Shen Baizhou had a guess in his heart, but he was not sure.

"Chen Qi."

"team leader."

"Go to the nearest police station and call a forensic doctor."

Yu Wu took a deep breath and said, "Captain, you don't suspect someone was murdered, do you? There's such a strong resentment on it."

"Heh, the worst thing to do when doing a mission is to jump to conclusions based on your first thought and ignore other possibilities. Yu Wu, sometimes you should watch less melodramatic eight o'clock dramas and more dramas that require your brain to work."

After saying that, Shen Baizhou turned and left.

Yu Wu pouted and grumbled a few times in dissatisfaction, and Lao Wu poked her head with his itchy hands.

"Don't be angry, the captain is quite right. You really have been watching too many melodramas. Your brain will get rusty if you don't use it for a long time."

"Ahhhhh, Lao Wu, I'm going to beat you to death."

Ji Yu sat on the pavilion near the lake, with her middle finger and index finger together, and the words of Shen Baizhou and others reached her ears.

"Master, why don't you just go over and listen? They won't stop you from listening."

Zhang Nannan didn't quite understand.

Ji Yu let go of his hands, supported his chin, and looked at the shimmering water reflected by the lanterns.

"I'm standing back to watch the progress. Mr. Shen is indeed a smart man. It seems we don't need to rest here tonight."

Zhang Nannan said that she didn't understand. She was even a little worried that the seventh concubine might have been done by her master?

Bah, bah, bah, how is that possible? Ji Yu and the Zhang family don’t know each other.

The originally lively birthday party was now full of people either clamoring to leave or chattering about finding the murderous ghost. The one who was jumping the most excitedly was none other than Shen Tianchen.

Shen Tianchen broke a bowl of fruit and came to Ji Yu.

"Sister Ji Yu, this is the fruit salad I made specially for you. Would you like to try it?"

Fruit salad?

Ji Yu loves to put taro balls in it, and found that there were quite a few taro balls in Shen Tianchen's fruit salad, which was magically satisfying.

"Who told you I like to put taro balls in my fruit salad?"

"My uncle."

Shen Tianchen sat next to Ji Yu: "Sister Ji Yu, my dear sister, why don't you tell me where the murderous ghost is hiding now? It's really strange. There are so many powerful people here, and there are also many powerful magic weapons. How is it possible that we can't even find a ghost?"

But the result was that no one was found, the fact was there, which made Shen Tianchen a little depressed.

"Sis, you're so capable, you must know where the murderous ghost is, just tell me."

As expected, no one comes to the temple for no reason. Ji Yu continued to stuff his taro balls, and only continued after finishing them: "Who did you make a bet with? What was it about?"

"What? Betting? How could I possibly bet? It's impossible. I just sincerely want to know where that murderous ghost is."

“Shen Tianchen!”

With a shout, Shen Tianchen was so scared that he subconsciously hid under the stone table. However, with a height of nearly 1.8 meters, this small stone table was no match for him.

Shen Baizhou brought him up and looked at him with disdain.

"uncle."

Shen Tianchen felt aggrieved and was about to complain, but when he saw that the other person had a smile on his face but no warmth in his eyes, he instantly became timid and sat silently next to Zhang Nannan, cursing his good uncle more than ten thousand times in his heart.

"Miss Ji, I found something very interesting."

"What's interesting?"

The one who spoke was Shen Tianchen.

Shen Baizhou chose to ignore it and continued to say to Ji Yu: "The preliminary forensic examination of the cause of death of the seventh concubine said it was a heart attack."

"Ah? The Seventh Concubine has a heart disease? Is that true? I've never heard of it."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of a seventh concubine."

She is not the legal wife, so Zhang Nannan thinks it is normal that outsiders don’t know. Besides, this seventh concubine just came back from abroad not long ago.

"The interesting thing is that the Seventh Concubine didn't have any heart disease at all, but it was the Eighth Concubine who had heart disease."

"I knock."

Zhang Nannan and Shen Tianchen said in unison.

"When did the Seventh Concubine go abroad? Was the Eighth Concubine's heart disease congenital or did she develop it later?" Ji Yu asked casually.

Shen Baizhou leaned back on the stone table and said, "Another interesting thing. The news that the Eighth Concubine had a heart attack happened to coincide with the time when the Seventh Concubine went abroad. Both were seven years ago."

"Something big must have happened seven years ago."

Shen Tianchen raised his hand and said excitedly: “I know, I know, I heard this from my mother. The only major event seven years ago was the death of Mr. Zhang’s eldest son.”

"Yes." Shen Baizhou nodded, feeling that things were much clearer, but there were still some mysteries.

"Oh, the case is solved. It must be the Eighth Concubine who killed the Seventh Concubine. It's such a simple matter. Let's go find Mr. Zhang and Mr. Feng and solve this matter so that we can continue to eat."

Ji Yu nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the sooner we finish it, the sooner it's over."

Shen Baizhou looked at Ji Yu meaningfully.

"Okay, I'll go get everyone to the hall."

"Hey, wait a minute," Ji Yu stopped them, "There's no need to call everyone, let's just focus on the Zhang family."

"Okay, Boss Ji."

Looking at the back of Shen Baizhou pulling Shen Tianchen away, he laughed out loud for a moment.

Zhang Nannan asked in confusion: "Master, what are you laughing at?"

"nothing."

Shen Baizhou quickly gathered the Zhang family and some people from the Seventh Bureau to the tea room.

Zhang Chengfeng took a big gulp of tea and said impatiently, "Oh, that kid from the Shen family, have you figured it out, or have you found something wrong? When I asked Old Man Feng on the way here, he couldn't even fart."

Director Feng blew his beard unhappily.

"I've already told you I really don't know. How many times do you want me to tell you, old man?"

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Feng really doesn't know anything. We just found out some of the things. By the way, Mr. Zhang, are all the people in your house here?"

"It's all here."

"That's not right. You have eight concubines in total. One died, so there must be another one who hasn't come yet."

As soon as Shen Baizhou finished speaking, the atmosphere in the tea room suddenly became stagnant.

Looking at Zhang Chengfeng who couldn't even drink his tea, the eldest wife coughed dryly: "Old Eighth is not feeling well and is resting, so there is no need for her to come. Besides, she never leaves the house, so Old Seventh's death definitely has nothing to do with her. Besides, it wasn't a ghost who killed him. Mr. Shen called us together and instead of busying himself with catching ghosts, why did he ask us to come here and waste our time?"

"It's not a waste of time, it's just fortune telling. After all, we have to resolve this matter before twelve o'clock, otherwise it will delay our Mr. Zhang's birthday party and it will be embarrassing."

Director Feng's eyes lit up: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? Oh, Miss Ji, I'm so sorry, I've been so busy that I forgot about you, such an amazing person. My wife and I watch your live broadcast every day. Would you like to figure out what's going on?"