Beauty is sick

During the whole process, he pulled his face and sobbed non-stop. Before the people in the yamen asked questions, he poured out beans from a bamboo tube, and poured them clean.

It was said that it was the night of Shangyuan, he happened to take a break, and he didn't go out, so he drank in the building, but he accidentally drank too much, he was confused and couldn't remember exactly what happened, when he woke up, he found himself In the room of Tianxiang Building, with a dirty rag in his hand and blood all over his clothes, he was so frightened that he sneaked home before dawn until Lin Jingkong sent someone to seal it up. He didn't know that he died at night until he got to Tianxiang Tower.

Whether Wang Zhenfu had anything to do with Sun Liu's death, there is still no conclusive evidence. Although Lin Jingkong had inferences in his heart, he knew what he could say and what he couldn't say, and he didn't mention anything else to Wang Zhenfu.

As Lin Jingkong said, Wang Zhenfu is a very timid person, and he is afraid when he sees blood. From Shangyuan night to now, he has been terrified in his heart. When he thinks that he might kill someone while drunk, he can't eat or sleep , for fear that as soon as he closes his eyes, he will see Sun Liu's ghost coming to him to claim his life.

Over the past few days, he has lost a lot of weight from hunger, and looks a little more haggard than the girls in Tianxiang Building.

Lin Jingkong asked someone to bring Wang Zhenfu up, and Pei Zhe turned over the stack of confessions while asking, "Do you know why you were called here?"

Wang Zhenfu kept trembling: "I, I killed someone."

Pei Zhe: "How did you kill it?"

Wang Zhenfu scratched his hand and kept shaking his head: "I don't remember, my lord, I'm drunk and I don't remember anything."

Pei Zhe slammed the table and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, think about it for me, what happened that night?"

Wang Zhenfu was frightened, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I, I think, I drank that night and went to the backyard of Tianxiang Building, no, I went back to my residence, I went back to my residence... I saw a lot of people, there were men and women. Ladies, there is a son among them, who dresses well and is rich at a glance."

Yun Wuyang secretly rolled his eyes, and asked about your case, who told you to talk about this!Still a son, still dressed well, still have money, really want to do what you said, as for shopping in the low-level Goulan?

Pei Zhe frowned slightly, thinking about something. When Wang Zhenfu's messy narration stopped, he asked the next question: "Apart from these, do you remember other things, such as how to kill Sun Liu?" of."

"I really don't remember, my lord, I..." Wang Zhenfu sobbed, "Sun Liu is in the shadow puppet building, which is not far from Tianxiang building. We always meet after finishing work, and we have dinner together. My lord, I really don't know why I killed Sun Liu, how I killed Sun Liu, how I killed him..."

Pei Zhe rubbed his brows: "He has always been like this?"

Lin Jingkong nodded: "After the first interrogation, it became like this. After knowing that I might have killed someone, I kept going crazy. The longer the time, the worse the situation will be."

In this state, Wang Zhenfu's spirit is already confused, and it will take more time to ask, Pei Zhe sighed, and began to regret why he didn't come to see him earlier: "Wang Zhenfu, when did you wake up the next day?" of?"

Wang Zhenfu hesitated for a moment: "It was probably Maoshi, and it was still dark at that time."

Pei Zhe asked: "After you woke up, is there anything wrong with your body, or is it abnormal?"

Wang Zhenfu scratched his hair, and his voice was full of pain: "I woke up and found that my clothes were covered with blood, and the blood had dried up. I really don't know what happened. I didn't kill people, I didn't kill people. "

Pei Zhe looked at the record of his previous interrogation and asked, "The testimony said, you still have a rag?"

Wang Zhenfu nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes."

Pei Zhe pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "What's different about that rag?"

This was a question that had not been asked during the interrogation before. Wang Zhenfu reacted, and then slowly answered: "It's an ordinary dishcloth, which is commonly used in the building."

Pei Zhe asked quickly: "Is it dry or wet? Washed or dirty? Is there blood on it?"

"It was done, it was done!" He rubbed his hands, followed Pei Zhe's question, and began to recall what happened after waking up, "The rag was dirty and had a strange smell, and it hadn't been washed for a long time, but There was no blood on it, so I panicked at the time, so I took it back, and I didn't realize until I got back to my residence that my hands smelled bad."

Pei Zhe's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

Wang Zhenfu raised his hand: "I'm sure, I swear!"

