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The young alligator remained blissfully unaware of what had happened, sprawling on the ground, playing around Feng Yun's feet, still not over its excited frolicking.
Having been raised with affection, the alligator showed no signs of wildness, resembling an innocent child unfamiliar with the world.
Everyone fell silent for a moment, struggling to believe that the young alligator could have killed someone.
Ge Guang hesitated, "Could it be deer blood?"
If it were deer blood, where would it have come from?
The bloodstains on the galosh were few, and too subtle to distinguish with the naked eye.
Feng Yun handed it over to Xiaoman, gesturing for her to keep it in the drawer, and after cleaning the young alligator that night, she let it sleep beside the couch. Before dawn the next day, she asked Ge Guang to go into town to inquire...
Ge Guang understood her meaning, mounted his horse without another question, and left the estate.
In about an hour, he returned.