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Chapter 90

bass!

Qin Zhen drew his sword directly. He was responsible for the Yulin Guards. If something like this happened, his face was very dark and he shouted angrily: "Do you want to say it or not?!"

"don't want!!"

"General, it's really not me, Your Majesty, it's really not me!" the captain let out a heartbreaking scream.

Zhou Jian frowned: "Stop!"

The mansion suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned their attention.

"Your Majesty, we have already investigated it. There is no doubt whatsoever here. It is a perfect crime. The only explanation is that these guys cheated!"

Zhou Jian shook his head, motioned for him to put the knife away, and said calmly and maturely: "Just think about the assassination in the palace not long ago, and all the internal agents were silenced."

"If they were involved in this matter, would they be alive today?"

"Obviously, this is a smoke bomb deliberately released by the enemy. The real culprit of the theft is someone else."

Suddenly, everyone was startled.

"That makes sense!"

"What your Majesty said is absolutely true!"

The captain was so relieved that he was about to cry. He kowtowed to Zhou Jian crazily on the ground, making loud banging noises.

"But Your Majesty, if it weren't for the guards, how could Bai Yujing be stolen and sent out of the palace? There is not even a trace here. Could the murderer have wings?" Horn said solemnly, stroking his beard.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was as anxious as a headless fly.

Too mysterious!

Bai Yujing's theft was like an unsolved case that disappeared out of thin air and ended up in Yueyao's hands again.

Zhou Jian raised his head, his angular face was illuminated by the lights with a deep sense of depth. His eyes swept across the mansion, not sparing a single corner.

There is no such thing as a perfect crime. The murderer will definitely leave clues, but they just didn't find them.

Finally, his eyes suddenly stopped at a window of Daming Mansion.

He took a deep look and realized that it was a window rather than a vent. It was very small and perhaps only a slender person could get through it.

He looked at the captain who was kneeling on the ground: "On the night when Bai Yujing was stolen, did you hear anything or see any suspicious people?"

The captain was stunned and shook his head anxiously: "Your Majesty, no, I personally stood guard two days ago in my lowly position. No one can approach the main gate!"

"This, my humble position can be guaranteed with my head on my neck!"

Zhou Yuan, the young minister of Dali Temple, narrowed his eyes: "There is no one at the front entrance, that means someone sneaked in from behind, and the back of Daming Mansion is a restricted area of ​​the palace, which cannot be passed by ordinary people unless they have a token."

"This thief must be familiar with the palace's roads and have some identity. He is a traitor who committed the crime!"

Qin Zhen was confused: "Who could it be? Although it is a restricted area of ​​the palace, there are still many people who can pass through."

Horn frowned: "Your Majesty, I will go immediately to check the people passing by."

Zhou Jian nodded, a little absent-mindedly.

He was very familiar with the word traitor. He had suspected that there was a traitor around him more than once, but he was unable to find out.

After a while, the resolute Horn brought a roster, which recorded the people who entered and exited the restricted area of ​​the palace and Dexuan Gate.

From concubines, to eunuchs, to palace maids, there are many of them.

This made it difficult for everyone present. Even the Queen had been in and out of this area. Could it be that Qin Huairou was also suspected?

Just when everyone was clueless, Zhou Jian said quietly: "The thieves came in through the vents. All the eunuchs were excluded, including those over 1.65 meters tall."

"Let's see who else is left."

Hearing this, the whole audience was shocked and looked sharply at the small window.
Chapter completed!
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