It turned out to be the case.

Pei Zhe waved his hand and asked someone to take Wang Zhenfu back, and then looked at Lin Jingkong: "Immediately ask someone to go to Wang Zhenfu's house and find that rag."

Lin Jingkong: "No need to go. During the interrogation, I went to Wang Zhenfu's house to find the bloody clothes he mentioned. The rag was put together with the bloody clothes. Our people brought them back together. I remember seeing Pass."

"Where is it?" Pei Zhe asked anxiously.

Lin Jingkong's expression was stiff: "Throw it away."

Pei Zhe: "???"

In early spring, it gets dark early, and dinner is usually eaten when the sun goes down.

It's hard to imagine what kind of serious illness it is that would keep a simple meal until night.

When Jin Lingjiu received the news from the yamen, he had two thoughts in his mind: Are Pei Zhe and Lin Jingkong sick?What did Pei Zhe want to ask him out so late?

Zuo Ping watched his master frowned and said nothing, and thought of the words passed by the people from the Yamen just now, he secretly sighed in his heart, once he met Pei Zhe, Jin Lingjiu would become different from usual, could it be that he is a smart person What's so special about the relationship that ordinary people like them can't understand?

"Master Jiu, are you going?"

When we parted at the magistrate's mansion, although he agreed to have a meal, but after pushing and pushing, it was almost midnight, and it didn't look like a simple meal.

Jin Lingjiu didn't make a decision right away, twisted the note in his hand, and asked, "How's the investigation going?"

Zuo Ping took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him: "I checked all the concubines dismissed from the magistrate's mansion, except for one whose whereabouts could not be found, everyone's background and family situation are here. "

"Can't find his whereabouts? Did he disappear or moved?" Jin Lingjiu took the paper and asked.

Zuo Ping: "It's missing. The magistrate has a total of eight concubines, and his wife paid each room a severance package. After they left the magistrate's mansion, most of them settled in Huaizhou City and its vicinity. The missing one was in the suburbs of the city. She lived in the village for a few days. Our people went to investigate, but she disappeared suddenly. The neighbor said that when chatting with her, she heard that she had saved a lot of money and wanted to buy a shelter in Huaizhou city. I have no plans to relocate.”

Jin Lingjiu said "hmm", and glanced at the paper, but found nothing of value: "What is the name of the missing concubine's room, and how much have you found about her?"

Mentioning this, Zuo Ping was a little embarrassed: "I can only find out that her name is Tian Qi, and she is the youngest among all the concubines of the prefect. She was only twenty-eight years old when she was brought in last year. There are no other relatives in the family, and she is an orphan."

"What did you say?" Jin Lingjiu raised his head, frowning slightly.

Zuo Ping: "Not counting the prefect's wife, the prefect has eight concubines, and three of the eight concubines came here inexplicably. They have never seen the ceremony, and there is no news before entering. Tian Qi is one of them. , but there are also rumors that she did it voluntarily. This kind of thing often happens among officials and dignitaries, and I can't explain it in detail.

He was vague, but Jin Lingjiu had already figured it out: "What about taking concubines and robbing women from the people?"

The prefect bullies others with his power, exploits the common people, runs rampant in the village, and forcibly marries the women of the common people is something he can do.

Zuo Ping was quite embarrassed, and sighed: "He covered the sky with one hand in Huaizhou City. To put it bluntly, there is no difference between marrying once and marrying twice, and marrying seven and eight. The big guys know it, and they are just a few words of emotion. No one dares to dance." Come out and say something. After the raw rice is cooked, and then find a concubine, those women will not be able to survive unless they agree to his arrangement. After a long time, half-pushing and half-accepting, it is not considered a robbery."

The worst tragedy in the world is often not the heaviness of the uproar, but the injustice hidden in the ordinary and deliberately ignored by everyone.

You know you are innocent, you have to put your head down, maybe one day the truth will come out, but by then, the result will mean nothing to you.

Even, someone will jump out and criticize your choice, and use this as an excuse to attribute all the injustice you have encountered to your own fault.

Dirty swearing and malicious speculation will never go away, and will chase you like a gangrene to your grave.

"Tian Qi, Tian Qi..." Jin Lingjiu's eyes were long, as if he was thinking about something. After a long while, he put the paper he had been holding on the table, pressed his fingertips on it, and tapped, "Go check, check that Tian Qi , focusing on the pharmacy and medical center, even if we turn Huaizhou City upside down, I have to dig out her and her unknown past."

Zuo Ping responded, but did not go out. He hesitated for a while and asked, "Master, is this Tian Qi important?"

Such a young daughter's family, even if they only found a little bit, they can already deduce what Tian Qi has experienced, desperately find out people, find out everything, what can they do, will it be another injury?

Zuo Ping is cautious and calm, and rarely asks proactively. Jin Lingjiu knows that when he is nervous and excited, he will change his address to himself: "It's very important."

What the master commands, the slave will do.

Zuo Ping didn't ask any more questions, just said "Subordinates obey" and then turned and walked out.

When he walked to the door, Jin Lingjiu suddenly stopped him: "Zuo Ping, do you think Tian Qi is very pitiful? The fate is so unfair, a little girl has to suffer like this."

The left screen did not hide: "Yes."

Jin Lingjiu said meaningfully: "Zuo Ping, you can't just look at things on the surface. Sometimes, what you think is suffering is actually nothing in her eyes. She doesn't need your pity. Fate may be hard to change, but don't Forget, more often than not, man can conquer nature.”

Zuo Ping was stunned for a moment, and his doubtful gaze became firm: "Thank you Jiuye for teaching, this subordinate understands."

The door opened and closed, leaving only Jinling Jiuyi in the room.

On the table was the investigation record on the left screen. Jin Lingjiu carefully flattened the corners of the paper, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the box, and arranged the table neatly. , placed on the upper left of the rice paper.

It was a note, about the width of a thumb, with creases all over it. There was a line of writing on it, soaked in water, the ink was of poor quality, and it was slightly blurred.

The paper is white, and the stained corners are yellow, and the ink is not too smudged, and you can still recognize what is written on it if you look carefully.

Jin Lingjiu raised his hand to hold the pen, hung his wrist on the blank rice paper, and copied the words on the note bit by bit.

Writing can help him calm down and think, which is one of Jin Lingjiu's ways to vent his emotions and relax.

Handwriting is like a person, and vice versa, Jin Lingjiu's handwriting is like his own, with an outstanding beauty.

He wrote very quickly, starting from the right side, and wrote down line by line. The handwriting was very regular, graceful and graceful. The handwriting is sharp and unrestrained, almost flying out of the paper. It has no sense of rules at all, and it is even more scribbled than the inscription on Pei Zhe's folding fan.

The left and right styles are quite different, and belong to two extremes. They don't look like they were written by the same person at all. The only thing they have in common is that they are both awe-inspiring.

After finishing writing, Jin Lingjiu breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head slightly, and read softly: "The concubine and the foreigner murdered him, and the foreigner used drugs without permission. The old enemy, the wife conspired."

He moved his wrist, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

Come and don't reciprocate, I don't know if his Pei Lang will be satisfied with this great gift?

Pei Zhe was dissatisfied, very dissatisfied.

He is in a very bad mood now, he is about to explode, and he also has the urge to curse and beat people up.

All because that idiot Lin Jingkong was too stupid to recognize the evidence and threw it in the trash.

"Come here, two people, look for this side."

Pei Zhe stretched his face so long that he folded his arms as he watched Lin Jingkong command a group of officers and soldiers to dig through the trash. He could guarantee that this was definitely the most special task that the commanding army had ever performed.

The yamen’s garbage is piled here every day. It’s cold now, and it’s processed every half a month. Fortunately, Pei Zhe came to interrogate Wang Zhenfu today. If it’s delayed for a few days, the important evidence, the rag, will be destroyed along with other garbage.

After Lin Jingkong spoke, the entire yamen was mobilized, and a group of people covered their faces and turned over the garbage dump. Pei Zhe was determined not to participate. Standing in the garbage and watching them search was already the limit of his patience.

Yun Wuyang watched happily, and gloated at Lin Jingkong: "Commander Lin, is this job fun?"

Everyone had a stick to rummage through things, Lin Jingkong warned himself to hold back, don't be impulsive, don't hit Yun Wuyang's dangling little head with a stick, this baby doesn't have any brains at all, if knocked out Either way, there is a great possibility of being relied on.

It was his fault that he didn't recognize the evidence. Lin Jingkong didn't dare to put on airs, and resigned himself to directing everyone's work. Fortunately, he thought the rag was too dirty at the time, so he picked up a few pieces of paper and asked someone to wrap it up and throw it away. It's harder to find.

