My wife is not a demon

"Was your husband there when you left?"

Mrs. Li shook her head: "No, my official is a driver, and he was still soliciting customers at that time."

"What was your husband doing when you came back?"

"Cleaning the carriage, he just came back from pulling the guests."

Silly woman!

Chen Mu rubbed the center of his brows, motioned for Zhang Awei to take her aside, and looked at Li's husband:

"So, at that time, your niece told you to go to Yuncun?"

"Yes, she told me herself."

The man nodded vigorously.

His name is Mu Erhe, and he is Mu Xianger's uncle. He is 43 years old and has no heirs.

"About what time."

"At [-] o'clock in Shenshi, I saw her going out as soon as I came back from attracting customers. I asked her where she was going, and she said that she was going to be a guest at a friend's house in Yuncun, and she would come back tomorrow. At that time, I reminded her to be careful on the road. ..."

Mu Erhe shed tears, his body trembling with sobbing.

Chen Mu patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Did you know that crocodiles can shed tears?"

Chapter 18 Remnants of the world!

"What are you talking about? Xiaomin... I don't understand."

Mu Erhe looked bewildered.

The innocent emotion in the eyes is like that of a child.

Chen Mu waved to Zhang Awei, whispered something in his ear, the latter nodded and hurriedly left the courtyard.

"Mu Erhe, how often do you meet your niece?"

Chen Mu asked.

Mu Erhe was stunned for a moment, then he replied, "It's rare to see each other, and the last time I met was years ago. After all, I'm very busy in this line of work, and I don't have much contact with big brothers and others on weekdays."

"How is your relationship with your elder brother's family on weekdays?"

"This..." Mu Erhe hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly, "To tell you the truth, my lord, in fact, my relationship with elder brother and his family is very ordinary."

"Is there any revenge?" Chen Mu stared at him.

Sensen's gaze seemed to see through everything, which gave the other party a great sense of oppression.

Mu Erhe quickly waved his hands: "That's not true, they are brothers after all, how could they be enemies."

"How is your relationship with your wife?"

"It's... pretty good."

"pretty good?"

Chen Mu saw some old scars on his face, neck and chest, which were obviously scratched by nails, and snorted coldly, "It's pretty good."

Obviously, the couple often quarreled and their relationship was not harmonious.

And Mu Erhe is still on the weak side.

Chen Mu casually asked a few seemingly insignificant questions, and Zhang Awei, who had left earlier, rushed back and handed him a simple record.

"Boss, it's basically true."

"Thanks a lot."

Chen Mu took over the transcript.

After reading it, he stared at Mu Erhe again, his tone was completely gone from the gentleness before, and was as cold as a knife:

"The second day of June, when did you go home!"

Sensing the menacing force, Mu Erhe trembled, and forced an ugly smile: "My lord, Xiaomin just said that Shenshi returned home at three o'clock."

Because of the man's nervousness, the clothes tightly clenched in his hands seemed to be torn at any moment.

His forehead was even more sweaty.

There was a sneer on the corner of Chen Mu's lips, and he shook the note in his hand: "But a neighbor saw your carriage appearing at the door of the house at the moment of Shen Shi."

Mu Erhe trembled:

"Maybe... Maybe Xiaomin remembered wrongly."

"Oh, I misremembered. Then why, after half a stick of incense, did you go out in the carriage again?"

Mu Erhe's face turned pale.

With trembling lips, he stammered, "I... I... By the way, I'm here to pick up something."

"Get what?"

"Wheel... There is something wrong with the wheel. I'm here to find tools to fix it. Yes, yes, I'm here to repair the car."

Mu Erhe's speech speed began to speed up, and his voice became a little louder.

It seems to be deliberately emphasizing authenticity.

"No, as a car rental driver, I often encounter problems with the car, so I always bring tools. Why do you keep the tools at home?"

"I...I...I..."

"Did I just forget that day?" Chen Mu gave a reason.

"exactly……"

At this time, Mu Erhe, who was already in a state of confusion, nodded quickly, and explained with a dry smile, "I'm getting older, and sometimes I often forget things."

Sweat fell like rain.

Smudges were drawn on the man's dark cheeks.

Although he tried his best to keep calm, everyone present could see the panic in his heart.