Later, I finally became a white lotus in the flourishing age [Quick time travel]

People from the government soon came, besides the local headhunters and policemen, there was also a young man in a black suit.The boy had an excellent appearance, but his expression was quite arrogant and cold.

Catcher is a middle-aged man over forty years old. His surname is Fang. He has a good reputation in the local area and is very convincing.As soon as he came in, people watched the door and asked Xuanxuan where the deceased was.

Xuanxuan was so frightened that she couldn't speak, and Zhen Wumei who was standing upstairs replied for her: "The dead person is in this room."

Before Catcher Fang could say anything, the black-clothed boy who followed them in used lightness kung fu, jumped up to the second floor, and stretched out his hand to push open the door behind Zhen Wumei.

Zhen Wumei was slightly startled, and was about to speak, when he saw the young man flipping his hands and showing a black metal sign——

"Six doors handle business." The young man said coldly.

Zhen Wumei subconsciously looked at Fang Butou, and after seeing him nodding to her, he turned sideways to get in the way of the house.

The young man's face was frosty and snowy, with an arrogant expression, he didn't even look at her, and walked straight past her into the room.

He looked around, there was no sign of fighting in the room, and the items were neatly arranged.There was only a fully clothed man lying on the bed, with a red dot-like wound between his eyebrows, blood dripping from the back of his head, and he fainted on the bed.

He looked at Zhen Wumei: "Has anyone ever entered this room?"

Zhen Wumei shook her head slightly, and said softly: "No, as soon as I came in and saw someone dead, I asked Xuan Xuan to report to the police, and no one ever came in."

Pointing to the dead body on the bed, he asked her, "Do you know this person?"

Zhen Wumei seemed to be unable to bear to look, she turned her head slightly, covered her face with a fan, frowned her slender eyebrows, and said: "He is my guest."

"guest?"

"He listened to my piano for three days."

The boy looked at her coldly: "Do you know who he is?"

Sleepless, eyelash feathers like butterflies, trembling, asked: "Who?"

"Ji Cangyun." The young man stared at her closely, his gaze as cold as a deep autumn pool, "The white crane in the cloud——Ji Cangyun."

"It turned out to be him." She said "It turned out to be" in her mouth, but she didn't seem surprised.

"You don't seem surprised?"

Zhen Wumei said: "What's so unexpected? Among my guests, there are many with special identities."

Because she was wearing a veil, the boy could only see her eyebrows, but couldn't see most of her face under the veil.Just by looking at her eyes, this woman does not seem to be a fake.

At this moment, Catcher Fang came up from downstairs and walked into the house.He walked up to the young man, bowed his head and called out respectfully, "My lord."

The young man nodded his head and gave a "hmm", then turned around and went to check the corpse again.

Zhen Wumei turned sideways, deliberately not looking at the corpse, lowered his voice and asked Fang Butou: "I don't know who it is?"

Fang Butou took a cautious look at the young man, making sure that he hadn't looked over, and said: "That's a big shot from the Six Doors, whose surname is Weisheng, to investigate the theft of shark beads in the palace."

"Shark beads?"

"Why?" Catcher Fang was slightly surprised, and said, "You know?"

Zhen Wumei glanced at the corpse on the bed, then quickly looked away, and said softly: "He listened to my qin for three days, and yesterday he was able to talk about a rare thing, and he wanted to give it to me, and said that he was looking at the world. The unique treasure is called Shark Pearl."

"What did you say?" A voice came in suddenly.

Zhen Wumei looked up, and the arrogant young man from the six doors had straightened up and was looking at her.

Zhen Wumei didn't panic, and stated lightly: "Ji Cangyun once gave me something, he said, that thing is called a shark bead."

"Where is it now?"

Zhen Wumei said: "In my room."

"take me."

This request can be said to be a little too much, but Zhen Wumei didn't show any irritation, and said: "Okay."

The oiran's boudoir is not as extravagant as many people imagined, on the contrary, it is very elegant, and it even looks quite scholarly.

Zhen Wumei led Wei Sheng Zi Yu in, walked through the screen, and walked to the dressing table.She opened a drawer, took out a box made of sandalwood, handed it to Wei Sheng Ziyu, and said, "This is it."

Weisheng Ziyu noticed that her dressing table was not locked anywhere, not even the cage and wardrobe in the house.