The daily garbage is placed randomly, so every pile has to be looked for.

Since coming out of the prison cell, a group of people have been digging through the garbage. It has been nearly an hour now, but they haven't seen the slightest shadow of the rag. Fortunately, it is not summer, otherwise the smell of the garbage dump would kill people.

Lin Jingkong is a martial arts practitioner, full of anger, after searching for such a long time, sweating profusely, trying to reason with Pei Zhe: "It's been thrown into the garbage dump for several days, it's already dirty, Can I use it as evidence if I find it?"

Pei Zhe looked up at him: "I asked whether the rag was clean or dirty, how did Wang Zhenfu answer?"

"Dirty." Lin Jingkong still wanted to struggle, "But——"

Pei Zhe was full of anger, and directly interrupted his words: "I don't want to turn over, do you, then you can answer me a question, are there any dead bodies, stumps, blood-soaked cloth, or Anything else with wet blood?"

Lin Jingkong was taken aback by his suddenly raised voice: "No, no."

"Since there is no one, then keep looking." Pei Zhe said indifferently.

Lin Jingkong: "..."

Pei Zhe looked at the sky, frowned and took a few steps closer: "Look for it quickly, it's getting late, the ninth son is still waiting for Commander Lin to lead you."

Lin Jingkong secretly cursed, I don't have such a big face, the ninth son is obviously waiting for you.

Yun Wuyang was the only person present who was not angered. He asked curiously, "My lord, why don't you need to look for corpses if there are a lot of body parts like you mentioned?"

Lin Jingkong quietly pricked up his ears, he didn't even think about it.

"Look there, the pile of small ones in the corner." Pei Zhe frowned tightly, and asked back, "Didn't you read Sun Liu's autopsy report, you want me to tell you?"

The words were full of sarcasm, Lin Jing said in his heart, if he asked the question, then for the sake of face, he would definitely not ask any more.

But Yun Wuyang was different. He always had different interpretations of what Pei Zhe said. For example, now, he felt that Pei Zhe was asking him kindly, so he answered truthfully: "Yes."

Pei Zhe choked, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in his heart. When he met his little bookboy's eyes full of curiosity, he really didn't know how to refuse: "Sun Liu was smothered to death. According to our current inference, Wang Zhenfu It was the murderer's scapegoat. If nothing else, the rag was the weapon used to suffocate Sun Liu. Sun Liu had skin injuries to varying degrees on his chest, abdomen and back, which caused massive bleeding. The blood on Wang Zhenfu's clothes should be related to this. As mentioned in the autopsy report, these injuries were caused after death, commonly known as "whip corpse". First of all, I will make a hypothesis, assuming that Wang Zhenfu was the murderer of Sun Liu, and then I will ask you two questions. First, what did Wang Zhenfu drink that night? After drinking a lot of alcohol and unconsciousness, after killing Sun Liu with a rag, what do you think he would do with the murder weapon, the rag? Second, after smothering Sun Liu to death, Wang Zhenfu whipped the corpse cruelly, causing his clothes to be stained. blood, and according to him, there was no blood on the rag, do you think it possible?"

"Wang Zhenfu couldn't possibly remember to dispose of the rag when he was drunk. Maybe he just threw it away. Sun Liu's blood stained his clothes, so it's impossible that he didn't leave a trace on the rag." Lin Jingkong said violently. After clapping his hands, he said in a loud voice, "So as long as you find the rag and confirm that there is no blood on it, you can prove that the bloody clothes and rag were deliberately made by someone else to frame Wang Zhenfu."

Pei Zhe rubbed his eyebrows: "I thought less about it before. When you asked the people in Tianxianglou, did they mention which room had blood in it?"

Lin Jingkong said firmly: "No."

"It would be easier to prove Wang Zhenfu's innocence. He woke up in a room in Tianxiang Building. If he killed Sun Liu and flogged his corpse in Tianxiang Building, there would definitely be a lot of blood in the room. " Pei Zhe paused, and then said, "If Tianxiang Building was not the scene of the first case, then Wang Zhenfu walked all the way to the room after the murder, and there would be no traces on the road. If the deduced results are contrary, then we will It should be considered whether the basis supporting the entire inference is reasonable or not."

Yun Wuyang nodded: "All our inferences are based on the fact that Wang Zhenfu was the murderer who killed Sun Liu. This basis is unreasonable, that is, Wang Zhenfu cannot be the murderer!"

