Xu Lai shook her head, crying, "No, everything is normal."

Qiao Wanwan handed her a tissue, "Don't cry, calm down and think it over. This is important, and now we can only find the murderer if you can remember something."

Xu Lai wiped away her tears, trying to calm herself down, and recalled, "That day it was almost lunchtime, and we didn't want to cook lunch, so we said we'd eat something simple and have hot pot for dinner. Because I was craving junk food, he went out and bought some hamburgers and fried chicken, and came back in about half an hour. We started eating when we got back, and the incident happened before we even finished the hamburgers... Mrs. Zhan, do you think it was someone from the hamburger shop who poisoned us!"

Do you frequent that store?

"No, it was my first time buying it. I rarely eat junk food, but I was really craving it that day, so I asked him to buy it for me."

“That possibility is unlikely,” Qiao Wanwan analyzed. “Would the burger shop employee have prepared to poison He Songling in advance? How would he know that He Songling would buy a burger? What if He Songling didn’t eat the burger himself? So it’s impossible for him to be the one targeted for poisoning.”

"Wide-scale poisoning is probably unlikely. I can ask Jiang Dong to check if there has been a mass poisoning incident at that store."

Xu Lai shook her head. "If it were a mass poisoning, it's impossible that only He Yu died, and the police wouldn't have treated it as an accident, so we can basically rule out that possibility."

"Hmm, so it shouldn't be a problem with the food you're eating."

"But he only ate half a hamburger and nothing else. Or maybe he ate it while he was out?"

"That's probably quite difficult to investigate..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Wanwan's phone rang.

She took out her phone, glanced at it, and swiped to answer the call, "Master."

“Wanwan, I found a barely visible wound on the pad of He Songling’s right index finger.”

What kind of wound is it?

"It feels like being pricked by a needle. If the needle has been soaked in the kind of toxin I told you about, then even a single prick would be fatal."

Qiao Wanwan hurriedly looked at Xu Lai, "Was He Songling pricked with a needle before the incident?"

"No, he doesn't do needlework, he doesn't usually handle needles."

Do you have any friends over there?

"Madam Zhan, why do you ask that?" Xu Lai asked curiously. "Do you suspect that someone you know did this to him?"

“The wound may be small, but it’s impossible for him not to notice it,” Qiao Wanwan analyzed. “If he didn’t prick himself, then someone else pricked him. He’s a cautious person. If a stranger pricked him for no reason, it should have caught his attention, right?”

“That makes sense…” Xu Lai said. “We don’t know any friends over there, but we get along well with our neighbors. However, we have no grudges against them, so they shouldn’t be able to harm us.”

"Then think about it carefully again. Before He Songling's accident, apart from going out once, did anyone come to his house and have any contact with him?"

"Now that you mention it, I remember!" Xu Lai suddenly realized. "When he came back with the food and we were about to eat, I remembered that I left my phone upstairs. When I went upstairs to get my phone, I thought I heard the doorbell ring. When I came downstairs, I didn't see anyone. I asked him, and he said it was the deliveryman."

"In other words, an hour before the incident, in addition to going out to buy food, he also had contact with the deliveryman."

"Yes."

"It seems we have no choice but to investigate this deliveryman first, since he's the prime suspect right now."

"Madam Zhan, isn't this too much trouble for you?" Xu Lai asked. "Helping with the autopsy is already a lot of trouble for you. If we also need to conduct an investigation, it will definitely take up a lot of manpower and money, won't it?"

"Don't feel pressured," Qiao Wanwan said. "He Songling was murdered, and you said he had no other enemies, so I definitely need to find out if it was Lin Feng's remaining gang that did it. If so, we are very likely to be the next target."

"Then I thank you in advance, Madam Zhan."

Qiao Wanwan sighed, "I know you're in pain. There's only so much I can do. You still need to be strong on your own. Please accept my condolences."

"I know, but it's so hard." Xu Lai's tears streamed down her face. "I'm in this world now, and he's gone. I have no family or loved ones left..."

......

On the way back to Wutong Bay, Qiao Wanwan stared blankly at the night view outside the car window.

"Madam," the bodyguard in the passenger seat broke the silence, "are you thinking about He Songling's death?"

Qiao Wanwan withdrew her gaze and asked, "You've been following me and heard what Xu Lai said. What are your thoughts on that?"

"At present, the deliveryman is highly suspicious."

"I've already asked Jiang Dong to send people over to investigate, but if that person really is the murderer, they would have already fled and wouldn't be waiting there for us to catch them."

“That’s true,” the bodyguard said. “Madam, please relax. You are pregnant now and it’s not good for you to be stressed.”

Qiao Wanwan sighed, "I just feel sorry for Xu Lai. She was an orphan, and after finally finding a man she liked and going through so many ups and downs, she could finally live a peaceful life. But then He Songling died..."

"That's her fate."

"I hope she can be strong and get through this..."

When Qiao Wanwan returned to Wutong Bay, Zhan Jingting was already waiting outside the gate.

"Why are you standing here in this cold weather?"

"I've been waiting for you." Zhan Jingting touched her cheek. "Why is your face so cold?"

"It was a bit stuffy in the car just now, so I opened the window to let some fresh air in," Qiao Wanwan asked. "Has Master returned?"

"I'm back."

"So you must know about He Songling, right?"

"Um."

"Jingting, what are your thoughts?"

"I don't have any particular thoughts," Zhan Jingting said calmly. "If you want my opinion, it's that you shouldn't overwork yourself, so as not to tire yourself out."

"I just went to the hotel to keep Xu Lai company and ask about what happened." Qiao Wanwan took the man's arm and walked into the house. "Jingting, who do you think killed He Songling?"

"Didn't you send someone from Jiangdong to investigate?"

Qiao Wanwan: "......"

"You still think that He Songling's death has nothing to do with Lin Feng's affairs, right?"

"Yes, don't think about anything, just rest. Pregnancy is tiring enough, you can't afford to overthink."

"I'll listen to you, but I'll definitely help Xu Lai to the end. Finding out the real culprit will also prove what you said."

"Yes, just let the people below investigate."

"good."

......

After Jiang Dong's people rushed over, they immediately went to the courier company to inquire, only to find that there was no package for He Songling that day!

Not to mention that someone was arranged to deliver packages to He Songling!