Fast travel: report to the host, the system crashed again!

Chapter 422: Only the Emperor’s Heart ([-])
Song Beifan and Zichu looked at each other, put down their bowls and chopsticks, left the money and hurried away with the young catcher.

"Wait for me!" Although Wutong was scared, he still pursued her without hesitation. How could he let him run away when he was so beautiful?

Jogging along with the three of them to the crime scene, Wutong's face turned pale again.

The body of the deceased this time had been smoked and roasted, cut into pieces and hung to dry, as if they were drying bacon...

Many onlookers could not bear to look directly, covered their eyes and fled.Few people remained.

"You are brave." A cold tone rang in his ears. Wutong suppressed the feeling of vomiting in his heart, raised his head and smiled sweetly at Song Beifan. You must not show any indecency in front of the target you want to flirt with at any time. Come in like shape!

"My face turned pale." Suddenly he reached out and covered Wutong's eyes, and Wutong's face instantly became filled with heat.

Putting his hands on his, he said with a smile: "How can Song Butou be so considerate, and cover my eyes for me?"

"I'm afraid you'll see something you shouldn't see and leak the secret." Song Beifan looked at his mouth angrily and turned sideways to watch Zichu piece together the body that had been cut into several pieces.

"Judging from the splicing at the scene, there is indeed only one body." Zichu said calmly, while someone beside him was writing quickly with a pen and ink.

"It's already the third time." Wutong was shocked by Song Beifan's words. This was the second time she had seen it, but Song Beifan said that it was the third time. In other words, there had been another one in the meantime, and the interval was about Once every two days...

With the hair standing on end behind him, Wutong suddenly hugged Song Beifan's arm tightly, his body trembling.

Song Beifan wanted to scold her, but after seeing her pale face and feeling the coldness of her palm, he didn't say any more, and let Wutong go, as if he was injured and entangled with an extra snake.

After cleaning up the scene, Song Beifan pointed to Wutong who was holding his arm and said: "You go back to the Yamen first, and I will send her back."

Zichu looked serious, nodded and left with the body with the others.

"Let's go." He pulled his arm, but couldn't break free from the shackles of the parasol tree. Song Beifan said impatiently, "The corpses have been moved away, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

But Wutong said with a trembling voice: "What if this is an indiscriminate killing? Then the next one will be me..."

She still wanted to speak, but the system forced her not to. In this era, there is no indiscriminate killing. She cannot say something that is not in line with this era, although the final effect of this sentence is the same as what her character should have said. .

"So timid?" Song Beifan's eyes were filled with a slight smile.

Wutong immediately let go of her and said angrily: "You just like to see people make a fool of themselves, right?" He turned his face arrogantly, Wutong held his breath and walked to the inn.

All the cases happened in large inns, and she lived in an inn too, maybe she will be the next one, how can I not be afraid!
"Host rest assured, you have the aura of the protagonist."

After being reminded by the system, Wutong felt a little less afraid. Yes, she has the aura of the protagonist!What's so scary?
He straightened his chest and continued walking forward, glancing back from time to time. That bastard Song Beifan actually had no intention of catching up!Sure enough, everything about sending someone back is just for others to hear!
In the depression, I only heard the person behind me say: "It's the wrong way."

"...I just want to go around, why should I go back so early!" He stubbornly refused to admit his mistake.

"I'm leaving."

"Don't!" Wutong was still defeated and once again approached him with a calm face and said with a smile, "Song Captor, Brother Song, Xiao Fanfan~ just go shopping with me~"

Because she was performing hard, she didn't notice that Song Beifan's other hand was slightly clenched on the handle of the knife.

"I'm going to the Yamen." Rejecting Wutong's coquettishness, she turned and walked towards the Yamen.

Wutong followed him eagerly, noisily beside him like a puppy wagging its tail: "Take me with you, Capt. Song, do you have the heart to let me, a weak woman, wander the streets alone?"

"Why can't you bear it? Besides, you are a weak woman?" He stopped and looked at Wutong impatiently, his eyes full of indifference.

"Yes!" In order to prove his weakness, Wutong lifted up his sleeves, and his expression changed when he noticed the bruises on his wrists. Fortunately, Song Beifan had already closed his eyes, so he probably didn't see them.

"What kind of dignity!" Song Beifan, with his eyes closed, scolded Wutong for his rudeness, and he turned his back, "Pull it up!"

Wutong breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Song Beifan didn't notice it at all. If he had seen it, he might have realized that she was the thief. Fortunately, he was reckless just now.

Quickly retracting his hand, Wutong smiled: "I know, I will only show it to you from now on!"

Xiaojing reappeared in front of him, her hand touched his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes.

"It's unclear whether men and women can accept each other." Song Beifan shook off Wutong's hand and took a step back.

"But you put your hands on my eyes just now." He blinked innocently twice.

Hearing this, Song Beifan's face turned reddish, and he said awkwardly, "I told you, I'm just afraid that you'll see something you shouldn't."

"But I also touched your hand, and you didn't object. The older generation said that once you hold hands, you will be together for a lifetime." Wutong really admires his flirtatious skills, which are simply full!After being so flirtatious, she couldn't believe that Song Beifan wasn't tempted!

"Special treatment at special times." Song Beifan said coldly and walked towards the Yamen.

Wu Tong also hurriedly followed, she was actually not afraid of the Yamen, anyway, this group of people couldn't catch her, and it didn't matter if she went in.

He blatantly followed Song Beifan in, and many people asked Song Beifan about Wutong's relationship with him, but he didn't say a word.

Doesn't this give Wutong a chance? She greeted everyone with a smile and told everyone without hesitation: "He is my sweetheart."

Song Beifan's eyelids twitched when he listened to it for the first time. His face turned half dark when he listened to it for the second time. When he listened to it for the third time, he sternly said, "Don't follow me again!"

"What are you so mean about?" He lowered his head in aggrieved tone.

Seemingly aware of his impoliteness, Song Beifan softened his tone again, but his voice was still as cold as ever: "The yamen is an important place, idlers should avoid it."

"Oh." He responded lightly, and Wutong left dejectedly. Song Beifan frowned, wondering if his tone was too harsh.

However, Wutong, who left the yamen, changed his dejected appearance, and turned his head towards the yamen with a triumphant smile: "Song Beifan, you will be mine sooner or later!"

She jumped up and down the street, thinking that the boring day would end like this, but she happened to meet Song Beifan and Zi Chu coming out again, apparently for investigation.

(End of this chapter)