Song Xiran slightly furrowed his brow, walked forward, and under the puzzled gazes of those around, reached out to pull up Yao Qing's right hand. He pushed up her sleeve, and immediately saw a long wound on her right wrist. The wound was deep, and the blood had already clotted. Could it really be suicide?
"Where's the murder weapon?" Song Xiran turned his head and asked Yao Qing's sister, Yao Lin.
"The public security officer has taken it away," Yao Lin said through her sobs.
Song Xiran nodded, let go of Yao Qing's hand, looked around the room, and walked out. He always felt that Yao Qing's death was related to Luo Shu, but he found no evidence. If it were really Luo Shu who killed Yao Qing, then her methods were too clever.
After killing Yao Qing, Luo Shu didn't leave the Yao Family, but instead entered her space to observe the outside situation.
