At this moment, the man lying on the ground is already dead Wenren Qianjue reached out and touched the woman's body, hoping to help her seal the bleeding acupuncture points on her body.
Maybe she could survive a little longer and she could find some clues.
However, everything was already too late.
After the woman stretched out her hands and shouted those words, she leaned against the wall and slowly collapsed to the ground, losing her breath.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Baili Suye's handsome eyebrows were already wrinkled.
When he went out, he failed to do what he wanted to do and encountered such a dirty thing.
"Fourth Highness, please go back first.
I'll take care of it here."
Wenren Qianjue squatted down, pulled off a pair of white gloves from near the ancient sword, and examined the injuries of the two corpses.
She was as calm as if she had seen too many corpses like this.
Baili Chuchen stood still, frowning slightly.
This is how a lady should behave towards a corpse, let alone such a disgusting corpse.
Shouldn't she be so scared that she closes her eyes and throws herself into her arms?
And her disdain for herself was also obvious.
If you continue like this, you will be humiliating yourself as she said.
Baili Chuchen did not move: "You are a girl, and I don't worry about leaving you alone with the corpse late at night.
If there is a murderer, you..."
"I hope to see the murderer."
Wenren Qianjue sneered.
She glanced at the clothes worn by the two corpses and felt that she had seen them somewhere, but she could not remember them.
She really doesn't need him anymore.
Baili Chuchen couldn't explain his feelings at that time, but he still accompanied her to report to the official.
When the new magistrate saw that the prince had arrived, although he was arrogant, he did not lose his etiquette.
He carefully checked the relationship between the two.
Early the next morning, Wenren Qianjue had not slept a wink all night and his face was slightly pale. , still persisted in listening to the yamen servant’s reply.
It turned out that those two people were the two people he had met in Qingwan Restaurant during the day, who were on a blind date.
We just met each other during the day, and it turned out to be like this at night She didn't believe that it happened naturally between the two of them.
"Tsk, tsk."
The No. 1 magistrate walked around the two corpses and covered his nose with a white handkerchief in disgust: "Why do stupid people hate each other like this?
It's so disgusting."
"Report to your lord."
The matchmaker was also extremely puzzled: "The two of them were very satisfied when they met yesterday.
It is impossible for such a thing to happen.
They have no grudges or grudges."
It's not hate, it's love.
Through the report from the yamen servant, she already knew that the dead man's name was Lin Tai, and he was the personal servant of the squire Lin Fu.
He had been with him for more than ten or twenty years.
He had been a bachelor all his life and was dull and honest.
The woman, named Wu Meiniang, was originally a brothel girl who was redeemed by a businessman to become his wife.
However, within two years, the businessman died.
Both of these people have an extraordinary desire for the opposite sex, but they have not had any contact with the opposite sex for several years.
They long to be together When this thought crossed Wenren Qianjue's mind, she inexplicably thought of what Wei Qing said while kneading the dough that day.
"What's wrong with wine pools and meat forests?
Everyone is immersed in their own favorite things."
Then he said in her ear: "What about you, what do you like?"
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The voice was inexplicably bewitching, as if there was something wrong with it.
Are you immersed in what you like?
Wenren Qianjue touched her nose, and a smile suddenly appeared.
She said goodbye to Baili Chuchen and ran out in a hurry.
Baili Chuchen wanted to reach out, but didn't pursue it.
Countless times, he watched this woman slip away from his hands without any intention of looking back.
Wenren Qianjue knocked on the door of Lin Mansion with a calm smile: "I came to see Mr.
Lin about the death of his personal servant Lin Tai."
There was a lot of commotion in the Lin Mansion, and Mr.
Lin couldn't find Lin Tai early in the morning.
Being used to being served by him, no one would feel comfortable doing anything.
As soon as he heard the news that the person was dead, a teacup clattered to the ground.
"Why is this beast running out in the middle of the night?"
Mr.
Lin was very angry, his beard trembling: "If I don't have him, I have to train another one."
The person who has been with him for so long has no affection at all.
When a person dies, there is only one sentence that needs to be cultivated.
There was a sneer on Wenren Qianjue's lips, but she did not continue and casually recounted the cause of death that she saw. snap The tea that a maid had just brought dropped to the ground and shattered.
"It must be him, he is back."
The maid's face was pale and her lips were trembling.
He didn't even care that Wenren Qianjue was present, he had completely lost his composure.
"He" Wenren Qianjue raised his eyebrows: "Who are you talking about?"
Before the maid could say anything, Mr.
Lin interrupted abruptly: "You can't see the broken pieces of the two teacups on the ground.
If you don't work carefully, please look at your tender skin."
Wenren Qianjue smiled faintly, held his teacup, and took a slow sip.
Lin Fu was bluffing.
After hearing what the maid said, his face turned pale, but he still held it back.
"No one, this girl is nervous.
Tell the government that I will take the burial money, and I won't hold anyone accountable.
And you, don't bother me either."
The more he refuses to say anything, the more it proves there is something wrong.
Wenren Qianjue did not press the question for the time being, because she had another question that she had prepared before she came.
"Mr.
Lin, do you know that a servant from the palace's kitchen lives in Tongtou Lane?"
She was still sitting peacefully, with no intention of leaving.
"I know."
Lin Fu saw that the problem was going nowhere, and his face was full of doubts: "What's wrong with him?"
good to know The smile on Wenren Qianjue's lips became thicker and thicker, because when she was listening to the Yamen's report to the Lin Mansion this morning, she suddenly remembered that in her previous investigation, the deceased chef of Fushou Tower had visited some places before his death.
