Feng Fuce imdiately arranged for Lei Hu to investigate these deceased people after he left Yanyu Building, to see if they were connected to Bai Zhi’er.
Who would have thought, upon investigation, he indeed discovered.
These people all sowhat knew Bai Zhi’er or were related to her.
Aside from Liu Qianfang and An Suzhu, there were three other deceased.
The first deceased did not know Bai Zhi’er but uttered so bad words about the Princess.
The second was a scholar from Fengchao Mansion.
The third was a porter who had a brief dispute with Bai Zhi’er on the street two days ago.
After Feng Fuce learned about these things, he was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Where are the corpses kept?"
Lei Hu quickly replied, "In the Yizhuang in the west of the city."
Feng Fuce imdiately took a step, "Let’s go see."
He led a team of Xiu Luo Envoy to the place, and the forensic doctor in charge of the corpses hurriedly led Feng Fuce to the backyard.
Uncovering the white cloth revealed the skinned corpses.
Chu Ping felt a bit sick looking at it, and had to turn away.
Feng Fuce, however, showed no avoidance or fear.
His cold eyes examined all three bodies.
"They weren’t killed by the sa person," Feng Fuce said decisively.
Chu Ping, covering his nose, asked in surprise, "How did the Marquis know?"
Feng Fuce pointed to the connection of bones and flesh at the wrist.
"According to Liu Qianfang and An Suzhu’s thod of death, i Ying was very careful in peeling off the skin, as if intentionally wanting to keep the human skin intact, fearing damage."
"But these three, it seems to have been ripped off directly, quickly and cleanly, and after the skin adhesion, the killer forcibly removed it again."
"It looks as if he deliberately imitated i Ying’s thod."
Chu Ping stared, "Why would he do that? Could it be he wants everyone to think it’s i Ying’s doing?"
Feng Fuce nodded, "Hmm, can’t rule out that possibility."
Chu Ping angrily said, "This person is absolutely insane!"
Feng Fuce raised his eyes, his gaze cold and insightful, "Perhaps it’s not necessarily a person."
He walked towards the outside.
Chu Ping was montarily stunned, before quickly catching up, "Marquis! Don’t scare , I’m a coward, and I have to patrol tonight!"
In the evening, light snow gently drifted down.
Feng Fuce heard that Bai Zhi’er went to his mansion and invited him back.
Thus, he didn’t have ti to change out of his official robe, imdiately riding a horse and treading through the snow dust to leave.
Chu Ping chased for two steps, finally waving his hand, "Tch, with the Princess, he’s forgotten about the main task."
By the ti Feng Fuce hurried back to the mansion, the sky was already darkening.
The night was deep, the light snow spun and fell with the wind.
Under the main hall corridor, Bai Zhi’er sat on the steps, holding her face.
Beside her was a stove, bubbling with heat.
Her dark, round eyes revealed a hint of confusion.
The little one focused intently on a stone covered by thin snow.
If Brother Fu Ce really is the Demon Lord, what should she do? Catch him?
But what if she can’t beat him ah?
The servants in the mansion were all instructed by Bai Zhi’er to set off fireworks.
At this mont, a woman’s voice suddenly sounded outside the Gate—
"Little princess~"
Bai Zhi’er looked up.
She saw "An Suzhu" reveal half of her face, smiling at her direction.
Bai Zhi’er first frowned her little eyebrows, she sensed for a mont, then relaxed her whole body.
"She’s already dead, why are you still imitating her, playing tricks."
i Ying was taken aback.
She said dejectedly, "I knew this skin was no good, not favored by the Princess, I’ll take it off now."
i Ying hid behind the wall.
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