My monsters are going to heaven

Lu Yiming thought for a while, searched in the inner pocket of his jacket, and found a crumpled envelope: "This is from Chen Jinzhi, and I'll pass it on to his fiancée."

Wen Yuan hurriedly took the letter.

Although the privacy of others cannot be violated in principle, human life is at stake, so I don't care much about it.

Unpacked, his expression gradually froze.

After a while, he said, "Are you sure it was like this when he gave it to you?"

"Yes. When I took the letter, I stuffed it in my pocket."

He couldn't see after all.

Wen Yuan sighed: "Could it be... Sister Chen washed the clothes?"

"No, I wear these clothes all the time." After all, the weather has been a bit cold recently, so it's normal to wear a coat for two or three days.

After Lu Yiming finished speaking, he felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, and quickly asked: "What's wrong with the words on this letter? It's blurred?"

"Not only is it blurred, but the paper is also rotted into a ball. You can't see what's written on it. It looks like it has been soaked in water for several days. It's just that the material of the envelope is better, and it's not too damaged." Wen Yuan said to He explained the circumstances of the letter.

Why did Chen Jinzhi send him a spoiled letter?Shouldn't it be possible to rewrite one?

Speaking of which...

Lu Yiming couldn't help but recall the scene of that night.

Chen Jinzhi that night was a little weird.

Moreover, I can't see things with my own eyes, and I just rely on my hearing to analyze the situation.

It seems that a lot of details are indeed missed, which is too wrong.

Wen Yuan committed an occupational disease again, so he picked up the notebook and pen beside the bed.

"Repeat what he said to you that night."

As soon as Lu Yiming left, Wen Yuanbi frowned at what Chen Jinzhi said and Lu Yiming's retelling last night.

——Last night, number three and number one in Lu Yiming's mouth partly overlapped in the past events of the Chen family.

Thirty years ago, a mysterious person pawned a golden and emerald box in the Chen family, and told him not to open it within the current period.However, Chen Jinzhi's father, Chen Liancheng, did not believe in evil, and opened the box behind his back.

——In this paragraph, what the two said is inconsistent.

But in the following direction, the stories of the two have discrepancies.

No. [-] said that after that, Chen Liancheng's temperament changed drastically and he was kicked out of the house.

No. [-] talked a lot, but in summary: Chen Liancheng came after him like a lucky star, boosted his family business, everything went smoothly, took in many aunts and wives, gave birth to a lot of sons, and his heart was turned. .Chen Jinzhi felt that staying at home was boring, so he went out to study and make a living.

Which one is real?

No. [-] insisted that he was the real Third Young Master of the Chen family, and Lu Yiming insisted that No. [-] was real.

Wen Yuan's head twitched faintly.

Skip this first, a golden box and a mysterious person mentioned by both of them must be the key.

Among the evidence of the Chen family, there is no such box.

So, it was another death certificate.

Thinking of what happened last night, Wen Yuan was still a little annoyed.

That Chen Jinzhi from last night kept saying that he wanted to cooperate, and he talked about the past of the Chen family like a storyteller, but when he asked questions, he kept his head in the air, his words were vague, and he had no sincerity.

Without saying a few words, he said he was in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Wen Yuan waited for him to leave and rushed out the door, and asked the guards standing upright, how did they let him in?

The guards asked back with sleepy faces: "Isn't that Zhao Donglai? He came several times in a row, and the light was dim at night, so he didn't take a closer look the last time."

He thought that he had some supernatural ability to subdue several layers of guards and break into the ward, but he didn't expect to sneak in this way and play him.

Wen Yuan couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

However, this No. [-] provided an important clue——

"That mysterious person, if I'm not wrong, should be the number one person in the town. This person's origin is unknown. He was a wandering doctor in the rivers and lakes in his early years. Somehow, he fell in love with this place and opened a medical clinic in the town. Later, perhaps thinking that selling medicinal materials was more profitable, they changed to a pharmacy, and the doctor stopped doing it. As a result, the business grew bigger and bigger. Our family has never had any contact with him. Decades ago, my grandfather insisted on buying his house for some reason. My son said that Feng Shui is good. How much money was spent, my grandfather never mentioned it. Besides, my grandfather was frugal all his life, and there was no other place to spend a lot of money. I wondered if it was my grandfather who used this method to pawn Handed over the money to that person openly? Otherwise, it would be troublesome to give so much gold to others quietly."

——The person he was talking about was Lu Yiming's grandfather, Lu Zhanpeng.

Just now Wen Yuan wanted to ask Lu Yiming about his grandfather over and over again, but the words came to his lips, but he never said them out.

