Chapter 225: So Impressive!
Zhong Xueliu was bewildered, her face full of disbelief: “He, he’s your grandfather? You’re kidding, right? He just tried to harm you…”
How could a grandfather possibly harm his own granddaughter?
Nan Yuanman blinked her big eyes, looking completely innocent: “Why would I lie to you? He really is my grandfather. Brother Shi Mian can vouch for it.”
Zhong Xueliu looked toward Zhang Shimian, and Zhang Shimian nodded: “He really is her grandfather, the real deal.”
Zhuang Hetai, who hadn’t yet learned the details, frowned slightly and looked inquiringly at Zhong Xueliu with his eyes.
Zhong Xueliu slapped her thigh: “Oh, Senior Brother, this matter is a bit complicated. I’ll explain it to you later. Little friend, let me state this first: I didn’t kill your grandfather!”
“Senior Brother, quickly use the Tracking Butterfly to see if we can still track the murderer who killed him!”
Zhuang Hetai carefully took out a red box from his pocket. After opening the box, a butterfly that was entirely translucent blue and emitting blue light flew out.
Nan Yuanman watched this small and pretty butterfly with fascination—it was just like one from a cartoon—her little mouth forming an O shape: “So pretty.”
Zhong Xueliu couldn’t help but feel proud: “Of course it’s pretty. This is the Tracking Butterfly that my Senior Brother put a lot of effort into raising. This butterfly has helped us find many evil path hideouts!”
Nan Yuanman’s eyes lit up even more: “Wow, so amazing. Then you guys must be able to find out who the big bad guy is that killed my grandfather, right?”
Zhong Xueliu puffed out her chest: “Of course!”
Nan Yuanman: “Then you guys must also be able to find the big bad guy who sent my grandfather to harm me, right?”
Zhong Xueliu: “That of cour…”
Zhuang Hetai’s mouth twitched slightly, and he hurriedly called out to her before she could make a big claim: “Zhong Xueliu!”
Zhong Xueliu instinctively tensed up her body and shouted “Yes!”
She looked at Zhuang Hetai with a bewildered and innocent expression, but received a roll of his eyes from him, along with stifled laughter from the people he had brought.
Zhong Xueliu suddenly realized what happened and glared furiously at Nan Yuanman, pointing at her while holding back her anger, grinding her teeth: “Fine, you, you little ghost, you actually dug a pit for me!”
Nan Yuanman pouted her little mouth, looking at the sky and the ground but not at her: “Huh, did I? I didn’t. When facing difficulties, find Police Uncle. Isn’t that what I should do?”
Zhong Xueliu: “…”
Zhong Xueliu was left speechless. As an adult, she couldn’t argue with a child, so she could only look sullenly at the Tracking Butterfly flying back and forth over Jiang Tianzong’s corpse.
Five minutes later, the Tracking Butterfly was still flying back and forth over Jiang Tianzong’s corpse.
Zhong Xueliu and Zhuang Hetai’s expressions gradually became serious.
Nan Yuanman raised her little hand, asking puzzledly: “What’s wrong with this butterfly?”
“The Tracking Butterfly didn’t find the murderer who killed Jiang Tianzong. The opponent erased the traces very cleanly.” To avoid Zhong Xueliu arguing with Nan Yuanman, Zhuang Hetai spoke up proactively.
“Looks like this evil path is tricky. First, take everyone present back for statements.”
As Zhuang Hetai spoke, he looked toward Feng Yuli: “Mr. Feng, please cooperate when the time comes.”
Feng Yuli nodded slightly: “Rest assured, we are law-abiding good citizens and will definitely cooperate with the investigation.”
At the same time, the guests who had been moved into the living room were gradually waking up one after another.
Zhuo Lerong suddenly felt a sharp headache. She frowned lightly, gently rubbing her temples, and looked around puzzledly: “Huh? Strange, when did I come into the living room? Wasn’t I just outside?”
She remembered that the grandfather of the little daughter the Feng family had just found back was still causing trouble outside. How did she end up sitting on the living room sofa in the blink of an eye?
“Right, where’s A-Xuan?” Zhuo Lerong quickly stood up, searching for traces of her son.
When she saw Zhou Wenxuan sauntering in from outside, she finally relaxed, stepped forward to grab him, and chided: “Where did you go? I had to look everywhere for you.”
Zhou Wenxuan looked completely obedient: “I went to the restroom. Sorry for worrying you, Mom.”
Zhuo Lerong patted his back: “Forget it. Go play with that little princess from the Feng family. Work hard to get on good terms with her, got it?”
Zhou Wenxuan nodded: “Got it, Mom.”
Many others felt the same bewilderment as Zhuo Lerong. Meng Qingwan and Feng Langqing, who had stayed behind to control the scene, quickly diverted the guests’ attention.
The family reunion banquet, which had been disrupted by Jiang Tianzong, became lively again.
Zhou Wenxuan blended into the group of children. As if sensing something, he blinked and a pleased arc curved at the corner of his mouth.
The little girl sitting across from him stared blankly at his smiling face and said foolishly: “Brother Wenxuan, you look so good when you smile.”
“Yaya is very cute too.” Zhou Wenxuan politely complimented her.
After checking the scene thoroughly, Zhuang Hetai and Zhong Xueliu still hadn’t found any traces left by the evil path.
Led by Feng Yuli, they went upstairs in the manor to observe the guests in the living room below.
At the same time, they used a special instrument they had made to detect evil path members to check if any were hidden among the guests.
However, after several minutes, the instrument showed no activity.
Zhong Xueliu and Zhuang Hetai had no choice but to first take Jiang Tianzong’s corpse back to the 908 Bureau. After the Feng family members sent off the guests, they would go to the 908 Bureau for statements.
Feng Congqian didn’t keep them waiting long. He quickly found an excuse to send off the guests and gave them valuable souvenirs.
When Zhou Wenxuan left, he held a souvenir in his hand and looked back toward the second floor.
On the second floor balcony, Nan Yuanman was gripping the railing with both hands, squeezing her small face into the gaps, her chubby cheeks deformed from the pressure.
When Zhou Wenxuan looked over, she keenly looked back. Seeing the figure below clearly, Nan Yuanman’s little brows instantly furrowed.
Zhou Wenxuan smiled and waved to her, his mouth opening and closing as he spoke: “Sister Yuanman, I’ll come play with you when I have time.”
Feng Jingcheng, standing beside Nan Yuanman, looked down at her and asked puzzledly: “Yuanman, do you know this kid from the Zhou family?”
“Saw him once while playing hide-and-seek. This guy is a pervert!” Nan Yuanman said bluntly.
She still hadn’t forgotten the strange questions Zhou Wenxuan had asked her.
She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that this little brother really liked her doing bad things.
“The Zhou family… indeed produces perverts. Stay away from him in the future. If he bullies you, hit back hard. It’s fine even if you cripple him.” Feng Jingcheng said with slight disgust.
Nan Yuanman nodded seriously: “I will.”
After greeting Nan Yuanman, Zhou Wenxuan got into the car in an extremely good mood with Zhuo Lerong.
Once all the guests had been sent off, the Feng family closed the manor gates, gathered all the people who had been conscious at the time, and followed Zhang Shimian to the 908 Bureau.
As soon as Nan Yuanman arrived at the 908 Bureau, she was immediately surrounded by everyone still there.
One teenager wearing a black T-shirt, with a black tattoo on his neck and dyed red hair, stared at Nan Yuanman for a few seconds before bursting out laughing: “No way, Zhong Xueliu, you got beaten by a five-year-old kid like this?”
