"There is blood on it." Xiaoli said.

Hua Jingyao was far away and could only see the cloth strip, but could not see the blood on it. Hua Yukun stood closer. He saw the strokes exposed on the cloth strip and said, "It's not blood, it's a word."

"Yes," Hua Jingyao smiled and said, "This cat has a master, maybe it's written on it, such as the Li Mansion in the Washington Mansion or something."

"No, this is blood, it is blood..." Xiaoli corrected.

Xiaoli said it was blood?

Hua Jingyao put away her smile and looked solemn. She forgot that there might be fleas on the cat. She walked over quickly and looked at the cloth strips on the cat's neck carefully. The cloth strips were tied to a dead buckle, which was folded and tied around the cat's neck. She could only see the strokes on it, but she could not see the complete words.

"Xiao Ai, come and find a pair of scissors." Hua Jingyao was instantly inspired.

After a while, Hua Jingyao was so shocked with the cut cloth strip.

The cloth strip is very dirty, and it is no longer obvious whether it was originally white or gray. There are two words "Help" written on it.

The cloth strip was folded and tied to the cat's neck. Therefore, Xiaoli and Hua Yukun only saw the strokes at first, cut the cloth strips and spread them flat so that they could clearly see what was written.

"Help?" Hua Yukun suddenly remembered Chen Wen and was startled. He felt that he was thinking too much. Although Chen Juren killed his wife, he was not here. If he was fussing, he might even scare Yaoyao. He smiled and said, "I don't know which child was playing tricks and writing randomly. Look at this word, he didn't even have a pen to write. He was obviously a young boy who just knew how to write."

Hua Jingyao's eyes did not blink, staring at the strip of cloth. When she heard her father's words, she slowly shook her head: "This word is not well written because it was written in blood after biting her fingers."

"What?" Hua Yukun was really shocked by his daughter's words. He was stunned and picked up the cloth strip and looked carefully, but he couldn't see anything. "Yaoyao, don't scare yourself. These are just two words. How could it be written in blood? Xiao Ai, throw away this rooster."

Hua Yukun said, and was about to hand over the cloth strip to Xiao Ai, but Xiao Ai shivered for a moment and did not dare to throw his hand to pick it up.

"Master, why don't Xiaoli smell it anymore? What if it was written in blood?" She watched her girl solve two cases. When the girl asked her to steal the coffin of the fifth girl, the fifth girl was really poisoned to death. When the girl met Miss Chen outside Zhelu Lane, Miss Chen was really killed. Now the girl said that the words on it were written in blood. Will someone die again? Besides, Xiaoli's nose, alas, since Xiaoli had Xiaoli, Xiaoli didn't dare to steal food.

"It's blood, it must be blood." Before Hua Yukun could ask questions, Xiaoli rushed to say.

"Dad, I have seen dried blood words, which are the color. Besides, the body built by Juren Chen in the kang hole was smelled by Xiaoli."

As soon as Hua Jingyao finished speaking, the strip of cloth fell from Hua Yukun's hand, yes, his hands trembled.

Hua Jingyao was helpless. She tiptoed and patted her father's shoulder to show comfort. Dad, just be responsible for the beauty. Leave these dirty, tiring and rough work to my daughter.

"Qingyu, please help my father into the house and rest. Is there any pearl foam? Stop the shock of my father." Hua Jingyao shouted.

Hua Yukun then reacted, blushed and scolded: "Nonsense, Daddy doesn't have to worry about it. Daddy just thinks that cloth strip is too dirty, well, too dirty."

Hua Jingyao wanted to laugh but held back. If she couldn't laugh, would her father want to be face-saving?

At this moment, Shi Ding came in from outside and greeted Hua Yukun. Shi Ding said to Hua Jingyao: "Girl, I asked the young man, the Chen family, no, it's the Liu family now, the house of the Liu family is not for rent, it's for sale."

"The customer just now bought the house?" Hua Jingyao asked.

"No," Shi Ding shook his head into a rattle, "How can it be so easy to sell? It costs ten thousand taels of silver, Yaman said, it would be good to sell it at this time next year."

Hua Jingyao was also shocked and said, "Can the house be sold for 10,000 taels? Liu is crazy about money, she is not short of money."

"No, the wife of the Liu family sold not only this house, but also the things in the house. Let's put it this way, the decorations in the house were all left behind, and even pots and pans were not taken away. It was a water-like yellow flower pear. The man said that there were three sets of thirty-six-head porcelain, all of which were the best pastel and sweet white porcelain. By the way, even the sedan chairs were available."

Hua Jingyao understood that Liu didn't want to see everything in this house again.

She changed her son's surname and cut off all her past with the Chen family. Even the house where the four of her family once lived and used items were not allowed.

"Every inch of land in Ganshiqiao is worth every inch, and even if you have money, you can't buy a good house. A house with those decorations is not much sold for 10,000 taels. However, no matter how good the things are, they are old and used by others. Since you can take out so much money, why not have new ones and don't have time to buy ready-made ones?" Hua Jingyao said.

"Old things have the benefits of old things, and children don't understand them." Hua Yukun sighed a little. The Chen Juren wrote a good hand, but his moral character was so corrupt. He was so sorry for his hand who could only write.

Her beautiful father was sad about the wind and autumn, but Hua Jingyao's thoughts returned to the bloody strip of cloth.

"There are burrs on the cloth strips, and irregular burrs are not cut with scissors, but torn off with hands."

"Although this cloth is very dirty, it is a good Songjiang three-pass cloth. Songjiang three-pass cloth is more expensive than Hangzhou silk and is mostly used to make middle clothes. People who can wear this kind of middle clothes will definitely not be poor."

"The cloth strip is tied to the cat's neck. Although this cat is cute, it is very dirty. It should be a stray cat. There are eight out of ten people who write, and ninety-nine are not its owner."

"I've seen this cat four times, once in the alley and twice on the wall. Today is the fourth time. This cat is usually active in this nearby, so the person who asks for help must be in the place where the cat often goes."

"Stray cats can eat foods given by people, but they won't let people pick them up. This person can tie a cloth strip around the cat's neck, and the little raccoon can pick it up just now, which means that the cat has always been close to people. Either it has a super good personality and is approachable and good cat, or it has its own owner, and it has long been used to being hugged and touched by people. Based on the valuable experience I have gained by being caught by cats countless times, I tend to be the latter. This cat once had a master."

"Xiao Li, if you smell it again, is the bloody smell on it fresh?"
Chapter completed!