Wenren Qianjue smiled: "Thank you, Mr.
Ouyang.
The clues I can find on this street have been dealt with.
What follows is the matter at the mass grave.
That doesn't happen to be the property of the Ouyang family, right?"
She raised her eyebrows, half-jokingly.
His Highness was as quiet as a sculpture beside him.
That's just an outsider's feeling.
Ouyang Junnuo knew better than anyone else that if he continued to play with fire like this, he would explode.
There was a hint of thinking in his eyes, and then he said: "Don't worry about this.
Although the mass graves are not the property of the Ouyang family, unfortunately Yizhuang is.
Maybe I can really take care of the third lady's matter, but I don't know , whose body the third lady wants to check?”
Wenren Qianjue didn't expect that the Ouyang family would reach out to Yizhuang.
Is there any other industry in the capital that the owner behind it has nothing to do with the Ouyang family?
"The corpse I want to check is wearing a bright red girl's wedding dress, with peonies and phoenixes embroidered on it.
On the right hand is a not very good jade bracelet.
It may be an old woman with white hair, or it may be a body wearing a wedding dress. of bones.”
Ouyang Junnuo paused and played with the purple gold abacus in his hand: "Owned bones" "Yeah."
Wenren Qianjue nodded.
"Okay, if I have any news, I will send it to the third lady's house as soon as possible."
Ouyang Junnuo turned sideways and made way out of the way.
In his gentle eyes, there was a hint of sinisterness that others could not see.
From what he looks like today, His Highness Seventh Prince is more interested in Wenren Qianjue than he thought.
He remembered that Wenren Qianjue was engaged to Baili Chuchen in the past, but Baili Chuchen had found a way to break off the engagement a few days ago.
The first time we met today and several times we met, Wenren Qianjue was very different from the rumors.
Baili Chuchen's heart must have changed.
It has been many years since he saw His Highness's good show.
Maybe this time, he can add fuel to the fire.
"Then I'll thank Young Master Ouyang first."
Before Wenren Qianjue left, he suddenly thought of something and added: "Young Master, just call me Wenren Qianjue.
I'm not a young lady."
Most of those ladies are not as good as the girls on this flower street.
After all, they still support themselves.
Ouyang Junnuo also laughed: "Miss Wenren doesn't need to call me Mr.
Ouyang, just call me Ouyang."
"Yeah."
She pulled the ghost-faced man away, and she didn't even raise her eyelids when passing by Baili Chuchen.
If you treat him politely when you see him, it's because my aunt is in a good mood.
However, she is in a bad mood now and has no time to serve the prince and young master.
Whether other people are happy or not has nothing to do with her.
After going out, she walked casually for a while.
She was wandering, not knowing what she was thinking, and she forgot to let go of the hand she was holding.
From beginning to end, everyone around her stayed with her quietly.
When he came to his senses, he was already near Xiaohui's house.
In the night sky, a slightly flawed moon gradually poked its head out from behind the clouds.
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The moment when the light shines down.
Wenren Qianjue turned her head to talk to the ghost-faced man: "Let's go in and take a look."
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes froze, and the ghost-faced man's eyes, as dark as the night, suddenly glowed with a layer of evil purple.
The eyes are like glass for an instant, like the night sky, dotted with stars, they seem to contain countless secrets, they are so breathtakingly beautiful that you can no longer take your eyes away.
And her hand accidentally held his, and the coldness spread out at that moment.
What he held in his hand seemed not to be his fingertips, but ice cubes She subconsciously wanted to touch her again, but he quickly withdrew his hand.
Looking up, she blurted out: "Your eyes", but she saw that his eyes were no different from usual.
The dream-like and enchanting purple color had completely disappeared.
Those eyes were still silent, as rich and dark as the dark night.
It was as if everything just now was just an illusion she had inadvertently experienced.
The ghost-faced man lifted his lips, and a faint arc appeared on his lips, so charming: "My eyes are beautiful, right?"
It is well known: She seriously suspected that the man in front of her had been with Pei Yuange for too long and was infected with narcissism.
Wenren Qianjue strode towards Xiaohui's house: "Yes, everything you said is right."
She shook her head.
She was probably too tired, so she had the hallucination just now.
"I want to go there and see it."
He raised his eyes, and his dark night-like eyes met the moon in the sky.
One was dark, the other was bright, like twins, echoing each other.
Under the reflection of the moonlight, the dark night pupils gradually became lighter and turned into a deep purple.
Then continue to fade away The purple color that emerged became more and more evil, and finally changed the color of the entire eyes, making them look like extremely noble crystals.
It was almost the full moon.
He curled his lips.
At this time, he was usually in the Night Palace.
Under the black clothes that Wenren Qianjue didn't see, a thin layer of frost had formed on the inside of his sleeves, and the snow net was densely covered, making the ice and snow beautiful.
He suppressed the surging feeling in his body and melted the thin frost.
His Highness withdrew his gaze and followed the little woman in front of him.
Before Wenren Qianjue reached the door of that house, the door creaked open.
A young man came out, his brocade shirt clean and meticulous.
The man also said refreshingly: "No need to give it away."
Old man Li walked out anyway, held the young man's hand, shook his head and sighed: "Tianrui, Xiaohui was lost before she entered your house.
