Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Don't run away from me?
Jun Zishu read the two bookmarked pages. The story spoke about a crying boy holding onto a girl, the former pleading the latter not to leave him.
Jun Zishu returned the bookmark and closed the book. However, she did not put the book back into the bookshelf.
After browsing through the other books, she did not find any other bookmarks.
Apart from photos, there were also awards and certificates posted around the room. After taking a quick look, Jun Zishu found that they were for piano and Latin dance recitals.
It would seem that Chen Yin was a girl capable of both singing and dancing.
At this time, Yang Tianxiao crouched down and shone a flashlight under the bed.
"There's a box here, Chief."
Yang Tianxiao reached under the bed and pulled out the box in question.
Jun Zishu narrowed her eyes on the box. Seeing that there wasn't any dust collected on it, it should've been put under the bed or taken out recently.
There was only one red thread that was neither very long nor very short stored in the box. Other than the thread, there was nothing else in the box.
Jun Zishu brushed a finger along the edges of the box. Then, she blew away the dust her finger collected.
It would seem that the box had been taken out for viewing recently. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so much dust collected along the edges but nothing collected on the lid.
"Can I take this away?" Jun Zishu asked Liu Yiping as she pointed at the book in her hand.
"Of course."
"Is this your daughter's handwriting?" Jun Zishu asked as she pulled out the bookmark and waved it in front of Liu Yiping.
"I'm not sure," Liu Yiping said hesitantly.
"Hm?"
"These look like my daughter's handwriting when she is writing in curlicues, but Qianqian's curlicues also look the same. So, I can't really differentiate between their handwriting when they write in curlicues. The two of them frequently help out with writing the greeting cards in my flower shop."
"Okay." Jun Zishu returned the bookmark to its original position and nodded. "Are there any other personal belongings
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