After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Gu Sihan's tone was slightly cold.

The shopkeeper is more restrained: "It should be, it should be..."

"Uncle Yang is the childbearer of our Gu family, and your son Yang Bo is even serving in the house. Then, Uncle Yang, I want to ask you, where did your son Yang Bo go after the accident in the Gu family?" Gu Sihan asked.

The shopkeeper shook his head: "After the accident happened at the mansion, the subordinates were afraid that the robbers would come again, and they all dispersed."

"Yang Bo didn't go home." Gu Sihan gently moved the corners of his lips, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"This child is probably ashamed. I don't know where he is going. I am also very worried about him..." The shopkeeper expressed concern.

Snapped!

Gu Sihan suddenly slapped the table, and the shopkeeper was startled: "World, my son..."

"Your good son, I'm afraid I'll betray Gu Mansion!" Gu Si smiled coldly, his eyes suddenly become sharp as a sword, "On the day of the family accident, I ordered a meal from Jingxia Restaurant, right?"

The shopkeeper's face changed transiently: "Yes, yes..."

"Let's talk about it, who made you add medicine to the food." Gu Sihan asked.

"No, no, you misunderstood me, I don't have the courage..."

The shopkeeper knelt down with a plop, slammed his head, and explained with a trembling sound.

Gu Sihan stood up with a stern expression: "The robber can take away all the masters of the Gu mansion, including my newborn nephew, without a single shot, what else can he have?"

"But this is the smoke that the robbers put in the mansion, it has nothing to do with me!"

"No, it matters."

At this moment, Xia Qianqian's crisp voice came.

She stood at the door, holding a tray in her hand. There were a few condiment bottles in the tray. The bottles were a bit dirty, not like they were on the stove. I don't know where I found them.

"The evidence is here." Xia Qianqian said, "these spices contain migraine. There are three kinds of them, and they seem to be ineffective, but once they are neutralized together, they have extremely strong sleepiness."

Gu Sihan looked at the shopkeeper: "Uncle Yang, what else do you have to say?"

The shopkeeper's eyes flickered, and he still refused to admit: "Miss Xia, don't be wronged..."

"I specialize in the underground kitchen just to find evidence. Uncle Yang, you are a frugal person. Although there is a fragrance in these spices, you are not willing to lose it. I found it in the corner of the kitchen." Xia Qianqian said.

"This is absolutely nothing..."

"I have tried them one by one. It is okay to use these spices alone. They will only cause sleep if they are eaten together. So you left them, but you didn’t dare to take them home in a short time. Hide in the kitchen first."

Every time Xia Qianqian said something, Uncle Yang's face turned pale.

It's already obvious.

Gu Sihan shouted sharply: "Uncle Yang, what else do you have to say now?"

"Shizi, it really has nothing to do with me!" The shopkeeper was about to cry.

Gu Sihan asked: "Then how do you explain these spices?"

"I, I don't know either!" The shopkeeper knelt on the ground, shaking like chaff.

Xia Qianqian smiled at Gu Sihan: "Husband, go to the polygraph!"

"it is good."

Gu Sihan took out a polygraph to discuss.

The shopkeeper has seen this thing once and knows how powerful it is. I was paralyzed at the time: "My son, I was also forced... Those people said, if I don't do it, I will kill Yang Bo. Yang Bo is my only son..."

"Yang Bo followed them, didn't he?" Gu Sihan asked.