It's rare that you come to see us old couple."
The young man named Tianrui shook his head: "Don't say that, old man.
Since you are engaged to this junior, I will not ignore her parents."
Old Man Li was a little choked, sobbed for a long time, and waved his hands: "You can go.
You don't have to come back again.
We may never get Xiaohui back.
Tianrui, you are a good young man, find another wife."
Wenren Qianjue didn't move forward.
That person turned out to be Xiaohui's fiancé.
If He Wenqiu simply rejected her, it would be a blessing for her to marry the young man in front of her.
It's a pity Tianrui had already left.
Old Man Li did not enter the door, but slowly squatted down at the door.
He lit his cigarette and took a few puffs.
His sorrow made him look a few years older.
"Xiaohui, Xiaohui."
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He muttered a few words, with despair in his eyes, and finally knocked off the ashes from his tobacco bag and returned to the house.
Wenren Qianjue bumped into the person next to her: "Do you feel that?"
The ghost-faced man responded coldly: "I think he already knew that his daughter was dead, but he didn't tell the truth to the government and still went to report the case."
"Yeah."
That's what she meant.
"Well."
The ghost-faced man suddenly picked her up horizontally, and with her feet a little bit, she got up easily, walked silently through the night sky, and landed steadily in the yard of Xiaohui's house: "Why don't you see it with your own eyes?
knew."
He said this with a half-smile.
Wenren Qianjue suddenly discovered that this man was aware of some things that he had not discovered.
Just didn't tell her.
She remembered that when he showed up that night, he asked her: "You don't want to know how Xia Yunrou died."
That's why he stayed inexplicably.
But until now, he didn't seem to tell himself anything.
He was like a god, watching her struggle desperately in the water from a high place.
"Hey."
Wenren Qianjue grabbed his collar and asked, "How did Xia Yunrou die?"
The ghost-faced man's eyes fell on her hand, and a dangerous look flashed across his face: "If I were you, I would let go."
She thought about it, threats would not work on this man.
So he loosened his collar, tidied it up for him very virtuously, patted it, and asked again: "How did Xia Yunrou die?"
There was a hint of joking in the ghost-faced man's expression: "What if I said, I don't know?"
"You" Wenren Qianjue knows that you shouldn't believe him "Stop crying, what's the use of crying?"
Old Man Li's angry voice came.
He yelled at his wife, his voice was also full of helplessness: "That girl died in a strange way.
If word spreads, there's nothing we can do."
As a human being, do you think I am willing to leave my daughter in a mass grave like that?"
Wenren Qianjue turned her eyes and fixed her gaze on a small room.
It turned out that the two gangsters carrying the coffin were hired by Uncle Li.
An extremely sad crying sound came from the room, over and over again, as if people's hearts were about to be cried out: "My poor girl."
Old Man Li sighed, his voice choked with sobs: "Maybe she shouldn't have been born in my family.
Maybe if I let her marry that brat, something like this wouldn't happen."
"Let's go."
Wenren Qianjue poked the ghost-faced man on the shoulder.
She didn't want to hear any more.
What she knows is that no matter who the person behind it is, she will definitely find him out, and then make repayment for these lives that are no more than a few years old.
"Get out, you need to walk by yourself."
The ghost-faced man floated steadily and landed on the wall without making a single sound.
He stood on the wall and looked at her leisurely.
It is well known: She felt that before she finished investigating the case, she might be quick and find an opportunity to kill the man on the wall. night Wenren Qianjue was lying on the bed.
She moved her body, scurrying to the left and right, but she still didn't fall asleep.
Opening his eyes, the expression in them was extremely cold.
The people around him seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Wenren Qianjue quietly turned over, raised her chin and looked at the people around her, her beautiful brows furrowed.
Is this man homeless or does he just like to cause trouble for her?
There are so many places, why does he sleep in her bed?
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Before entering the inn, she clearly saw those evil purple eyes with her own eyes.
Those eyes seemed to have magic power.
As soon as she closed her eyes, she would completely see those eyes on the ghost's face.
Noble, elegant, pure and different sky.
Just looked at her without any emotion.
The feeling was too real, and she was sure that the scene she saw was real.
It's definitely not something I imagined because I was too tired.
Who is this man sleeping next to him?
The moonlight streamed down his face.
Under the ghost face, only his chin and lips can be seen, with sharp edges and corners, like a sculpture.
Every inch is so fatally tempting.
The lip line is elegant and charming, and the tight look looks ruthless.
As she watched, Wenren Qianjue had a strange thought in her heart.
For some reason, she felt that the man in front of her had been seen somewhere before.
Where exactly it was, she couldn't remember even to death.
Immediately afterwards, another dangerous thought jumped out.
The two of them had known each other for a long time, but there were endless secrets hidden in this man.
She had never even seen the true face beneath the ghost face.
This man is fast asleep now, breathing evenly like an angel.
Maybe she can try Wenren Qianjue took a deep breath, raised one of her hands, and reached out cautiously.
Getting closer inch by inch.
Even when killing someone, her hands had never been so nervous.
The hand finally reached the side of the mask.
She narrowed her eyes and felt a strong premonition in her heart.
As long as the mask was lifted, all the mysteries would be solved: