this king; that king

The afternoon sun was just right, the snow had just stopped, and when the sun was at its peak, the caramel-colored masonry ground was finely covered with snow powder, which was really beautiful.

The king was wearing a milk tea-colored thin long trench coat, and the white scarf around his neck wrapped in a light brown sweater was particularly conspicuous.Originally, Ye Song just wanted to put on his clothes and go out, but the king forced him to dress neatly with a modified light gray wool trench coat and a matching set of clothes. When Ye Song asked the reason dissatisfied , the king replied grandly: "Even if I can't see it, I'm not allowed to wear something that doesn't conform to the most exquisite aristocratic aesthetics! It's really embarrassing to the royal family!"

However, Ye Song found that the tailor-made and finely tailored clothes according to the king's slightly chubby body were in perfect harmony with his slightly muscular body.Looking at the king who was a bit shorter than himself on one side, and looking at the pants on his body that let the cold wind pour into them because he was a bit shorter, he couldn't help but sigh how wise he was wearing long socks.

"Where are we going?" Ye Song asked.

"Since we can't see clothes or high-quality goods, we can only look for food. Let's walk around first, and then go to a famous big cooking pot here to eat in the evening." The king stretched out his hand and made a blind stick to beat Go forward.

"You're not used to using a blind stick. It's time-consuming. We won't be able to walk this street in a year." Ye Song stretched out his hand, "Catch me."

"No, we don't know each other well." In order to show that he can still walk fast, the king knocked twice casually and strode forward, bumping into the postbox on the street, grinning in pain , with teary eyes, but just resisted crying.

"Come here!" Ye Song just couldn't understand this kind of behavior, and grabbed the king's hand and pulled him to his side, "If you get hurt, it will be more difficult to continue your journey. Do you want to grab it?"

"Do as you please." The king said coldly, but his fingers obediently grabbed the corner of Ye Song's clothes.

After walking around for a while, the king seemed to be a little anxious, because he couldn't see anything, so it was no different from walking normally, Ye Song began to regret that he took him out for shopping.

"Ajin, what do you like to watch when you go shopping?" Ye Song asked.

"Huh?..." The king was stunned for a while, "It's been a long time since I went shopping last time, at least 20 years ago. Every time I come out, I go directly to the city lord to check the situation, and I never go anywhere."

"Then tell me what you liked 20 years ago." Ye Song didn't forget to drag the king away from a pedestrian.

"20 years ago, I visited the shopping street in the capital. You must have passed by when you came, right? I walked by when I came back from visiting Yan Hewan's tomb. Compared with now, it is really different..." The king began to break things. Nian, "When I was young, I often went out to shop secretly. At that time, Yan Hewan would carry a strong tote bag with me to pick out clothes, and would secretly pay for me. The tailoring of the clothes in that shop was so good... ...You should know who Yan Hewan is, right?"

"I know, even if the light bulb doesn't tell me, it's in the history textbook." Ye Song replied.

"I really want to go back to that time... I don't have so many things to think about, and I still have someone to talk to with me. Just being with the light bulb is not enough. I'm really greedy..." the king muttered Then, she stopped suddenly, and the smile that had just appeared on the corner of her mouth was crushed hard, "I shouldn't have said these things, let's go, and look elsewhere."

"By the way, Jin, is there any quieter place around here?"

"Yes, there is an observation deck at the foot of the snow mountain, overlooking the whole town, what do you want?"

"We can go for a walk, the air is good, and people will be happier."

"Forget it, I still climb mountains with my eyes? Do you want to throw me to death?"

Ye Song fell silent, and the king heard his hair rubbing against the collar of his coat, making a regular rustling sound, probably nodding his head in understanding.

"Master!" A familiar shout came from a distance, Ye Song turned his head, saw the light bulb running towards him, and waved to the two of them.

"The mayor wrote back, saying that he has found several suspects and wants you to assist in the investigation."

"'How many'?" asked the king. "Isn't it obvious who the bandit was in contact with?"

"Four people, all four of them have contacted bandits." Light bulb shook his head.

"I remember that there was a big man in the tent, the bandit boss wanted to kill me... ahem, he was still watching, he should be the boss's confidant, and I chopped him down later, but he shouldn't be dead, it's ok Try interrogating him." The king suggested.

"That's right, you can also ask those people who fell on the ground." Ye Song echoed.

The king's expression was a little shocked, but he quickly returned to normal, "Those people on the ground...are all dead?"

"No, only one died, bleeding profusely," Ye Song replied, "Are you sad? After all, it's a human life."

"It's not sad. It's not that I haven't executed people for so many years, but I haven't killed people myself." The king replied calmly, and then took out the map of the town and handed it to Ye Song, "You can walk around here. It’s okay to call Morris, and someone can talk with you. The light bulb and I will go and have a look.”

Ye Song handed the king's hand to the light bulb, nodded, and the three of them went in two different directions.

"Bulb," the king asked after he entered the tunnel and confirmed that Ye Song couldn't hear him. "There were three or four people down on the ground at that time?"

