I am a god in script killing

Chapter 11 The Traitor's Game (10)

The old man was called up in the middle of the night, and the bodyguards, butler and servants of the family gathered together.

In the center is a corpse covered in a white cloth.

Everyone held their breath and watched Su Ziyu check it over. When he stood up, he shook his head at the old man.

"Steward! Steward!! What's going on?!"

The old man coughed a few times excitedly, panting heavily, the housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man: "Patriarch, please don't get excited, please take care of yourself."

"Patriarch, let's find out who killed the third master first." Su Ziyu intervened, attracting attention.

"Yes, you are right," the old man breathed slowly, "Ziyu, look, look!"

Su Ziyu nodded, and then pulled back the white cloth to check the deceased's heart - the place where the knife penetrated, causing a fatal wound.

Then he stretched out his fingers and stabbed the wound in the heart, and slowly pulled out the knife stuck in the heart after the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.

"Butler, handkerchief."

Wearing thin black leather gloves, Su Ziyu reached for a handkerchief from the housekeeper, and put the delicate knife on it.

After wiping off the blood, Su Ziyu handed the thumb-sized knife to Su Feng: "Patriarch, this is the one who killed the third master."

"This small knife?!" Su Feng stretched out his hand, and even dropped his walking stick to the ground. Without even looking at it, he quickly took the small knife, "This knife is... this knife is—"

"You gave Su Xingmu a gift for his birthday," Su Ziyu stated the fact calmly, "The handle of the red agate knife is carved in sterling silver in the shape of a cobra, a unique Roman product."

"That's right, that's right," Su Feng's hands trembled, the grief of losing his son made the old man who had lived his whole life unable to control himself, "Why is Su Xingmu's knife here? Hasn't he come back yet?!"

"Master, come home," the housekeeper said softly, carefully soothing, "The fourth young master is back, and he came back overnight."

"He's back?!" Su Feng was stunned, and then asked, "Why did he come back, what about others?! Why didn't he report back!"

"Because it's too late, Patriarch."

A clear voice sounded from the crowd, and everyone consciously made way for them.

Bo Jun stood beside Su Xingmu, watching him walk to the center step by step:

"So I didn't go to greet you, I wanted to wait until tomorrow morning."

"Really, then have you met your third uncle?" Su Feng calmed down a little, "Tell me what's going on with this knife."

"We met and chatted for a few words. The conversation was okay. As for the knife-"

Su Xingmu sneered a little: "My knife is long gone. I fell into the river during a mission. Grandpa—"

Su Xingmu's tone became heavier, and he bit his words and looked at Su Ziyu: "Don't you know?"

"Can you chat with your third uncle?" Su Feng grasped the point and turned to look at the butler, "Did you see him talking with the third uncle?"

"Yes, Patriarch, I saw it." The housekeeper hesitated, "But Fourth Young Master and Third Master..."

"Say it directly!" Su Feng said angrily.

"Yes," the housekeeper lowered his head, "The fourth young master and the third master got into a fight not long after they met. They had a very serious quarrel, and we didn't know anything about it in the end. I didn't stay long, and the third master asked me to leave."

"We were just bickering a little bit, how could we kill people?"

Su Xingmu sneered: "Besides, if I kill someone, will you see me? And I said that my knife is gone, already—"

"We don't know if there is one or not," Su Ziyu said, and looked at Su Xingmu, "It's just your one-sided statement, and you not only came back early today, but also crawled into the eldest lady's room from outside, don't you suspect it?"

"You think I'm stupid?" Su Xingmu was overwhelmed by this anger, "Do I need to leave such a big opening for myself?!"

"Reverse thinking is not impossible." Su Ziyu smiled.

Su Xing smiled angrily: "You—"

"enough!"

The old man interrupted the two of them angrily, hitting the ground with his cane.Only then did Su Xingmu and Su Ziyu calm down, each took a step back and stopped talking.

The scene was calm for a moment, and Su Feng said helplessly and tiredly:
"What time are you guys still bickering?"

Su Ziyu lowered his head slightly, and Su Xingmu turned his head slightly.

"Xingmu, what are you doing in Jiulan's room?" the old man asked.

"I came back from a mission, so I wanted to see my sister, so what's the big deal?" Su Xingmu looked at the eldest lady who had been watching, "Sister Jiulan, what do you think?"

Bo Jun didn't answer.

Su Xingmu frowned, subconsciously pinched his palms: "Sister Jiulan?"

Bo Jun, who had been collecting script information, looked up and saw Su Ziyu's deep eyes, and seemed to hesitate to speak, but finally turned his head away.

He seemed nervous, but still chose to indulge.

Bo Jun was silent for a moment, and finally spoke under the eyes of everyone:
"I do not know."

(End of this chapter)