"Master, I found it." Lei Yang stood with his head hanging in front of the nightscape, and the nightscape looked tired and huddled in a chair.

Looking at Lei Yang's face at night, I guessed 78. I answered him directly: "The one who gave Sheng Ziqian a knife is dead too?"

"Hmm." Ray Yang nodded silently and reported, "It's a maid here who climbed in from the kitchen. The central air-conditioning pipe is very difficult for us big men to drill, but it's still very simple for small women to use it."

"Hmm."

"Unfortunately, when we found her, she was already poisoned to death. I couldn't find the real identity...