My monsters are going to heaven

Wen Yuan stopped chewing.

He raised his eyes and looked at Lu Yiming, whose face was paper-colored: "Let me just say, the one who died in this box should be Chen Jinyi, who couldn't escape. The information in the whole box basically agrees with what you said at the beginning."

Lu Yiming frowned, showing a look of astonishment: "He...how did he die so well?"

"Think about it again, at that time, you personally delivered that box on board?" Wen Yuan was persuasive.

"Who else but me." Lu Yiming sighed, feeling a little remorseful in his heart, "Maybe I shouldn't have done him this favor in the first place!

In this way, he may not die. "

Sighing, he tried hard to recall the situation at that time.

The box is the kind of old mahogany and copper two-story large box commonly used in Luji Pharmacy.

The two layers were originally intended to facilitate the layering of medicinal materials with different medicinal properties, but at the request of Chen Jinzhi, he hid people in the dark layer below, and prepared several ventilation holes slightly covered by copper patches outside the box. and water.

If it can be sent into the cargo hold normally, it should be enough for the people inside to live for at least three or five days.

That day, Lu Yiming first hired a car, and together with the driver put the mahogany box that had been packed early into the trunk.

When we got to the shore, it was the driver who carried the box out.

Zhou Xiaosheng also asked a dog to check if there was any living thing in it, and after the test, he said that there was no living thing before he asked the box to be lifted onto the cargo ship.

after that……

Lu Yiming's heart jumped suddenly.

and many more.

Back up.

—no living thing!

It was he who overlooked this detail.

"That is to say, there were four possibilities at that time." After listening to him, Wen Yuan scribbled in his notebook and put forward his own analysis, "The first one: the person in the box is dead, so the dog didn't find anything. Abnormally, the theater troupe sent the box containing the corpse to the place you originally designated as usual—but this way, the corpse box will not appear in the river next to Jinling Town, so the first method is not valid.”

"The second type: the person in the box was dead at the time, and the troupe found something unusual afterwards. When they saw the corpse inside, they were shocked. Afraid of getting into trouble, they threw the corpse box away, and even fooled you by saying The things have already been delivered; the third possibility: the box was dropped before boarding the ship, so the theater troupe will naturally send the dropped box to the designated place, and the people who did it will kill people directly."

Lu Yiming continued with a pale face: "The fourth type...the people in the box were still alive at the time, but the people in Chunqiu Garden had ulterior motives...did they do it secretly?"

"That's right." Wen Yuan nodded, "So there are two investigation directions for this matter, one is the theater troupe, and the other is the person who dropped the bag—if there is any." He remembered a detail, "That kind of big box, only Do you have it at home?"

"No, it was the handicraft of an old carpenter who passed away in the town. Apart from our family, many people have ordered it because it has many uses."

"That's good." Wen Yuan blurted out, feeling a little inappropriate, and explained with a smile, "At least, your suspicion will be greatly reduced."

Although things are not yet clear, he has a very strong tendency in his heart.

"By the way, do you still keep that letter that day?" Lu Yiming remembered an important thing, "Chen Jinzhi said that he wrote to his fiancée."

Wen Yuan took out from his pocket, and sure enough, he took out a kraft paper envelope.

With a delicate expression, he tipped the envelope down, and a small piece of off-white paper the size of a palm fell out.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see the irregular shape and know that it is a mass of paper paste formed after soaking in water and being flattened.

Lu Yiming returned home restlessly, sat at the table in a daze for a long time before slowly regaining his senses, hurriedly rummaged through the coat he wore yesterday by the bedside, found the "Jinling Local Chronicles", and went straight to The 'letter' from Chen Jinzhi was stuffed into the pages of the book.

With a gloomy face: "Read."

The book demon muttered: "It's all muddled up like this, why should I..."

"Hurry up if you don't want to get into the fire." Lu Yiming's usual warmth disappeared, and the coolness on his face collapsed.

Reluctantly, the book demon struggled to read some words intermittently from the scrambled letter.

"Yanyun... Wife, I... It's been a long time, I haven't seen you... Circled and crossed... Read, think, yes, really..."

Lu Yiming quickly found a pen and paper, and recorded the words read by the book demon one by one. After it finished reading, he rearranged the jumbled words according to people's expression habits and logical combinations.

It took a lot of effort to finally spell out most of the barely readable letter.

"My wife Yanyun:

mydear... (Character fault) I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much, (Character fault) I'm fine here, but the case has not been resolved yet..."

Lu Yiming's deeply furrowed brows tightened even more.

This whole article can barely be regarded as a love letter expressing longing, and many characters have been unrecognizable due to long-term immersion.

Judging from the surviving characters, the murderer was not mentioned in the letter.

From the context, the missing characters have nothing to do with the murderer either.

He hoped that maybe Chen Jinzhi would reveal the clues in the letter, but now looking at this hard-won letter, he was full of disappointment.

I couldn't help feeling restless, and muttered to myself: "Why didn't you write it? Why didn't you write the murderer's clues...?"

The book demon laughed: "The ink of this letter is very old, it is probably written a few days before his death date." After a pause, "Besides, not every unjust dead ghost knows how he died."

"What? He doesn't know?" Lu Yiming was startled.

He always thought that after death, the soul can escape, so Chen Jinzhi can naturally know who the murderer is and where he is.

