightened, he swallowed, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

Li Shiliu replied, "When I counted the servants in the mansion today, I found that there have been more than a dozen escaped slaves in the mansion over the past six months, and a murder case has also occurred, so I asked Lord Meng to come and investigate."

As she spoke, she glanced at the body of the maid, which was covered with a white cloth and lying in the middle of the yard.

Tong Wenjie followed Li Shiliu's gaze and realized that there was a dead body in the middle of the yard. His legs suddenly felt weak and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Dead...someone is dead?" Tong Wenjie's face turned as pale as paper, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.