His wife was just one of the countless sunflowers in this estate.
The corpse had long since become nutrients for the sunflowers, turning into bones.
Even if you use a carpet-bombing method, plucking every single tree, it would take forever to finish. And even if you did finish plucking them all, you wouldn't know which of the scattered, rotting bones was her.
There must be something special about it...
wrong.
The male protagonist loved his wife so much that even if he was a twisted yandere who loved her to the point of killing her, he would never mix the sunflowers grown by his wife with these things.
Therefore, the wife is definitely not in this sunflower field.
The old method still applies: when in doubt, test to verify.
Thinking of this, Su Deng called to Qiao Zhi, "Stop throwing up. Let's split up and look in the other buildings to see if there are any sunflowers that have been carefully and individually cared for."
Qiao Zhi vomited weakly, "Okay, then be careful."
Half an hour later, the two met up again at the same spot.
Qiao Zhi shook her head. "I couldn't find it."
She bypassed the other players and went to search other buildings.
I couldn't find it.
Su Deng couldn't find it either, so she looked toward the building where the male owner was.
"Then let's do it here."
Su Deng and Qiao Zhi went back inside.
The male homeowner is missing.
There were many more wet footprints inside the house, and watermarks trailed upstairs.
There are only traces of going up, not coming down.
Qiao Zhi said to Su Deng in an accent, "There are people upstairs."
Su Deng nodded slightly, and the two of them quietly went upstairs.
The study door was open, but the lights were off, leaving it completely dark.
Su Deng took a torch and walked to the door, intending to throw it inside first, when a cold glint flashed in the darkness before her eyes, and a sharp, cold weapon was pressed against her neck.
“Su…”
Qiao Zhi wanted to make a move, but Su Deng stopped him.
Su Deng looked down at the weapon pressed against her neck.
Under the torchlight in her hand, it was clear that it was a silver spear with swirling green flame patterns on its body.
Su Deng paused for two seconds, then asked, "Yan Sizhan?"
The gun paused for a moment, then disappeared.
The study light came on.
A man with green hair and black eyes came into view. His face was sharply defined, and his exquisitely handsome features were like those of a sculpted masterpiece.
His aura was cold, and his eyes were unfathomably black.
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