"Why not lock it?"

Zhen Wumei smiled and said: "The guests sent too many things. If you want to hide and lock them one by one, how can there be so many places?"

Weisheng Ziyu looked around, and couldn't help being slightly startled.

The set of tea cups on the table is made of secret-colored porcelain known as "winning the emerald color of thousands of peaks"; A decorative potted plant is also a rare treasure among flowers and plants... This room looks ordinary, but there are rare treasures everywhere.

Zhen Wumei's eyes fell on the box in his hand, and said: "Aren't you going to open it to see if it's true or not?"

Hearing this, Weisheng Ziyu lifted the hidden button on the box, opened the box, and there was a huge orb lying inside, the color was like ice, clear and dust-free.

Weisheng Ziyu looked at the contents of the box for a long time, closed the lid, and said, "Thank you."

Zhen Wumei bowed his head and said: "My lord is serious."

The way she bowed her head had a romantic look, and her dark eyelashes were like fans, casting a thin shadow under her eyelids, making her look even more delicate and charming.

Weisheng Ziyu's eyes flickered, and he moved away from her face.

Zhen Wumei went to the table and sat down, raised his hand to pour a cup of tea, pushed it to the opposite side, looked at Wei Sheng Ziyu: "My lord, please sit down, if you have anything else, you can ask me."

Weisheng Ziyu sat down opposite her, picked up the teacup, but didn't drink it immediately, but swayed the side of the cup thoughtfully, and said: "Ji Cangyun is your guest, he died, you seem a little Not sad?"

"He just listened to my three-day harp," Zhen Wumei Shi said calmly, with an indifferent voice, "He is neither my first dead guest nor will he be my last dead guest. Heart?"

Weisheng Ziyu frowned imperceptibly: "A lot of your guests died?"

"All of them are people from the Jianghu, who fight and kill all day long." Zhen Wumei said casually, "I've seen it a lot, so I don't take it to heart."

Although the beauty is beautiful, she is ungrateful and ungrateful.

The slight favor that rose in Weisheng Ziyu's heart dissipated in an instant.

Zhen Wumei didn't care what he thought, he lowered his head and fiddled with the teacup, his face was indifferent to the world.

A snow shadow outside the window suddenly brushed the corner of his eye, Wei Sheng Ziyu raised his eyes to look over, only to notice that it was a snow-white crane, hovering in front of the sleepless window.

Zhen Wumei noticed his line of sight, looked along, and also saw the white crane.

She smiled and said: "I don't know where the crane came from. It's a good omen, but it has to land in this place of fireworks. It's a pity."

Weisheng Ziyu turned his head, stared at her for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Why do you always wear a veil?"

Zhen Wumei was slightly stunned, her eyes dodged: "Of course it's because of my face... my face was injured."

Weisheng Ziyu couldn't help raising his eyebrows, as if he didn't believe it: "Injured?"

"Please don't tell others." After Zhen Wumei said this, she reached out and lifted her veil.

Her facial features are exquisite and uninspired, her face is snow-white, her dark pupils are plain, and between her downcast eyes, there is a strange beauty that is as elegant and ethereal as a cold mist.

It is difficult for all materialized words to accurately express her beauty.It seems that she should never be described with specific words, only purely beautiful, so all the parallel words and sentences written for her are just icing on the cake.

Weisheng Ziyu looked at the face in front of him.

He once went in and out of the forbidden area, and was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of Yan Zhaoyi, the most beloved concubine of the current Holy Majesty.At that time, when he glanced at it, he felt that the beauty was incomparable, and he thought that there might be no one in the world who could surpass Yan Zhaoyi; but now, the existence of Sleepless Sleepless overturned all his previous conclusions.

He seemed to suddenly understand why there were so many rare treasures in Sleepless' room.I don't know how many people are willing to give up their money to make her smile.

This face is so perfect, Weisheng Ziyu really can't see where the injury is: "Where's the wound?"

Zhen Wumei reached out and tapped the side of her cheek in front of the base of the ear, and showed it to Wei Sheng Ziyu: "Here."

There is indeed a flaw there, like a small mark from a fingernail, or pressed by some hard object, you need to look carefully to see it.

Sleepless and put on the veil again.

Weisheng Ziyu stopped talking, drank some tea, got up and left.

