Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
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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