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Lan Sizhui stopped Lan Jingyi, who was about to blow up. He asked,

“You said ‘that’s not them.’ What do you mean?”

Wei Wuxian replied solemnly, “This isn’t Mo Ziyuan’s dad, and that’s

not A-Tong either.”

With his face smeared in makeup, the more solemn he was, the more it

felt like he really was mentally ill. However, under the haunting candlelight,

his words were surprisingly hair-raising. Lan Sizhui was stunned for a

moment, then questioned him in spite of himself.

“Why is that?”

Wei Wuxian said smugly, “Because of the hand! They’re not lefthanded,

they always beat me with their right hands. I know that much at

least.”

Lan Jingyi lost his patience and spat, “What are you so smug for? Look

at that pleased face!”

Lan Sizhui, however, had broken out in a cold sweat from the shock.

Thinking back, A-Tong had strangled himself using his left hand, and when

Madam Mo’s husband pushed his wife down, he had also used his left hand.

But during the day, when Mo Xuanyu had been causing a ruckus in the

east hall, those two had been busy trying to chase him out using their habitual

right hands. Surely they couldn’t both have turned into left-handers all of a

sudden right before their deaths.

Although the cause was presently unknown, in order to investigate

what was causing mischief, they had to start with those “left arms.” Having

come to this conclusion, Lan Sizhui sent a bewildered look at Wei Wuxian.

Despite himself, he thought, For him to suddenly say something like that,

really…doesn’t seem like a coincidence.

Wei Wuxian only continued to laugh cheekily, knowing that the hint

had been too conspicuous, but there was no other way.

Thankfully, Lan Sizhui didn’t dig into it, thinking, Either way, since

this Mo-gongzi was willing to call attention to it for me, it most likely wasn’t

done out of ill intent. He moved his gaze from Wei Wuxian, swept it over A-

Ding, who had fainted from weeping, and landed his eyes on Madam Mo.

His eyes traveled down from her face to her hands. Her arms were

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