The corpse has been transported away and brought back to Yizhuang for an autopsy, while Butou Fang is leading the policemen downstairs to question everyone.Most of the people present were from the rivers and lakes, and the government has always been ambiguous, and most of them were unwilling to cooperate. If it was not for the sake of saving face for the oiran, I am afraid they would not stay.

The police officers had just left after questioning all the people, and they came downstairs in a sleepless manner.

In such a short period of time, she had already changed into a new set of clothes, a hibiscus purple fairy skirt, and the belts of her clothes swayed gracefully in the wind as she moved.

Mr. Tianji had been waiting for her to appear for a long time, and immediately went up to meet her, with a gentle smile on his lips, and called, "Pillow Oiran."

Zhen Wumei looked at him, with just the right amount of doubt in her black eyes, she opened her lips: "You are?" Her voice was deep and soft, but somewhat indistinguishable.

"I'm next, Fu Chen." He gave his name.

Zhen Wumei let out a soft "Oh", as if he knew who he was, but also as if he didn't know, he asked unhurriedly: "What's the matter with you?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "The pillow oiran is like an old friend of mine."

"Oh?" She seemed to have heard too many clichés, and smiled casually, "I don't know the name of your old friend?"

"His name is Xie Yi." He said softly, "He saved my life many years ago, and I will never forget it."

Zhen Wumei didn't even twitch her eyelashes, and said calmly and detachedly: "You know how to repay your kindness, the young master is really benevolent and righteous."

Fu Chen was noncommittal, and turned to say: "I don't know if I will have a chance to listen to the piano of the pillow oiran tomorrow?"

Zhen Wumei nodded and said with a smile, "It's a great honor."

Fu Chen didn't bother anymore, and after getting a definite reply, he turned and left.

Zhen Wumei blessed everyone in the hall and apologized for what happened today. The original anger of the people present was dissipated in her soft and gentle voice.There were also people who were still a little upset, and at this time, Zhen Wumei sent his maid to bring out an apology and give it to everyone.

The compensation is not worth a few dollars, but it is worth a lot of thought.After receiving the compensation, those people said nothing more.

Fu Chen really came the next day, alone.

The room where the person died yesterday has been cleaned today, and Zhen Wumei played the piano for him in that room.Her qin is also unusual, its strings are as ice-coloured and translucent white, like the "Luochuan" that has been lost for many years.

Fu Chen waited for her to finish caressing the song, and then he mentioned it casually: "I heard that the relatives who slept with the oiran came here yesterday."

"Yes, it's just a private matter, and it's not good to say it in front of the guests, for fear of making you laugh." Zhen Wumei smiled slightly, as if feeling a little shy about it, and said, "He has already left."

"Really?" Fu Chen said, "Why didn't you see it?"

Zhen Wumei said: "How can the guests notice such trivial things?"

Fu Chen smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

The two were silent for a while.

"I don't know who the murderer of Ji Cangyun is." He softly uttered a sentence, breaking the frozen silence that filled the room.

Zhen Wumei didn't seem to understand what he meant, and said, "Isn't Master Weisheng from the six doors checking?"

Fu Chen said: "Looking at Jianghu, there are not many people who can kill Ji Cangyun with a needle before he can react."

"Did you go to see the corpse?" Zhen Wumei put his hand on the strings, lowered his eyes, and asked in a calm tone.

Fu Chen didn't refute, and said to himself: "The only fatal wound is between the eyebrows."

"The guest seems to have made a decision in his heart?"

The incense in the censer was almost exhausted, and while talking, Zhen Wusui added new incense into it.The milky white smoke rose up, then sank again in a short while, and rolled into a soft snow in the copper plate lining under the incense burner.

Fu Chen's eyes fell on her Tian Xiang's hands, those hands were as white as jade, with slender fingers, and he didn't know how beautiful it would be to hold a sword.

"First, it is Shen Guiqiong, the former leader of the Demon Cult, whose whereabouts are still unknown. Second, it is Xie Ji who won the position of leader from Shen Guiqiong's hands. As for the third..." Fu Chen suddenly stopped talking. up.

Zhen Wumei seemed to be aroused, and looked at him with probing eyes: "Who?"

Fu Chen looked at her, his eyes opened like a new mirror box, a sudden coldness and purity, like wind wrapped in snow, rushed toward his face: "It's you, Xie Yi."