My wife is not a demon

Sometimes frowning, sometimes turning the charcoal pencil in the hand with fancy skills, making people dazzled round and round.

The light outside the door slowly shifted, forming a few scattered shadows through the gap.

Against Chen Mu's figure, he was a little hazy.

In a trance, a man is like a frozen picture.

Meng Yanqing was so absorbed in watching that she forgot to continue the embroidery in her hand, she didn't come to her senses until Bai Nun's fingertips were accidentally pricked by the needle point.

He hurriedly put his jade finger between his lips.

On the smooth and jade-like cheeks, traces of blush floated.

She lowered her head to embroider for a while, but couldn't help but look again.Inexplicably, the beautiful woman felt a strange feeling in her heart.

It's as if they are a couple.

The men do the office work and the women do the housework. This situation is inexplicably harmonious.

It's just fantasies are fantasies, although Meng Yanqing complained endlessly about her marriage, she still kept her girlish expectations.

But the reality is like a chain, always reminding her that she has lost her emotional freedom.

Just think about it.

"old."

Meng Yanqing caressed her cheek and laughed at herself.

……

Chen Mu finally finished reading all the transcripts.

It took more than an hour.

Aside from those completely useless information, Chen Mu specially screened out some transcripts that were helpful to the case and recorded them.

"Sure enough, it's almost as expected. People's hearts are unpredictable."

Chen Mu muttered to himself.

I stretched my waist and prepared to get up and move around, but the soreness in my waist doubled when I just stood up.

In pain, Chen Mu could only support the table with one hand, and beat his lumbar spine with the other hand.

"Are you OK."

Meng Yanqing put down her embroidery and looked at him with concern.

Chen Mu waved his hands, took a while to straighten up, and said with a wry smile, "It's okay, I'm just sick."

"You are too weak." Meng Yanqing said.

Chen Mu: "..."

Why do people always say that I am weak.

After sorting out the useful records, Chen Mu glanced at Leu Ke and frowned: "What is this Ah Wei doing, does it take so long to redeem himself?"

"How about... let's go take a look?"

Meng Yanqing was a little worried.

Chen Mu smiled and sat back in the chair: "It's not necessary. I guess there are many rules over there, so nothing will happen. Wait a little longer."

"Ah."

Meng Yanqing nodded slightly.

Seeing that the small notebook that Chen Mu carried was full of words, he couldn't help asking curiously:

"Is there any clue about the case of Mu Xiang'er's family?"

Because her son is the policeman, she also knows something about Mu Xiang'er's case.

When she learned that Mu Xiang'er was killed because of her uncle, she was shocked for a long time. She never thought that there would be such a beast in the world.

At the same time, he admired Chen Mu's ability to handle cases to the extreme.

"I have a clue, Mu Xiang'er's family was indeed killed by homicide." Chen Mu took a deep breath, with a hint of bitterness on the corners of his lips.

"Do you have clues about who the murderer is?"

Meng Yanqing asked.

Chen Mu didn't answer, but stared at the woman's charming face, and asked, "Who do you think is the most pitiful?"

Meng Yanqing was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while and said:

"Of course it's Mu Xiang'er. She should have a bright future, but she died because of her uncle. Now her family members have been murdered, and there won't even be anyone to worship her in the future."

"Yes, she is indeed very pitiful, really...very, very pitiful."

Chen Mu sighed.

Meng Yanqing raised her eyebrows, feeling that there was something in the other party's words.

Chen Mu picked up the stack of notes, and said lightly:

"Mu Dahe and his son belong to the bastards. They usually sneak around the county town, or go to the gambling house to fool around. But...

On the first day of June, the two did not show up in the town.

No one has seen them in gambling houses, docks, poor streets, etc.Including the two days of the second and third day of June.

So from this point, it can be concluded that the father and son did not die in the fire on the fourth day of June, but died on the first day of June!

Or, they had already lost their personal freedom at that time.

I am leaning towards the latter! "

Meng Yanqing's almond eyes widened: "He died on the first day of June? What about Mu Xiang'er's mother? Did she also die on the first day of June?"

"No, she may have died a day early."

Chen Mu said.

Meng Yanqing was a little confused.