Sure enough, it is not unreasonable for relatives and friends to avoid suspicion.

Wen Yuan glanced at the wild ginseng on the plate, thoughtfully.

Lu Yiming returned to the town in a rickshaw and went straight to the hospital.

He was overjoyed at the thought of seeing the sun again soon.

Dr. Li removed the gauze layer by layer for him, nagging: "Look, you are in a hurry, this kind of thing, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

After dismantling to the last floor, seeing Lu Yiming's red and swollen eyes, the old man stared: "Huh? Impossible! After using my medicine, at least it won't be red for three days. You... Tell me honestly, are you secretly Have you been drinking?"

Lu Yiming narrowed his swollen eyes: "Well, just a little."

Dr. Li was so angry that he threw away the gauze: "Apply it for another three days! Don't go out until it's cured, I can't let you smash my signboard."

"..." Lu Yiming felt remorseful and had nothing to say.

Wrapped in a new gauze, Lu Yiming stepped out of the hospital with a stick while sighing.

The book demon in his arms sneered: "It deserves it."

Just as Lu Yiming was about to tear off a corner of it, he suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously, "Daxian, the night before yesterday...you were with me, what did you see?"

"The night before yesterday?" The book demon seemed to remember something funny, "Didn't you have a good chat with that water ghost? You were sitting on a shallow stall, thinking you were on a boat, drinking half an empty clam shell. Dirty water in the river. Killed me laughing."

"...Water ghost?!" Lu Yiming paused, cold sweat slowly seeped from his back, he lowered his volume, his voice was extremely dry, "What you saw that night was... a ghost?"

"That night was when the gate of ghosts opened every month. The ghosts in the river could finally be reincarnated. Your friend said goodbye to you and entered the gate of ghosts. It's a pity you couldn't see it." The book demon said triumphantly, He came out with half his head up and watched with enjoyment as Young Master Lu's face gradually turned half green and half white.

Chen Jinzhi was indeed dead.

On the way home, Lu Yiming's mind was full of this matter.

No wonder, no wonder I felt something weird that night.

After going ashore, I felt that my pants were all wet. I thought it was water in the cabin, but I didn't take it to heart at all.

Those words he said, in retrospect, indeed revealed the news of his death in a tactful manner.

——I came to you this time to tell you about my family.Not to mention, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future.

——I said it, for fear of scaring you.

After the shock, Lu Yiming wasn't very scared, but felt a little sad.

If you knew it earlier, you should have grabbed his hand and asked: Who killed you?I can avenge you.

Before stepping into the house, Lu Yiming thought about many things.

Thinking of the childhood treasure hunt with Chen Jinzhi in Houshan, the scene where Chen Jinzhi helped him play truant and hit the teacher's board, and the two of them pretending to be ghosts to play tricks on A Ting together.

Thinking of Meng Linsheng.

Except for Ah Ding, those friends who touched fish and caught cicadas with him when he was a child are all dead now.

Not one left.

Is this a coincidence?

Pushing open the door, Lu Yiming wanted to find some paper money and incense to burn for Chen Jinzhi.

These things seemed to be put in Jinpoluo's room by Sister Chen.

One advantage of putting things in Kimporo's room is that when you think about it, just ask Kimporo to take it out.

Sister Chen is afraid of trouble, and wants to save trouble in everything.

Kim Poro is probably not at home at this time, Lu Yiming openly opened the door of the room next to his own.

Groping to find the wooden cabinet next to the bed, maybe it's here?

Just as he opened a drawer, something moved slightly on the couch behind him, like the soft sound of blankets or bed curtains being flipped.

Lu Yiming's movements froze, and after a while he coughed and said, "...are you there?"

Kimporo wakes up very angry.

There was no response from the bed.

Could it just be the wind moving the bed curtain or something?

Lu Yiming turned around and reached out to touch the bed, and touched a large piece of smooth and firm skin.

As for the thick feel and the curvature, it should be the back.

Lu Yiming was startled and withdrew his hand.

"You're still there. That's just right. Where did Sister Chen put the incense candles and paper money? Get them for me."

Kim Poro still didn't reply.

But Lu Yiming heard a heavier breathing than usual, obviously restrained and suppressed deliberately.

Lu Yiming laughed: "What's the matter with you? You must be sick."

There was still silence on the bed.

Is it true?

Lu Yiming stretched out his hand again, and touched the soft hair near the pillow, along the hair down to his forehead.

His forehead was wet and cold, full of sweat.