"After ordinary people die in vain, their souls will be trapped in the place where they were killed, and their memory will be much worse. What they remember in their minds is only what they thought about when they were alive. Many people forget this life as soon as they die. Hurry up to lift the fetus." The book demon said, "Unless the person who murdered him killed him in front of his face, he might die without knowing how to die. My ghost friend, I can't even get up the river."

When Jin Poluo came home, he only saw his young master Lu sitting on the threshold of the hall facing the yard, leaning against the door frame in a daze.

A pair of usually bright eyes are now slack and dull.

Hearing his footsteps coming back, Young Master Lu slowly raised his head and glanced at him. He didn't express anything, just as if he saw the air.

Jin Poluo stretched out a hand to pull Young Master Lu up, but he didn't stretch out his hand, but lowered his eyes, unwilling to answer.

What's wrong with you?

Jin Poluo didn't know what happened during the half-day time when he left, he was a little bit ridiculous, so he sat down next to Young Master Lu, and quietly accompanied him in a daze.

The two sat cuddled for a long time.

Lu Yiming said suddenly: "You always say I'm a waste, do you really think I'm useless?"

"Yes." Kimporo blurted out.

He glanced at the person next to him, and saw that he was also squinting over.

Hearing Kim Poro's answer, a hint of anger appeared in the man's eyes.

"Tsk, forget it." Lu Yiming patted his hair, sighed and wanted to stand up.

He suddenly felt that he was useless.

Standing up, he patted Kimporo on the head: "Then you are a trash dog."

The next moment, he was pushed back to the original place by his shoulder.

Before he could avoid his face, Kimporo leaned his head over and pecked him on the lips.

Lu Yiming's whole body froze as if frozen.

Kim Poro did not continue.

Seeing the smile of a successful bad boy on Kimporo's face, he slowly got up and was about to walk in the door, and grinned coolly, "Ah, why, you're only as good as this."

This time it was Kimporo's turn to pause.

He turned around and looked down at Young Master Lu who was sitting in the same position with a fearless expression on his face.

Soon, he sat down again, and with a strength that could not be struggled, he put his arms around the back of Young Master Lu's head, and kissed it bitterly.

Lu Yiming originally wanted to back away reflexively, but he was also surprised when he felt his strength.

After thinking about it again, he is actually like those children who play tricks on people. The more irritated he behaves, the happier and more energetic this animal is.

When the person being teased is immune to all insensitivity, he probably finds it boring instead.

——So, no response should be the best response.

Having made up his mind, Lu Yiming bit the bullet and endured the strange heat without changing his face and motionless.

Sure enough, Kimporo's offensive momentum slowed down.

His light-colored eyes flickered with fiery desire, and he deliberately rubbed and rubbed on those tightly pressed lips, drawing its shape with his tongue from time to time.

A sticky and hoarse voice sounded: "If you don't ask me, I won't stop."

Lu Yiming snorted secretly: If I beg you, I'm a pig.

Kim Poro squeezed his mouth open without any hesitation, and broke in heavily.

"You said last time that you met Chen Jinzhi a few nights ago." Wen Yuan ate a piece of red bean cake and reminded him, "But the corpse we found that had been dead for half a month, I think he is Chen Jinzhi. He I still have a pen on my body, made to order, signed in English, and I should be able to find out my identity if I go to the provincial capital to check."

Lu Yiming pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, before he finally opened his mouth with difficulty: "I couldn't see anything at all that night, maybe it wasn't Chen Jinzhi I met, maybe it was just a person with a voice like him trying to fool me I might as well." After a pause, "It might be that number three again, playing tricks and tricking me, it's really hateful!"

At that time, it was Chen Jinzhi who personally begged him to send him to the cargo ship in Chunqiuyuan by hiding him in the medicine box, so as to hide from everyone's eyes and ears and go to the provincial capital.

As a result, Chen Jinzhi never returned with the cargo ship of Chunqiuyuan, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Goodbye is dead.

After all, the box was his.

Especially for this matter, it is difficult for him to explain and prove to others.

—Who can prove to others that he has seen a ghost?

Let him go.

Knowing that Lu Yiming was teasing, Wen Yuan didn't take it seriously.

He took out the small notebook in his arms, opened page No. 60, and pointed out the words marked in red to Lu Yiming.

After Chen Jinzhi became a ghost, he obviously looked for him, but he didn't tell him the cause of death and the murderer.

Now that this is the case, isn't he also suspected?

Chen Jinzhi is dead.

He died in the big box he prepared for Chen Jinzhi, floating on the corpse river.

"He," Lu Yiming pointed to his forehead indifferently, "he has a problem here, he is slightly autistic, and he doesn't like dealing with others, so ignore him."

In fact, Kim Poro bit his ear before leaving, saying that he was too boring and went to have fun by himself.

Wen Yuan said indifferently: "Do you still remember the corpse in the box last time? This is the medicinal material in the box where the corpse was placed."

Lu Yiming's face turned pale.

He remembered.

Lu Yiming swept it away, and unconsciously read out: "Bai Shao, Sanqi..."

After reading halfway, I raised my head in doubt: "What's wrong with these medicines?"

The two found the nearest refreshment shop and ordered some desserts and tea.

When Wen Yuan turned his head, he found that someone was missing.

"Hey, where's Ah Jin?"