"...Yeah, what? Didn't His Majesty cut it down? I'm still amazed at how His Majesty let go of the murder so easily."

"Of course I didn't do it. How could I cut people with a knife under the siege of many people? I should know how to use spells." The king shook his head, "Let them arrange a secret interrogation room in a while, and I want to personally interrogate that disgusting Uncle, he might tell me who did it."

Going down from the interrogation room is the dungeon, which is a unified national regulation, because it is easier for suspects to confess when they see the dark and lifeless dungeon.However, the use of torture is explicitly prohibited, and can only rely on the eloquence of officers and soldiers.

There is a whole stack of masks on the table, which are must-haves that have been confirmed before going out.The king fumbled around until he picked out a mask that was pure white except for the bright and moist lip color on his lips and a green jade on his forehead. He nodded in satisfaction, put it on neatly and walked proudly into the mask. into the interrogation room.

The light bulb was waiting outside the interrogation room to throw the prisoner into the prison at any time, but the inside was as quiet as dewdrops dripping into a lake after rain, with little shaking and no sound.

Soon, the king opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done."

"What does His Majesty think?"

"I don't know," the king shook his head, "I'm a little scared... I always feel that someone wants to harm me."

"Have you thought of anything?"

"No, it's just... a feeling." The king blinked, "Maybe he will find a way to lock me up, or use some strange method to kill me and then take the opportunity to destroy the country..."

"Don't think too much, we still have to identify the suspect." Bulb sighed, pulled the king over, and led him away.

When they arrived at the patrol hall, the police officer placed several documents in front of the king and saluted, "Please have a look."

"Your Majesty's eyesight is not very good these days, please read it out and explain it to Your Majesty," Light Bulb replied.

The king nodded, and after the police officer had finished reading, he did not make a statement and asked instead, "Where is the suspect now?"

"They're all still in their own homes, so they probably don't know they're being watched," the police officer replied.

The king turned sideways to the rabbit: "Bring Ye Song over here, I want to take this opportunity to tell him something."

A brown brick and tile house is located in the middle of the town, and it is inhabited by a rich man who has made his fortune running a new textile factory, a fat man with a naive look.

There is a circle of tall evergreen bushes around the house, and the king and several guards are hiding here and looking inside.Ye Song had just arrived under the transmission of the light bulb, and Morris was not by his side. The king made a gesture to signal him to observe the owner of the house.

"Ah Jin, how are your eyes?" Ye Song asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be better. After the interrogation, I found that I can see colors. It is similar to myopia of 2000 degrees." The king replied.

"Is this uncle the suspect?" Ye Song looked at the uncle who was tidying up the ground in the garden.The uncle was picking his nostrils while sweeping the snow, talking to his daughter.

"Yes, but it's not just him. There are 4 suspects in total. I cut them down to 2 based on the transaction process I witnessed after I was arrested." The king replied, "Don't listen to the transaction process, it's meaningless. I It is for you to help judge, based on intuition."

Ye Song looked at it for a while, but didn't find anything strange about the uncle and his daughter, so he said, "I want to meet the other one."

"Okay, let's go." The king agreed.

The other family is a little further away. The owner is a young man. He has no children and stays at home all day with a sad face. There is his wife's grave in the corner of the garden. Roses are planted around the tombstone, and now there are only dry branches. .

"I think... it should be the family with the tombstone." Ye Song replied.

"Why?" asked the king

"A person who is overly sad is more likely to be irrational, and the uncle has a daughter, so he would not do such a high-risk thing." Ye Song said.

"No, I'm asking about 'intuition'." The king shook his head.

"It's still this family. Because that uncle makes people feel more casual and warm." Ye Song replied.

The king smiled with satisfaction, and ordered to the officers and soldiers behind: "Go, go back and arrest that uncle, he is the prisoner."

"Why?!" Ye Song asked in confusion and surprise.

"Instinct!" The king's eyes pressed Ye Song's nerves from behind the mask.

"Ajin...?"

"I almost forgot to remind you, you should call me Your Majesty in front of outsiders!" The king touched the sapphire on top of his mask, "Look... no one has ever seen the face under this beautiful mask, but this country There are countless people here cheering for this man who wears a crown and a royal robe every day, and respect him. Who would have thought that this king actually likes to act arbitrarily according to his own emotions, and act according to his own mood!"

"Your Majesty, you..." Light Bulb tried to dissuade him, but the king simply ignored him.

"Many people think that those who give people gentleness must be good people, and those who are filthy must be bad people, but who has peeled off their masks and seen the inside of them? No!" The king said inexplicably when he was excited. He paused and turned his head, calmed down after a while and said, "You have gone too far, don't get close to me again, do you hear? You have seen my true face, I will not let you dig out my second layer mask."

Ye Song didn't speak, the king angrily asked a second time: "Did you hear that?!"

"I heard you." Ye Song lowered his head, dizzy and unwilling to lift it up.

"Bulb, let's go." The king raised his head and didn't look at Ye Song again. The crisp sound of shoes quickly disappeared.