Chapter 575: Wicked

Zhuang Jia analyzed with Mu Zi: "From what I see, she is either a maid or a nanny. If Mrs. Duan and the child have an accident and Master Duan is left alone, Mr. Duan will definitely rely on this woman very much, and she will be able to take advantage of it when the time comes. enter!"

Mu Zi couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh." Zhuang Jia said seriously, "Before I came, I read several detective novels on purpose. The first thing to investigate a case is to start from the motive. I think this woman is very motivated. Young Master Duan was born to Duan Yuhui's ex-wife. , is the stepson of Mrs. Duan now, can the stepson's nanny be of one mind with the new wife? Obviously not."

"Well, your analysis makes sense." Mu Zi smiled, "But I don't think she looks like a maid or a nanny, and I think she dresses well."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jia squinted her eyes carefully, and suddenly said: "It's true...that silk scarf around her neck is not cheap, and the servants can't afford it, but...it doesn't look like a relative of the Duan family either. "

The two of you said something to each other, which had already attracted the other party's attention.

The woman led the little boy, walked over with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Are you..."

"Hello, we are here with Prosecutor Yu Yang to visit Mrs. Duan." Mu Zi said with a smile.

"Visiting Madam?" The woman frowned, her tone very rude, "Are you here to investigate the case again? How many times have I told you that Madam suffers from depression! She has delusion of being persecuted! No one in this family wants to harm her, she herself Lock yourself up, get nervous from time to time, and make the whole family feel uneasy!"

Mu Zi and Zhuang Jia were dumbfounded for a moment.

"Are you..." Zhuang Jia asked curiously.

"I'm Qiqi's tutor." The woman touched the head of the little boy beside her, frowned and complained, "Calling the police twice in three days, scaring the child so much that he can't sleep peacefully, it's really wicked..."

When she scolded the wicked, she didn't know whether she scolded Mrs. Duan who called the police, or Yu Yang who was attracted by the police.

Mu Zi asked her: "Do you know where the tulip garden is?"

The tutor pointed in the direction casually, and then led the little boy named Qiqi away with bored faces, as if Mu Zi and Zhuang Jia had plague.

The little boy turned his head to look at them, his watery eyes were black and bright, full of curiosity.

"That woman is so annoying! With her quality, how can she be a tutor?" Zhuang Jia couldn't help complaining as soon as the woman left.

Just at this time, the little boy looked back, and Zhuang Jia put away his anger, ashamed to get angry in front of the child.

"...This kind of person will definitely teach children badly." Zhuang Jia whispered to Mu Zi, still very angry.

"Forget it, we're here as guests, there's no need to get angry with her." Mu Zi comforted her.

"I think she's probably the murderer." The more Zhuang Jia thought about it, the more she felt that there was something wrong with the tutor, "No, I'm going to find out."

Mu Zi brought Zhuang Jia this time purely as a companion, but she didn't expect Zhuang Jia to be so active in the investigation. She asked curiously, "How are you going to inquire?"

"Of course I need to ask the servants about the family affairs." Zhuang Jia smiled triumphantly, and said firmly, "Just wait, I promise to find out information for you and Prosecutor Yu Yang!"

After Zhuang Jia finished speaking, she turned and left, looking smug, as if she was going to do a big job.

Mu Zi couldn't help but laugh.

Zhuang Jia is a person who is sometimes careless and sometimes very shrewd. Maybe he can really find out some useful clues.

Mu Zi went to the tulip garden alone.

Duan’s tulip flower garden is inclined, built on both sides of a staircase, pouring down like flowers and water, coupled with the unique color effect of tulips, it is even more pleasing to the eye.

It is said that this flower garden is Mrs. Duan's proud work.

Mu Zi stood beside the stairs, but her mind was not on these beautiful flowers.

——Madam Duan's second child who died young died here.