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Chapter 903: Identity of the deceased

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    Yan Wanxi glanced at him, blinked her watery eyes, spread her hands and said, "I don't know, that's a matter for your government."

    Xing Zhimo didn¡¯t ask again.

    The two talked for a while and then saw Zuo Xia walking over.

    "Miss Yan, sir, we found it." Zuo Xia greeted the two of them and continued: "The deceased was the shopkeeper of the Jade Restaurant."

    Yan Wanxi curled her lips slightly, crossed her arms across her chest, and said lazily, "That's really fun."

    Xing Zhimo also looked thoughtful, looking at the body still parked in Shili Pavilion.

    "What's this man's name? Are there anyone else at home?" After an unknown amount of time, Xing Zhimo asked.

    "This person's name is Liu Dafu, and he has an old mother at home who has not yet married." Zuo Xia briefly told them what he had found out.

    "Oh, by the way, he hasn't been home for a long time. His old mother makes a living by sewing and mending for others, so she doesn't pay much attention to her son." Zuo Xia continued to add.

    Xing Zhimo nodded and said, "Then he is dead and no one in their restaurant is looking for him?"

    This is what Xing Zhimo finds strange.

    Yan Wanxi also raised her eyebrows and said, "What if he doesn't go to the restaurant often? It's not surprising that he didn't go that day."

    Zuo Xia nodded and said: "It's just like what Miss Yan said. This person is a lazy person, and he is also addicted to gambling. He often goes to gambling houses when the restaurant is open, so the people in the restaurant,  I didn't think there was anything strange.

    ¡°It was a waiter from their restaurant who came with me just now, and after identifying the man, I found out that it was really their shopkeeper Liu.  "

    "Oh? Where is the waiter?" Yan Wanxi was even more curious about the waiter.

    ¡°It¡¯s right over there.¡± Zuo Xia pointed at a young man standing next to a group of government officials.

    Yan Wanxi looked in the direction he pointed and recognized that person was one of the waiters who had been staring at them when they went to eat that day.

    However, the waiter looked very normal at this time, and the fear on his face did not seem to be fake. Compared with the gloomy look that day, this one seemed real.

    "Let's go over and have a look." Xing Zhimo said.

    Yan Wanxi had no objection and followed him and walked over.

    However, when they walked next to the waiter, they smelled the pungent smell on his body that day, with a hint of rancid smell, mixed with a faint fragrance.

    This made Yan Wanxi frown involuntarily.

    Yan Wanxi glanced at the people standing by, but they seemed to have not smelled the smell, and their expressions were normal.

    "Are you the waiter at the Jade Restaurant?" Xing Zhimo asked.

    When the waiter heard the sound, he looked towards them. His expression was dull for a moment, but he soon returned to normal.

    He nodded and said: "Yes, I am the waiter working at Jade. Who are you?"

    Zuo Xia said from the side: "This is our young prince."

    When the waiter heard the word Shaoqing, he was slightly startled, but he quickly came to his senses and said, "It turns out to be your lord! My lord, you have to seek justice for our shopkeeper! He died so tragically!"

    When Xing Zhimo heard what he said, he didn't react at all. He just asked lightly: "When was the last time you saw him?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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