Sometimes Li Lianhua really wanted to go up and crack open Fang Duobing's head to see what he was thinking. He couldn't even figure out something so obvious, yet he wanted to be a detective—he was a million miles away from that.

Fang Duobing, looking puzzled, went to find a rope and tied up both Guo Huo and Guo Gan. "Find a doctor to check him out and stop the bleeding. Don't let him die. If he doesn't listen, don't blame me for being impolite."

But... don't even think about running away, I'll find you. Go on."

Li Lianxin smiled, and just kept smiling like that. This smile, however, sent chills down the spines of the servants. They grabbed the two bound men and scrambled away. These cowards of theirs didn't even have the courage to consider running away.

After all, she had already said those words, so even if she wanted to run away, that thought had completely disappeared.

"Why did you tie up Young Master Guo as well? He doesn't seem to have anything to do with this." Fang Duobing still doesn't understand why Guo Huo is involved.

Li Lianhua, utterly exasperated, went up to Fang Duobing and gave him a heavy tap on the head before explaining, "The lotus flowers of Cailian Manor have been famous for quite some time now. Look closely at these lotus flowers in the Cailian Pond; they look like this..."

There are so many corpses; it's impossible for them to regenerate in just a few years or months. Do you really think your young master wouldn't know anything after such a long time?"

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but Master Fang, you still need to work on your brain a bit more. You'll have to wait a while before you can become a detective." Li Lianhua tapped his head, then waved his hand as if to say that there was something wrong with his brain. Could Fang Dubing endure this? Obviously not.

Feeling frustrated, she thought, "Li Lianhua, what are you saying? Are you saying I'm mentally ill?!"

"Hey! I didn't say that. You can't possibly blame me for this, can you?"

"Alright, stop fooling around!"

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Next, Li Lianhua took Lianxin and Fang Duobing to Guo Kun's room, while Di Feisheng went back to change his clothes and find a place to stay by himself.

As soon as I entered the room, I heard Guo Kun shouting like a madman: "Oh dear~ so bitter~~ humph~, it was all for nothing in the end~~ hahahaha, yahahaha, woo~ woo~ woo~"

"Guo Kun, do you recognize this woman? Don't you really like her? The one wearing this brown wedding dress." Li Lianhua had specifically gone back to bring this wedding dress. Although he and Lianxin knew the murderer in the case at Cailian Manor...

But everything requires evidence, so this is a good opportunity to train Fang Duobing, since he wanted to be a criminal investigator.

Guo Gan seemed not to hear him, continuing to mutter, "Where are you going, where are you going, hahahaha, yahaha, woo~"

"See? I found it strange yesterday. Since Guo Kun goes crazy when he sees a woman wearing a brown wedding dress, why is there a brown curtain hanging in his room? Actually, he doesn't need to care about this wedding dress at all."

"Yeah, then why didn't he go berserk and attack the bride instead of the wedding dress? Does he only attack the person wearing the dress?" It doesn't make sense. Guo Kun didn't seem to have any intention to attack the wedding dress, so why was he like that yesterday?

"Ask me."

"yes"

"I don't know why I want to go."

"Whoosh~ Where are you going, where are you going?"

Fang Duobing pursed his lips, stepped forward and grabbed Guo Kun, who was running around the room, and asked directly, "Tell me why you were carrying a skeleton and scaring us yesterday?"

Li Lianhua, Li Lianxin: "..."

Exhausted, let's just destroy ourselves. Fang Duobing, that brain-dead lunatic, if he could actually answer his questions, then there would truly be something fishy going on.

"You wretched creatures, what are you doing here? Hahaha, woohaha! The day before yesterday was the fifth day of the lunar month, yesterday was the sixth, today is the seventh. Today is the seventh day, and I'm going to play in the middle of the lake. Play, play, play!"

Fang Duobing, who had just been scolded, wanted to swear back but couldn't. He wasn't crazy and couldn't stoop to the level of a madman. He was truly possessed at that moment, asking a madman a question.