"Commander, my lord, we found the murder weapon! Come over and have a look!" Someone raised his hand and greeted.

The matter was gradually resolved, and the case was developing in a clear direction. Pei Zhe heaved a sigh of relief and showed his first smile of the whole afternoon.

The crowd gathered together, and the officers and soldiers handed over the found paper package to Lin Jingkong. At that time, it was wrapped in several layers, and the outside was dyed black. After peeling off the two layers of paper, the dirt was almost gone. Lin Jingkong joked: "It seems Things are well preserved.”

Yun Wuyang urged him to open it: "Quickly see if there is any blood on it."

Lin Jingkong peeled off all the paper, shook it with a rag, and checked it carefully, his expression couldn't hide his excitement: "There is no blood!"

Pei Zhe didn't get together with them, he stood outside the crowd, and after hearing Lin Jingkong's words, he smiled with satisfaction, turned around and walked outside the garbage dump.

It was getting dark, and there was still a while before the appointed time, so I could go back and take a shower first.

Host a banquet at the Commander's Mansion.

It was said to be a simple meal, but the person invited was Jinling Jiu, so naturally he couldn’t really treat it with the standard of the meal. As soon as Lin Jingkong returned to the mansion, he consulted with the cook, and a total of more than ten dishes were prepared. I asked someone to invite the master spoon master of Pinxianglou.

After Pei Zhe washed and changed his clothes, he dressed himself up in a suave manner, and then picked up the newly bought folding fan and went out.

The early spring season is not suitable for the open air, the dining table is placed in the lobby, when Pei Zhe walked slowly past, Lin Jingkong was looking at the tea leaves in his collection, and prepared to entertain the distinguished guests later: "Bring out something good? Tsk, I'm not even that honored."

Lin Jingkong raised his head: "There will be one today."

Pei Zhe shook his fan: "Today, at most, I have been honored by Master Ninth."

There was a cool breeze blowing outside, Lin Jingkong saw his fan and his head ached: "It's not hot, what are you doing with it?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" He sat down and asked with great interest.

Lin Jingkong: "The truth."

Pei Zhe smiled lazily: "Arty, posturing, grandstanding."

Lin Jingkong gave him a thumbs up: "You are honest."

Before Jin Lingjiu came, the two of them sat dryly, and after a while, the topic turned to the case.

I have been worrying about Wang Zhenfu for several days, but today it was resolved immediately, Lin Jingkong was in a good mood: "In this way, Wang Zhenfu can be released, and there is no need to ask the people along the way, right?"

Pei Zhe: "Why not? Wang Zhenfu's case is settled, but Sun Liu's case is still pending. The murderer has not been caught, so we still have to continue the investigation."

"I didn't say that. I always answered like that when I asked and asked, and said I didn't see it. It's hard to find any results after further investigation." Lin Jingkong sighed.

These words are not completely unreasonable, Pei Zhe thought for a while, then shook his head: "I still have to ask, Sun Liu must have been killed near Tianxiang Tower, from Tianxiang Tower to Commander's Mansion, it is impossible for the murderer to leave nothing behind." After meeting Wang Zhenfu today, I have a guess that has been confirmed."

Lin Jingkong: "What guess?"

Pei Zhe stroked the folding fan, and said in a deep voice: "The murderer killed Sun Liu very hastily, it was a temporary idea. The murderer made a fuss about Sun Liu's body, linking him with the death of the magistrate, and took care of several details Very good, it can be seen that the murderer is a person who has high demands on himself, and he is eager to be perfect, but there are too many contradictions in Wang Zhenfu, bloody clothes and rags are mistakes that should not have appeared. From this, it can be seen that the murderer must be very urgent after the murder. There will be mistakes, as long as we can find a little bit, we can follow the clues and find him out."

Lin Jingkong remained silent, worrying about the next investigation alone.

Pei Zhe thought for a while, and re-determined the focus of the inquiry: "There is no need to think about Wang Zhenfu's matter anymore, so we can focus on the unusual aspects when asking. On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, every family will celebrate the festival. There must be someone who sleeps late, so just ask Did they find anything unusual, in any way?"

Before, I had to ask several questions, but now it is framed in a large area. Although it is not very simple, it is simple anyway. Lin Jingkong nodded in response.

After finishing this topic, not long after, Jinling Jiu arrived.

In name, it was a banquet hosted by Lin Jingkong, which was considered a more serious banquet. Pei Zhe didn't bring Yunwushang, and Jinlingjiu didn't bring Zuoping, so there were only three of them at the dinner table.

Lin Jingkong retreated, performed his master's duties, and poured water from the teapot: "The yamen is too busy recently, it's a little late, I hope the ninth son will forgive me."

Holding the teacup with both hands, Jin Lingjiu said softly, "Commander Lin, you're being polite."

Lin Jingkong and Pei Zhe were officials in the same dynasty, and both belonged to the court. On the surface, their relationship is closer than that of Jinling Jiu, so first pour tea for Jinling Jiu, and then Pei Zhe: " Master Pei, you have worked hard today."

With outsiders in Jianghu, Pei Zhe saved some face for him, and politely replied: "Commander Lin has also worked hard."

After a circle of tea came down, the three of them clinked glasses pretendingly.

Tonight's host is Lin Jingkong, but Pei Zhe's two ends are stretched out. Commander Lin has only met the famous Ninth Young Master a few times. After a round of tea, there is nothing to say, so he pretended to come dumb.

Pei Zhe was amused, held the folding fan, and ordered some dishes on the table: "The chef of Commander Lin's family is a master chef, and what he cooks today are all authentic Huaizhou city specialties, Jiu Gongzi, try it, see Is it to your liking."

Jinling Jiu is as good as good, and I picked up a chopstick from the fish closest to me. The people in Huaizhou City have a sweet and sour taste. This fish is sweet and sour. It has been processed in advance, and the entrance is fruity, without the smell of fish. Taste, very appetizing.

"How about it?"

Jin Lingjiu put down his chopsticks, his expression didn't change much. He has cultivated to such an extent that he can no longer intuitively see his inner thoughts from his face. He nodded at Pei Zhe, whether it was out of politeness or sincere praise: "Very good."

Pei Zhe squinted his eyes. The clothes he just changed were sky blue. This color complements people. It is as dusty as pine and bamboo. He raised his eyelids and looked over. He was full of irresistible romanticism. Somewhat true and somewhat false, he raised his chin and joked: "Tonight, Master Jiu will be so happy that he won't be able to sleep."

Jin Lingjiu's eyes fell on his slightly raised neck, his mind was in a daze, noncommittal.

Light meals are not so particular, just a few words of politeness are enough. After moving the chopsticks, I eat and drink. In addition to tea, there is also a small pot of fruit wine, made of winter plums, which is not intoxicating.

After dinner, there are still a lot of things to be busy. If you get drunk and waste time, you can save a drink. Pour a pot of fruit wine for everyone, just to see the bottom.

No food.

When I was half full, I started chatting with each other.

The main chatterers were Pei Zhe and Jin Lingjiu.

It's not that the two of them didn't bring Lin Jingkong to play together, it's that Lin Jingkong couldn't keep up with the two of them's thinking, either there were three or four pitfalls hidden in a sentence, or they were playing riddles.

Commander Lin tried to get involved in the topic, but he couldn't cut it. Finally, he had to recognize a fact: things between smart people, they, mediocre people, can't get involved at all.

Pei Zhe lifted the chair and moved around, getting closer to Jinlingjiu.

A square table is only that big, and you can tell which way it is turned. From Lin Jingkong's point of view, it's the same as when he and Pei Zhe Jinlingjiu confronted each other across the table. Commander Lin suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The two people on the opposite side didn't realize it, as if they had forgotten that there was someone else on the table, Jin Lingjiu looked at Pei Zhe with a funny face, and said jokingly: "Don't you want to play with me, why are you so close to me?"

Pei Zhe asked him to be stunned, and said, "Are you joking with me?"

On the night of Shangyuan, when we first saw the painting boat, through the distant night, Jin Lingjiu smiled behind the bead curtain, and Pei Zhe immediately knew what a glimpse is.

In the future, he will know that the person who can charm him once can also easily charm him a second time. Now, he feels that this can be pushed back, and there will be a third time, a fourth time... …not surprisingly, there have been countless times in the decades.

At this moment, the night and the moon are perfect, and the people and scenery are beautiful, so it will be counted again.

Jin Lingjiu leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his whole body relaxed, not as unpredictable as in the past, he raised his lips slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Who is joking with you, it's not that you don't take this Are you kidding me, Pei Lang?"

Pei Zhe's expression changed instantly, he looked at Jin Lingjiu, and saw that he didn't look like he was joking, so he turned his eyes away and glanced at the dining table.

"Pei Lang?" Jinling raised his nine-tailed voice, with a hint of doubt.

"You can't, Xiao Jiuer." The person being called couldn't laugh or cry, "A glass of plum wine that isn't intoxicating will knock you down?"

Jin Lingjiu corrected with a stern face: "It's not down."

"To be able to say such things, he must be really drunk." Pei Zhe murmured in a low voice. He was usually annoyed by Jin Lingjiu's indifferent expression, but now he saw that he had changed his mind. He couldn't help coaxing, "Okay, okay, I didn't fall down, it just confused Xiao Jiu'er."

Jin Lingjiu, who was drunk, also had an accurate grasp of himself, acquiesced in the word "confused" and did not speak.

The more Pei Zhe thinks about it, the more he finds it funny, not only Jin Lingjiu's drinking capacity is funny, but also his drunken state, which is so interesting.

Lin Jingkong was still on the table, Pei Zhe glanced at it calmly, he was engrossed in eating, and didn't notice this side.

Jin Lingjiu, who was drunk, looked not much different from usual, and his logic was basically online, but he was a little confused, and he couldn't tell without speaking. Pei Zhe opened his fan, looked at him while shaking, and asked, " Ninth Young Master, can you tell me what you said earlier?"

Jin Lingjiu glanced at him, and lightly said, "Impossible."

Pei Zhe: "?"

For a moment, Pei Zhe almost thought he was not drunk.

However, Jin Lingjiu added in the next second: "Since you don't want to play with me, then I don't want to tell you either."

It's no use reasoning with drunks.

You have to understand what he's trying to say.

Pei Zhe reasoned over what the two had said, and a guess emerged in his heart. He squeezed his fan tightly and asked tentatively, "Xiao Jiuer?"

Jin Lingjiu raised his eyes slowly to look at him, and responded with a face.

Pei Zhe: "!"

Now is a good time to take advantage of the fire, and Pei Zhe secretly warned himself, don't be like a fool with the corners of his lips raised all the time, and hurry up to find out more information: "Xiao Jiuer, what's your opinion on the case of the magistrate?"

Jin Lingjiu: "There were no other casualties in the mansion, only the one who died a terrible death, leaving almost no clues. The murderer must be very familiar with the magistrate's mansion."

Pei Zhe also thought of this point. Before the government closed the case, the progress of the case would not be disclosed to the outside world. He knew that Jinling Jiu had its own investigation channels, which might be more efficient than the government, and more things could be found.

Is it possible to take advantage of it?

Pei Zhe was heartbroken and asked tentatively, "Did someone from the family do it?"

Jin Lingjiu didn't refute.

It worked!

Pei Zhe gasped for breath, his excitement was palpable, taking advantage of Jin Lingjiu's unconsciousness, could he directly ask the murderer?

"Xiao Jiuer, who killed the magistrate?"

Jin Lingjiu thought for a while, and said seriously, "It's the murderer."

Pei Zhe: "..."

Grass!

Jin Lingjiu touched the back of Pei Zhe's hand: "It's cold."

Pei Zhe recovered from the shock of the last question: "What did you say?"

Jin Lingjiu: "Hands are cold, why do you fan them?"

This question is similar to what Lin Jingkong asked before, and Pei Zhe asked back as usual: "Do you want to listen to the truth or lie?"

Jinling Jiu: "A lie."

Pei Zhe smiled: "Arty, posturing, grandstanding."

Jin Lingjiu asked again: "What about the truth?"

Pei Zhe was silent for two seconds, then said softly, "For you."

Out of the mood for clichés, Pei Zhe was about to send Jin Lingjiu away, he was afraid of staying any longer, it would be fun if Jin Lingjiu said "Pei Lang" in front of Lin Jingkong.

Lin Jingkong looked at the sky: "Don't leave so late, I'll let someone clean up the guest room."

Pei Zhe suddenly said: "Isn't it too troublesome to tidy up the guest room now?"

Lin Jingkong: "?"

The author has something to say:

Pei Zhe: It's too troublesome, sleep with me.

Jinling Nine: Surprised, plum wine was originally wine for losing one's dignity.

Such a fat chapter, can I have the comments of my parents, brothers, sisters and dear babies?