My wife is not a demon

"I'll talk to Miss Xue about something, not anyone else."

Chen Musai gave the other party a piece of silver.

Ever since he received bribes from Hanwu Temple, Chen Mu has actually experienced the pleasure of being a wealthy man in the past few days, spending money in a hurry.

But the old bustard pushed the money back and said with a wry smile, "Can you promise me this is the last time?"

"What if I'm here to prostitute?"

"Then it's most suitable for Chen Tutou to come at night. Many girls in my family miss you."

The bustard forced a smile.

Chen Mu sighed: "It's not easy to put out the fire in the morning, can mother Xu help me? If the fire doesn't go out, it will be you, Ju Chunlou, who will suffer."

Hearing Chen Mu's double-entendre threat, the bustard had no choice but to agree.

Chen Mu and Yun Zhiyue were asked to wait in the lobby first, and the bustard went upstairs to inform Xue Caiqing that it would be about time for a cup of tea, and the bustard signaled them to go up.

But Chen Mu asked Yun Zhiyue to wait downstairs, and he went to see Xue Caiqing alone.

Dazed Mao also rolled his eyes wildly at this.

When he was about to go upstairs, Chen Mu's heart suddenly moved, and he asked the bustard: "Mother Xu, Liu Xiangjun, do you still remember?"

The old bustard's complexion changed, and he forced out an ugly smile: "Why did Catcher Chen suddenly ask about this again?"

"Stupid."

Chen Mu beckoned Yun Zhiyue to come over, whispered a few words in her ear, then smiled at the bustard. "Mother Xu, my friend asks you a few questions, and I hope you can answer them honestly."

"This..." The bustard had a bitter look on his face.

Chen Mu patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's okay, if we can cooperate well this time, we may not bother you in the future."

Hearing these words, the bustard could only nod with a wry smile.

……

Entering Xue Caiqing's room, the fragrance of chrysanthemum lingers.

There is a comfortable ebony bed in the center of the room, and Xue Caiqing is sitting in front of the dressing table next to her, combing her ink-like long hair silently.

The woman's willow waist is about green, and she is wearing a light blue dress that sets off her slender and graceful curves.

It is as beautiful and moving as a freeze-frame painting.

It's a pity that the woman is still covered with a white gauze, only revealing a pair of clear and cold eyes, making Chen Mu wonder if the other party wears it when she sleeps.

"Chen Butou came to see me so early, the case must have progressed."

Xue Caiqing said softly.

"Okay."

Chen Mu came behind the woman, put his hands on the chair, and his figure was reflected in the clear brass mirror as round as a moon disk.

He grabbed the comb in the woman's hand and said with a smile, "How about I help you?"

There was an inexplicable sense of harmony between the two of them at this moment.

The man is handsome and unrestrained, and the woman is glamorous and refined. They seem to be a newlywed couple who have just woken up, full of tenderness.

Seeing the woman holding the wooden comb tightly, Chen Mu shrugged: "Just kidding."

He walked to the chair next to the exquisite bookshelf and sat down, raised his legs, pulled out a collection of poems and essays, and asked, "What type of man does Miss Xue usually like?"

"Chen Butou has something to say, just say it."

Xue Caiqing said lightly.

Chen Mu lowered his head and flipped through the anthology, but after seeing the editorial note of 'Mr. Ruan' on the cover, he laughed: "Is Miss Xue familiar with Mr. Ruan?"

"I've talked to him a few times, and he may be the most talented person in Qingyu County."

Xue Caiqing gave a very high evaluation.

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows, pretending to ask intentionally or unintentionally: "I heard that Mr. Ruan likes Liu Xiangjun very much."

The movement of the woman combing her hair suddenly froze, her bland eyes became sharper, and she looked directly at Chen Mu through the mirror.

After a while, she said softly: "Many people like Xiangjun."

"It's a pity that the beautiful woman has passed away."

Chen Mu sighed.

Xue Caiqing combed her long hair slowly, but the fingers holding the comb were extraordinarily hard, slightly turning white.

"I heard that you have a good relationship with Liu Xiangjun." Chen Mu asked

After being silent for a while, the woman turned around and stared at the other party with faint eyes: "What exactly is Chen Butou trying to say?"

Chen Mu stopped beating around the bush and said, "I have made some progress regarding the case of Ju Chunlou, but this case is related to Liu Xiangjun's death."

"you sure?"

"Very sure!" Chen Mu said lightly, "And I suspect that Liu Xiangjun did not drown accidentally, but was killed by Yuan Xing'er and other eleven women together!"

Snapped!

The comb fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The woman's eyes were mocking, and her tone was as indifferent as empty: "Is Catcher Chen handling the case now based on imagination?"

"It's imagination, but it also has an absolute logical basis."

Chen Mu got up and bent down to pick up the wooden comb on the ground, and came to the woman's back and picked up a soft blue hair and combed it slowly, extremely gentle.

Xue Caiqing didn't stop her, but her hands gripping the skirt became more and more forceful.

"That night at the poetry conference, Liu Xiangjun was drunk like mud, and the eleven women who took care of her were Yuan Xing'er and the others."

Chen Mu spoke in a low tone, as if he was telling a story to a child, "These eleven women are all dead now, and their dead posture is exactly the same as Liu Xiangjun's usual sleeping posture..."

Swish!

Xue Caiqing stood up suddenly.