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Catcher Wang asked the police to take away the drunken man first, then signaled Ning Yin and the other two to go aside first, and said in a calm tone: "The county magistrate has already told me this morning that there may indeed be an insider in the Chen residence. Thieves, but without any evidence, I am afraid it will be difficult for the Chen family to agree to our repeated visits to investigate."

The backyard of the Chen Mansion is full of women's family members. It's okay for the government to send people to investigate the case once or twice. If there is no evidence, they will always come to the door with just one mouth. After a long time, the Chen Mansion will feel dissatisfied.

Qian Qianqian: "There are indeed strange things in the Chen Mansion, so we can't just ignore them because there is no evidence, right? Is it possible that the Chen Mansion can still be bigger than the government?"

Before Catcher Wang could speak, the young and old police officers who followed him couldn't help retorting: "If there is no conclusive evidence to say that the Chen family is weird, if the Chen family refuses to cooperate, who of us can take responsibility?" ?”

Qian Qianqian said confidently: "They are not willing to cooperate with the investigation, so there must be..."

"Quiet." Ning Yin couldn't bear it anymore.

Qian Qianqian was not reconciled, but seeing the tense atmosphere, he had no choice but to shut up and dare not say any more.

Wang Butou pretended not to see anything: "The matter of Chen's residence has not progressed yet, but the drunk man we just took away, if nothing else happens, he should know Miss Chen San."

Wang Butou's words were just speculation, but from the drunken man's words, everyone knew that the dead Miss Chen San must have known that man—or, the drunk man should be Miss Chen San's lover.

After thinking about it, Ning Yin finally made up her mind to tell Catcher Wang what she heard and saw near the sweet-scented osmanthus tree last night.

Catcher Wang's eyes lit up: "Are you sure that girl's name is Butterfly?"

"I'm sure."

Wang Butou deliberately lowered his voice and said: "Miss Chen's personal maid is called Die Die. According to what you said, Miss Chen and her maid must have a little understanding of the deaths of her two younger sisters."

The mystery in Ning Yin's heart was clear: "Perhaps, the silver hairpin in Miss Chen's room should have been left by Miss Chen on purpose to show us the way."

The policeman on one side interjected, "What way?"

Qian Qianqian snorted angrily, apparently dissatisfied, but pricked up his ears to listen.

Wang Butou agreed with Ning Yin's opinion: "Nine out of ten. But the question now is, how to ask Miss Chen if she knows about her two younger sisters?"

Ning Yin couldn't help it.

A few people were worrying, and a policeman hurried out from the corner of the street, and the policeman ran to Wang Butou's side, and after saying hello, he gasped and said, "Brother Wang, something happened to Chen's house again, the county Ling is here, let you go too."

"Who has an accident?" Wang Butou's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oops, it must be Miss Chen's accident, right?"

Ning Yin was also confused for a moment.

The policeman who hurried over nodded and said, "Yes, but she is fine, it's just... that she received two clay dolls."

Wang Butou frowned: "What's so surprising about clay dolls?"

"... Each of the two clay dolls hides a lock of hair and ten bloody nails," the policeman said, "The county magistrate asked the maids of the two ladies to identify them. One belongs to Miss Chen Er and the other belongs to Miss Chen San."

Wang Butou's face suddenly changed: "The murderer must be too daring!"

Saying that, Catcher Wang rushed towards the Chen Mansion, followed by two policemen, Ning Yin, Qian Qian and four others.

Qian Qianqian asked Ning Yin in a low voice: "This incident is really big enough."

"The murderer did this either because he was crazy, or because he was confident that he would not be caught." Ning Yin said thoughtfully, "You will find out later, where did Miss Chen find the clay doll?"

Qianqian snorted, "It's on me."

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