Zhong Xueliu was stunned, her face filled with disbelief: "He...he's your grandfather? You must be kidding, right? He just tried to harm you..."
How could a grandfather possibly harm his own granddaughter?
Nan Yuanman blinked her big eyes, looking completely innocent: "Why would I lie to you? He really is my grandfather, Brother Shimian can testify."
Zhong Xueliu looked at Zhang Shimian, who nodded: "He is indeed her maternal grandfather, the real deal."
Before he could even understand what had happened, Zhuang Hetai frowned and looked at Zhong Xueliu with a questioning gaze.
Zhong Xueliu slapped her thigh: "Oh dear, senior brother, this matter is a bit complicated. I'll tell you later. Little friend, let me make this clear first, I didn't kill your grandfather!"
"Senior brother, quickly use the Tracking Butterfly to see if we can still track down the murderer who killed him!"
Zhuang Hetai carefully took out a red box from his pocket. After opening the box, a butterfly that was entirely blue and emitted a blue light flew out.
Nan Yuanman looked at the small, beautiful butterfly, which looked like it was from an animated film, with a look of wonder on her face. Her mouth was agape in an "o" shape: "So pretty."
Zhong Xueliu couldn't help but feel proud: "Of course it's beautiful! This is a tracking butterfly that my senior brother raised with a lot of effort. This butterfly has helped us find the lair of many evil sects!"
Nan Yuanman's eyes lit up even more: "Wow, that's amazing! You must be able to find out who the big bad guy who killed my grandfather is, right?"
Zhong Xueliu straightened her chest: "Of course!"
Nan Yuanman: "You must be able to find the big bad guy who ordered my grandfather to harm me, right?"
Zhong Xueliu: "Then..."
Zhuang Hetai's lips twitched slightly, and he hurriedly called out to Zhong Xueliu before she could utter her boast: "Zhong Xueliu!"
Zhong Xueliu subconsciously tensed up and shouted, "Here!"
She looked at Zhuang Hetai with a blank and innocent expression, only to receive a glare from him and the suppressed laughter of the people he brought with him.
Zhong Xueliu suddenly realized what was happening, glaring angrily at Nan Yuanman, pointing at her and gritting her teeth, "Fine, you little brat, you actually dug a pit for me!"
Nan Yuanman pouted, looking at the sky and the ground but not at her: "Ah, did I? I didn't. If you encounter difficulties, go to the policeman. Am I doing something wrong?"
Zhong Xueliu: "..."
Zhong Xueliu was speechless, and as an adult, she couldn't argue with a child. She could only look on with frustration at the tracking butterflies that were flying around Jiang Tianzong's corpse.
Five minutes later, the tracking butterflies were still flying around Jiang Tianzong's corpse.
Zhong Xueliu and Zhuang Hetai's expressions gradually became serious.
Nanman raised her little hand and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with this butterfly?"
"The Butterfly Tracker couldn't find the murderer who killed Jiang Tianzong; the other party wiped away all traces very cleanly." To avoid Zhong Xueliu arguing with Nan Yuanman, Zhuang Hetai took the initiative to say this.
"It seems this evil cult is quite troublesome. Let's take everyone present back for questioning."
Zhuang Hetai said, looking at Feng Yuli, "Mr. Feng, please cooperate with me then."
Feng Yuli nodded slightly: "Don't worry, we are law-abiding citizens and will definitely cooperate with the investigation."
Meanwhile, the guests who had been moved into the hall gradually regained consciousness.
Zhuo Lerong suddenly felt a sharp headache. She frowned slightly, rubbed her temples, and looked around in confusion: "Huh? That's strange. When did I get into the hall? I was just... outside, wasn't I?"
She remembered that the grandfather of the youngest daughter whom the Feng family had just found was still causing trouble outside. How come she was sitting on the sofa in the living room in the blink of an eye?
"By the way, where's Ah Xuan?" Zhuo Lerong quickly got up, searching for her son.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhou Wenxuan slowly walk in from outside. She grabbed his arm and scolded him, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere."
Zhou Wenxuan said obediently, "I went to the restroom. I'm sorry for making you worry, Mom."
Zhuo Lerong patted his back: "Forget it, go play with that little princess of the Feng family. Try your best to get along with her, okay?"
Zhou Wenxuan nodded: "Okay, Mom."
Many people, like Zhuo Lerong, felt bewildered, but Meng Qingwan and Feng Langqing, who stayed behind to manage the situation, quickly diverted the guests' attention.
The family reunion banquet, which had been disrupted by Jiang Tianzong, became lively again.
Zhou Wenxuan, mingling among the children, seemed to sense something, blinked, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.
The little girl sitting opposite him stared blankly at his smiling face and said in a silly voice, "Brother Wenxuan, you look so handsome when you smile."
"Yaya is very cute too," Zhou Wenxuan politely complimented her.
After searching the entire site, Zhuang Hetai and Zhong Xueliu still couldn't find any traces of the evil path.
Led by Feng Yuli, they went upstairs in the manor to observe the guests in the hall downstairs.
They also used special instruments they created to detect evil practices to check if any evil practices might be hidden among the guests.
However, several minutes passed, and the instrument did not respond.
Zhong Xueliu and Zhuang Hetai had no choice but to take Jiang Tianzong's body back to Bureau 908 first, and then go to Bureau 908 to make a statement after the Feng family had seen off the guests.
Feng Congqian didn't keep them waiting too long. He quickly found an excuse to see the guests off and gave them valuable souvenirs.
As Zhou Wenxuan left, he held a gift in his hand and looked back towards the second floor.
On the second-floor balcony, Nan Yuanman was gripping the railing with both hands, squeezing her chubby cheeks into the gap, making them look distorted.
When Zhou Wenxuan looked over, she immediately looked back sharply and saw the figure downstairs. Nan Yuanman's small brows furrowed instantly.
Zhou Wenxuan smiled, waved at her, and said, "Yuanman, I'll come visit you when I have time."
Standing next to Nan Yuanman, Feng Jingcheng looked down at her and asked in confusion, "Yuanman, do you know this Zhou family kid?"
"I met him once when I was catching cats. He's a pervert!" Nan Yuanman said bluntly.
She still hasn't forgotten the strange questions Zhou Wenxuan asked her.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that this young man really liked her doing bad things.
“The Zhou family…is indeed a breeding ground for freaks. Stay away from him in the future. If you get bullied, fight back fiercely. It doesn’t matter if you cripple him.” Feng Jingcheng said with slight disgust.
Nan Yuanman nodded earnestly: "I will."
After greeting Nan Yuanman, Zhou Wenxuan got into the car with Zhuo Lerong in a very good mood.
After seeing off all the guests, the Feng family closed the manor gates and, along with everyone who was still conscious, followed Zhang Shimian to Bureau 908.
As soon as Nan Yuanman arrived at Bureau 908, he was surrounded by everyone who was still inside the bureau.
One of the boys, wearing a black t-shirt, with a black tattoo on his neck and dyed red hair, stared at Nan Yuanman for a few seconds before bursting out laughing: "No way, Zhong Xueliu, you got beaten up by a five-year-old kid like this?"
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