My Condolences

"Ouyang Ling, what do you think?" Ouyang Ling asked Wenren De.

"I went out for water last night because I was thirsty. I didn't see anything, so I have no opinion." Wenren De shook his head.

"Can't you calculate it again?" Ouyang Ling asked unhappily.

"Sigh, how could I be as capable as our son? After using my ability once, I need several days to recover. I can't use it that frequently." Wenren De spoke helplessly.

By then, Wenren Sheng was controlling Ruyi and had followed the others to the place where Lou Xiaoxian had fallen to her death.

The security guard led everyone around the villa courtyard to the cliff on the west side.

Above the cliff was Wenren Sheng's room. Between Wenren Sheng's room and the courtyard stood a circle of tall white jade railings.

Viewed from above, the room resembled the Chinese character for "corpse."

Everyone leaned against the railing and looked down. They discovered that Lou Xiaoxian's body was hanging from a snow cedar tree, impaled straight through from top to bottom. There was no need to look closely—she was unquestionably dead.

"Sigh, how pitiful," Ji Zhenghao and Guan Yi said at the same time.

The two had spent some time here and had become quite familiar with her. Naturally, they could not bear it. After all, such a youthful and beautiful woman had perished just like that. Even if it happened on television, viewers would find it regrettable, let alone when it was a real person.

"The straight-line distance from the railing to that tree is a full five meters. Miss Lou was only an Ordinary Person. How could she have fallen all the way over there?" one of the gardeners said instinctively.

"There are two possibilities. One is that she fell from my room,