Mansion, door-to-door delivery of dishes.
Among them is Lin Mansion.
If the handyman has also been here, then the case finally has a physical point that can be grasped, and everything revolves around the Lin Mansion.
"Has he ever been to your mansion?"
Wenren Qianjue remained unhurried.
"Of course I have been here.
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Every time he comes out of the palace, he brings me some delicacies that are only available in the palace.
I give him money to support my mother."
Lin Fu said it very generously.
Wenren Qianjue paused, every time "So, he was also here on the 20th of last month."
Wenren Qianjue's eyes became brighter and brighter.
Lin Fu didn't think anything of it: "Absolutely.
Who remembers the specific date?
What I'm asking is, what happened to him?"
"He" Wenren Qianjue said with half playful and half serious eyes: "He is dead" As soon as the words came out, Mr.
Lin's face paled visibly, and then he forced himself to hold on to the table before barely standing.
The maid who was collecting the pieces made a mistake with her hand, and the pieces cut out, and the blood dyed the white porcelain red.
But she didn't dare to say more, and tears of fear were welling up in her eyes.
Lin Fu suddenly became panicked, waved his hands and said, "It's unlucky to tell me whether you're going to die or not this morning.
I'm here to see you off."
The servant came up and wanted to ask Wenren Qianjue to come out.
She stood up slowly.
She was tall and thin, but she had an unspeakable charm: "Mr.
Lin, who is he?
You really don't want to tell me."
"I have nothing to tell you."
Lin Fu's eyes rolled around, and his fat figure was panting as he walked.
He didn't know whether it was because it was too hot, or because this question made him feel guilty.
He kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.
He waved his hand randomly and asked him to take Wenren Qianjue down.
At this moment, a tall and perfect figure slowly walked in.
It was as if the whole room was flooded with bright sunshine, and that man had such an outstanding demeanor that it would make people feel nervous every time they saw him.
Ouyang Junnuo let go, and a handful of golden beads fell to the ground, scurrying all over the place.
He smiled lightly and said: "You have eighteen shops under your name.
You are considered a big business among the merchants in the capital.
You are mainly engaged in the leather goods business.
You buy in the autumn and sell in the winter.
The ratio of the purchase price to the sales is Huge profits.”
His fair and delicate fingers casually flicked the purple gold abacus, and then casually told the recent accounts of Lin's shop.
Master Lin's face turned paler than before: "Who are you?"
"Well" Ouyang Xiu pondered for a while: "I always thought that the value of this aspect of business would be reduced.
However, since the profits are so huge, I might as well let the royal family get involved in the business."
Lin Fu looked at his single lens again, Zijin Little Abacus, and no longer wanted to admit that he knew the identity of the person in front of him.
The royal family has a lot of money, but once it gets involved, he won't even be able to drink the soup.
Lin Fu almost cried: "Mr.
Ouyang, as long as it is what you want, just say that I was just a kid who couldn't see the mountain."
Ouyang Junnuo elegantly turned to look at Wenren Qianjue, pretending to be suspicious: "Qianjue, what did you want to ask just now?"
"Who is he that the maid said?"
A ruffian-like smile appeared on Wenren Qianjue's face.
She was gearing up just now, planning to hit this old guy until he was crippled, as he said, rather than die directly after he was hit one day.
The appearance of Ouyang Junnuo solved the problem perfectly.
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Sometimes I really wonder what his head is made of and how he can remember so many things.
Qian Jue, the witness, asked again, and Mr.
Lin couldn't pretend anymore, so he could only say very ruthlessly: "The person Cui'er mentioned just now is named Meng Qiu, and his family was once a branch of the royal family.
After the decline, he came to my family."
He was a neighbor nearby.
One day there was a fire on the street and everyone was gone.
His parents were sad and moved away. " He looked at his house uneasily: "I don't know whether he is dead or not.
Anyway, the house I live in now was sold to me when the Meng family moved away.
Cui'er, maybe she is afraid of ghosts. " "Meng Qiu."
Wenren Qianjue lowered his eyes and wrote down the name.
Walking out of the Lin Mansion, Ouyang was elegant and walking beside her.
He was clearly an extremely gentle and elegant young man: "Did you get what you wanted to ask?"
"Almost, but not even close."
Wenren Qianjue walked away cheerfully: "That old fox didn't tell me everything he knew.
I have to look up the rest myself."
"Where are you going to start checking?"
Ouyang Junnuo said with a slight smile.
Wenren Qianjue suddenly turned around and looked at him like a monster: "Why, every time I need help, you always show up in time?"
The young master is busy with enough state affairs every day.
Now I can actually take care of others Ouyang Junnuo smiled lightly, as gentle as water, which indeed made her slightly stunned for a moment: "I said it was just a coincidence, do you believe it?"
There is a ghost in Xinren.
Wenren Qianjue shook his head.
Ouyang Junnuo shrugged.
The fox eyes behind the lenses smiled very cunningly.
No matter how you looked at it, there was a hint of darkness in his belly: "Forget it if you don't believe me.
If I say that we met a long time ago, you won't believe me even more."
Indeed, this sounds more ridiculous.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Wenren Qianjue didn't ask any more questions: "The files are so vast, it took me ages to read them by myself.
It seems I need to find someone to help."
A certain peerless black figure flashed across his mind.
The man's cold lips and half-smiling look were all vivid in his mind.
Your Highness, I'm sorry this time, but you are the only one who has read all the files: