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Chapter 334 This is true

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    Early the next morning, Yan Wanxi went directly to the government office. As soon as she arrived at the street near the government office, she saw Xing Zhimo coming towards her.

    "Good morning, master." Xing Zhimo greeted her with a smile when he saw her.

    When Yan Wanxi heard this title, she thought of what happened last night and felt a little uncomfortable. However, seeing that Xing Zhimo didn't look embarrassed at all, she felt relieved and said with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. Xing."

    Xing Zhimo saw her discomfort just now, the smile in his eyes became even bigger, and he followed her into the Yamen.

    "This is what the pair of shoes I saw yesterday looked like." Yan Wanxi took out a piece of paper from her bag, which she drew last night.

    Xing Zhimo took the paper and looked at it, but the expression on his face did not change.

    Zou Nan on the side also leaned over to take a look and said, "This pattern seems a bit familiar."

    "Have you seen it?" Yan Wanxi looked at Zou Nan and asked.

    "Well, I should have seen it before, but I can't remember it." Zou Nan scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly.

    Xing Zhimo gave him a cold look, saying it was the same as not saying it!

    Yan Wanxi reached out and picked up the grapes on the table, stuffed them into her mouth, and said vaguely: "It doesn't matter, you will find out if you go and check it out anyway. It's just some embroidery, can it still stump the two adults?"

    The two of them nodded, that was true.

    Zou Nan then set about sending people down to investigate.

    A few days later, there was news about this matter.

    According to what Zou Nan¡¯s men found, this is a very old embroidery workshop in Kyoto, called Jinxiu Workshop. This Jinxiu Workshop has been in existence for almost a hundred years.

    Therefore, many dignitaries went there to make patterns. Although they were not as beautiful as those made by the embroiderers in the palace, the patterns were not much different. It was just that the fabrics they used were a little different.

    "The style painted by Wanxi should have been popular ten years ago. I have seen my mother wearing clothes with such patterns before. No wonder it looks so familiar to me!" Zou Nan held up the one painted by Yan Wanxi.  Tricks, said.

    "But, according to what you said, aren't there a lot of these patterns in Kyoto? Then wouldn't the one I drew be of no use at all?" Yan Wanxi was a little frustrated. Originally, she thought that she should be able to find this pattern based on the pattern.  The person behind it, but now it seems a bit difficult to handle.

    "No, with this, we have a direction. At least, we know that the ghosts who imprisoned Jiang Yushu must be rich or noble people, and they are also women!" Xing Zhimo said.

    Yan Wanxi nodded, "That's true."

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    Liu San is in his fifties this year and is a watchman. He is responsible for keeping watch near Liuping Lane.

    It was already five o'clock in the morning, and he was walking on the street as usual. In the light of dawn, he saw someone lying in a corner not far away.

    He thought it was a drunkard from some house who got drunk again and fell asleep here, so he wanted to go up and wake him up.

    But as soon as he walked over, he realized something was wrong. He smelled a strong smell of blood.

    When I saw it, I saw that there was a bloodstain on the ground, and the person lying fell to the ground and looked up.

    He saw that the man had his eyes open, the look in his eyes was fear, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

    Seeing this scene, Liu San was so frightened that he lost the drum in his hand and shouted: "Deaddead!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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