My wife is not a demon

"Why don't you go back and rest, I'm afraid you will give birth sooner or later."

Chen Mu couldn't help joking.

Zhang Awei rolled his eyes: "Boss, if you can marry as few wives as you can, marry as few as possible. You are living a miserable life."

"People who can't eat grapes still sympathize with those who eat grapes because they eat too sour."

Chen Mu was amused. "Haven't you heard a sentence? If you don't have that diamond, don't take on that porcelain job. Any benefits you enjoy are equal to your ability. You can't even handle a little girl from the Jiaofang Division, and you still point me to it? "

Zhang Awei was speechless.

Looking back on his current situation, the young man looked worried and hesitant.

A man with the same pair of eyes and one nose, at most, has a slightly lower appearance. Why is there such a difference between me and the team leader?

The teenager couldn't figure it out.

Chen Mu patted the young man on the shoulder: "No kidding, think about it, or find you a girl of the right family."

Seeing the other party's serious expression, Zhang Awei lowered his head and said sullenly: "Let me think about it."

Obviously, the young man was unwilling.

Chen Mu didn't force the other party to make a statement immediately, and when he was about to take Zhang Awei to the nearby tea stand to rest for a while, he saw several police officers from the government office in the distance rushing towards the other side of the street.

That direction... should be the market.

Chen Mu suddenly remembered the case of fruit rot mentioned by Zhang Awei during breakfast, and his heart moved, and he followed.

When I came to the fruit stall in the market, I saw a group of people gathered together, and the voices were noisy.

"The fruit must have been tampered with again."

Zhang Awei touched his bulging belly and said.

Chen Mu passed through the crowd, several government officials were maintaining order, and two fruit stall owners were scolding each other.If it wasn't for the yamen servants, I'm afraid they would have rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward to fight.

Apples are scattered all over the ground around the fruit stall...all of them are rotten.

Chen Mu walked over and picked up a fruit to check.

A head catcher who was maintaining order saw someone suddenly barging in, and was about to frowned and scolded, but found that it was Chen Mu. He hurriedly changed his face, stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "My lord."

Chen Mu looked at the rotten fruit and asked, "What's going on?"

The apple in her hand was like a girl whose youth and vitality had been taken away, her body was wrinkled, and the brown core was completely moldy.

"Well, it's just a small matter of neighborhood disputes."

The catcher sighed and smiled wryly. "In the past few days, some of the fruits stored in the fruit stalls in the market have all rotted, and I suspect that they were made by colleagues."

"Only apples?"

"Yes, only this fruit."

"Is the fruit in high demand recently?"

"Very average."

"..."

After asking a few words casually, Chen Mu murmured in his heart.

He looked through the fruits in the baskets of several stall owners, and they were basically in a rotten state.

Strange, who is so bored to attack Guozi?

And it can be rotted in a short period of time, only special potions or some spells can do it.

The one behind the scene must be a monk, or it may be a monster.

Chen Mu walked up to one of the stall owners and asked, "Are these fruits found rotten when the stall was set up?"

"Yep."

The stall owner knew that the handsome man in front of him was a high-ranking official, so he became nervous and stuttered when he spoke.

"Do you usually store these fruits in the cellar or in the house after closing the stall?"

"In...in the cellar..."

"Did you hear any strange movements at night?"

"This..." The stall owner looked depressed and shook his head after thinking about it for a while. "There is no strange movement, but the smell of fruit is a bit strong when I wake up in the morning."

odor?

Chen Mu asked other stall owners again and came to the same conclusion.

"Boss, is there something wrong with this case?" Seeing Chen Mu's serious face, Zhang Awei stepped forward and asked.

Chen Mu nodded lightly: "It's really strange."

While holding his big belly, Zhang Awei said: "Is the team leader planning to investigate this case? But now the case with Miss Caiqing..."

"It's okay, I don't have a clue anyway."

Chen Mu rubbed his brows and smiled, and called the owner of the fruit stall who had questioned him at the beginning, and asked him to lead the way to the other party's home for inspection.

When he came to the stall owner's house, Chen Mu checked the cellar first.

The cellar where the fruit was stored showed no signs of damage, and there were no extra footprints nearby, and it was weird everywhere.

"If it's a demon...why do you only love one fruit?"

Chen Mu squatted down and looked at the rotten apple, guessing. "If it is a human being, what use is this fruit for him?"

At this time, some old memories seemed to appear in Chen Mu's mind, but they could not be clearly expressed.

The more I think about it, the more blurred it becomes.

Why just Apple?

These apples have not been bitten, they have been completely taken out of their vitality, more like a special secret technique.

……

After leaving the stall owner's house, Chen Mu handed over the case to the government office to handle it first.