His Wife Calls The Shots

She subconsciously turned down the handrails of the stairs, quickly came to the wall, and looked carefully.

This wall is plastered with various times and corresponding events and characters.

She swept across at a glance, and quickly came to a conclusion.

Feng Xian is investigating the cause of Feng Wei's death.

Qian Miao frowned immediately. Isn't Feng Wei dying of illness?

Upon closer inspection, she found that Feng Xian had almost investigated all the people Feng Wei had worked with before her death.

But it seems that there is still no real progress.

After a while, Qianmiao's eyes were locked on the August 10 incident six years ago.

There are a few lines written on it, probably the message conveyed is that Feng Wei was missing for half there, and after returning, she had weird scars on her arm. She was suspected of being attacked, but she did not speak to her family, did not call the police, and did not take any measures Deal with this matter.

As soon as Qian Miao recalled, he remembered something about six years ago.

Back then, she was just a child who had just turned thirteen years old. About August and September, she heard that a big man had arrived in the temple, living in the guest house to the west, and no one was allowed to disturb.

But the next day, Master announced up and down that they had one more lay apprentice, ranking 19th.

Master, the 19th Junior Brother’s eyes were injured. During this time, they must be quiet, so there is no need to participate in any activities.

The master also, she ranked eleventh, as a senior, she should take care of her younger brother, and is a safe person, so she left the medicine delivery to her, and asked her to deliver the medicine to the guest house at regular intervals every day.

When others guessed that the Nineteenth Junior Brother was a big man in his fifties, she was forced to know some of his information with her excellent hearing: a man, nineteen years old, with an eye injury, just underwent an operation, looking for him. A piece of clean, specially here.

Qianmiao withdrew his thoughts, looked at the pictures on the wall, combined these two things, and fell into deep thought.

As soon as I turned my eyes, I saw the arrow on August 10 pointing to August 23. The photo recorded that at midnight, Feng Wei’s personal experimental base was attacked by unknown forces and suffered huge losses. However, afterwards, Feng Wei did not. Let the police track down the matter, and slowly, it will be over.

Soon after these things happened, Feng Wei fell ill, and a year later, died of illness at the Beijing No. 1 Hospital.

Looking down the timeline, Fengxian has locked the focus of the investigation on...

Qian Mian didn't look down anymore.

These have nothing to do with her.

Whether Feng Wei died of illness or was assassinated, she is no longer there.

It is not necessarily the retribution given to someone who is wronged by her.

She quickly retracted her mind and began to look for what she wanted.

The layout of the room here is very technological, and there are few paper items. She quickly searched for it and put it back in place.

They are all insignificant information technology books and business documents.

There is nothing related to medicine.

Now there is no electricity, nor can I open the computer to search.

At this moment, a voice came from afar.