He remembered one time when he saw Kimporo falling ill. At that time, he was in terrible shape, his body was covered with veins like vines, and his hair faded to snow color inch by inch, as if he was in extreme pain.

Lu Yiming raised his slender eyebrows, and said, "Why, your illness has occurred again?"

The person on the bed seemed to have finally gathered enough strength to speak, and squeezed out a thick and hoarse word from between his teeth: "Get lost."

"This is my home, where do you want me to go?" Lu Yiming grinned.

He couldn't hear the response, so he said to himself: "You are too cold, go and boil hot water for you? Make some hot tea?"

After a long time, the other side replied with another word: "No."

After a short pause, a low and hoarse voice sounded: "I'll sleep for a while, you go out."

"Why, you are in such a hurry to drive me away, because you are afraid that I will see your original shape?"

Lu Yiming suddenly became interested.

It was said in previous books that monsters are most likely to show their original form when they are weak.

I don't know what his family's Kimporo is really like?

His hand slid from Kimporo's forehead along the side cheek all the way to the earlobe, and rubbed it, it was soft and thick, and it felt quite good.

After a while, if the original shape is revealed, the ears will probably have to change, right?

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed tightly.

Angry.

Lu Yiming tactfully pulled his hand back——

Can't get it out.

Um……?

The hand on the opposite side was clenched too tightly, as if it was handcuffing him.

It took him a long time to stop struggling.

After a while, the slender five fingers of that hand loosened slightly, and Lu Yiming's hand moved. Before he could escape, he was tightly clasped by those five fingers, pressed against his palm, and pressed the back of his hand firmly against the bed board. on, and never let go.

"Isn't he the one who died?" Wen Yuan rubbed his chin, because he hadn't shaved properly for a few days, and some short bluish-black stubbles had grown on it.

Did the deceased belong to another case?Is it because I am overthinking?

The reason why he was sure that the deceased was No. [-] was because Lu Yiming told him about Chen Jinzhi being packed in a wooden box and sent to the ship half a month ago.

Lu Yiming frowned, pursed his mouth into a line, and after a long time he said in doubt: "But... I met him the night before yesterday."

"The night before yesterday?" This time it was Wen Yuan's turn to be taken aback, "Are you sure you saw No. [-]?"

"Can't you see it? How do you know it's him you met. Maybe it's number three?"

Lu Yiming turned his head slightly, squeezed the fruit-shaped round handle of the wooden stick in his hand, and said lightly: "He and I are old acquaintances, there are some things that only he and I know."

It's hard to say anything else, but apart from the real Chen Jinzhi, no one should know about Meng Linsheng.

"...Nothing, it's just that the son of the death row prisoner cut his skin and flesh. I'm fine now. If the doctor didn't force me to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days, I would have gone out a long time ago."

Wen Yuan didn't intend to publicize the heart-changing matter, it was too weird, so he simply didn't mention it.

Lu Yiming took out a box from his bosom, and said: "This is the miscellaneous ginseng that our Lu family keeps for our own use. It is best to use it to make soup for nourishing the heart."

"Of course." Lu Yiming answered firmly.

Tell me about what happened last night.

Wen Yuan nodded, remembering that Lu Yiming couldn't see it, so he said "hmm".

"He was found in a wooden box in the river, and there were some medicinal materials in the box. He died for nearly half a month."

Wen Yuan smiled: "Look at your medicine seller, how much better than me?"

Lu Yiming touched the cloth on his face, and said mockingly: "That's true." He groped and sat down on the edge of the bed, with a concerned tone: "I heard that someone has pierced your heart? Listen to your tone, how can you talk to someone who has nothing to do with you?" .”

Lu Yiming was about to say something when he was interrupted by Wen Yuan: "No. [-] is dead."

Lu Yiming was startled: "What number one?"

After a pause, his expression became serious, and he unconsciously lowered his voice: "...You mean, Chen Jinzhi?"

"It's fine for people to come, what to do with these." Wen Yuan took it, opened it, just looking at the five elements and six bodies of those ginseng, he knew that it was worth a lot, and it could not be miscellaneous ginseng, so he picked up one and put it aside Put the rest on the plate, and return the rest, "I can't eat this kind of thing, and my nose bleeds if I eat too much. One is enough."

"You..."

Early in the morning, Wen Yuan saw the blindfolded Young Master Lu rushing into the ward, going straight to the window, coughing hurriedly: "This way."

Lu Yiming leaned on crutches and walked to the bedside, shaking his head: "It's just that I haven't seen you for two days, and you're lying here. Detective Wen, your job is really terrible, why don't you sell medicine with me?"