The housekeeper in his fifties walked into the inner room and stood in front of the bed, respectfully.

"Have Xiao Jinhua gone?" Zhang Peifeng yawned.

"No, wait for me to get up."

"Call her in."

"yes."

Zhang Peifeng put on a coat, got out of bed with his legs and sat on a rattan chair under the window.

The housekeeper had already soaked a cup of thick Tieguanyin.

"Fourth Master," Xiao Jinhua, who entered the house, seemed to have changed into another person, and she was so heroic that she was not allowed to be bearded.

"How is it?" Zhang Peifeng asked while drinking tea, high above his face, and returned to his original state.

"The doctor is here and has been examined all over his body. There is only one whip on the body that is not fatal. He must have been poisoned by poison. Moreover, the doctor said that his symptoms can be seen by anyone with a little bit of medical knowledge." Xiao Jinhua's eyes were staring at Zhang Peifeng tightly.

Xiao Jinhua knew the owner's habits and hobbies very clearly.

It is the most basic requirement to not ask all questions twice. Otherwise, you can only get out of here.

"Okay, throw him at his doorstep and watch his family find his body before returning." Zhang Peifeng explained with satisfaction.

Xiao Jinhua is his subordinate, and indeed the dancer of Cuiyu Pavilion. After being helped by him at the age of fifteen, he has been following him wholeheartedly.

"Yes, Fourth Master." Xiao Jinhua simply answered and turned around and left.

There are no women who are following Zhang Peifeng who are fascinated by their fourth master, but every woman knows Zhang Peifeng's taboos.

You can spend money outside, do whatever you want, close the door and return home. Mr. Zhang is not close to women and has a cold expression. Who wants to try to seduce him? The same fate, get out!

Before the sun set, someone threw a sack at the entrance of Zhujiayuan, which happened to block the gate.

The old lady of the Zhu family went out with a cane and almost tripped up in a sack.

"Who did what he did is so unethical." Old Mrs. Zhu hit the ground hard with a crutch in her hand, making a thudding sound.

"Mom, what happened?" Zhu Changming walked out of the yard and grabbed his mother's arm.

"Look at what's in it?" The old lady's crutch poked into the sack, hard and inelastic.

"Wait, I'll use a pair of scissors to cut the sack." Zhu Changming turned around and entered the yard, took out a pair of scissors, and cut the sack to cut the sack.

The sacks spread out, and Zhu Zhengming's head was exposed outside.

Old Mrs. Zhu's "Ah" scream was heard by many neighbors, including the Zhu family.

Soon, there were many people surrounding the Zhu family.

"Hurry, report to the official quickly." Old Mrs. Zhu, who came back to her senses, directed her son to go to the police station to report the case.

The dead Zhu Zhengming was not her own son, but the son of a concubine who brought her half-life shame. But this concubine gave birth to Zhu Zhengming, the eldest son of the Zhu family. For decades, the mother and son have been overshadowed by their second son. What's even more hateful is that they have to compete for the property of the Zhu family, and were cursed by Mrs. Zhu insulted for decades.

I finally got the retribution today.

Under the shocked face, Old Mrs. Zhu concealed her crazy ecstasy, wishing to laugh, set off firecrackers, and invite opera troupes. She even thought of several ways to celebrate.

However, more and more people were watching, and she wanted to show off to outsiders.

"Oh, my son, who is so cruel to kill you? The white man gave him a black man. How can you live like a mother?" Old Mrs. Zhu sat on the door frame, tugging her throat and began to cry.

Inside the gate, Zhu Zhengming's biological mother received the news and ran all the way to the outside of the door. She saw her son's head exposed outside the sack. She did not breathe and fainted directly next to her son's body.

Zhu Zhengming's father, who arrived later, sat foolishly on the ground, his face as if he was ashen, without saying a word.

In the Zhu family, only Zhu Changming's mother looked normal after crying for a while, and directed the family to deal with sudden natural disasters.

"Get out of the way," the onlookers were shouted out by the police station, and four or five men in police uniforms walked in.

"Check it out." Ordered for a man wearing the rank of sheriff.

"Yes, Sheriff Lee."

After Liu Dacheng escaped, the police station promoted a policeman named Li Jiapeng to serve as the sheriff.

Li Jiapeng walked to the body and watched the forensic doctor examine the body.

"There are bleeding from the seven orifices and there are no fatal scars on the body. It is initially judged that the poison died." The forensic doctor made a preliminary judgment based on his naked eyes only.

Li Jiapeng asked around: "When did the body appear?"

The old lady of the Zhu family cried and recalled: "I went out half an hour ago and my son was already lying here. Master Guan, you want to avenge my son!"

Her face is the face of a drama actress.

Whatever you see, what expressions you have.

Li Jiapeng waved his hand and asked someone to help the old lady away.

After asking some questions at the scene, he ordered Zhu Zhengming's body to be taken back to the police station for detailed inspection.

When several people were about to leave, Li Jiapeng was pulled aside by Zhu Changming who came back with them.

"Sergeant Li, let me tell you an inside story. My brother was captured by the secret service before his death. Do you think they did it?" Zhu Changming said in a low voice.

"How do you know?" Li Jiapeng sneered.

The secret service either blatantly came into the room and caught people directly, or secretly robbed people in private.

The former must have committed a major incident and no one dares to stop him; the latter will not be known at all.

Zhu Changming looked around with guilt, his voice lowered, and only Li Jiapeng heard it: "My brother is suspected of assassinating the former director of the Secret Service. I cannot ignore this crime of extermination and report it to the Secret Service."

Li Jiapeng glanced at him contemptuously, pushed him away, and took his men and carried Zhu Zhengming's body back to the police station.

That night, Zhu Changming was drunk and hugged a woman and then went home excitedly after Yun Chaoyumu.

"Zhu Lao Er, I'm happy. I want to laugh a few times when I'm happy." While singing the tune of the music, he shrugged his shoulders, twisted his butt, shook his waist, and scratched his ears and heads, and was so proud that he was.

From now on, everything in the Zhu family is his, and he doesn't have to look at Zhu Zhengming and his mother's ugly faces.

What else excites him more than this!
Chapter completed!