After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

"Then do you know where his home is?" Lin Zhiyu had a vague premonition.

The official smiled and said, "Master Yu has a cold temper. Even if he is the county magistrate, let alone me, I don't know where he lives."

Lin Zhiyu turned around and looked at Chu Nianshan.

Chu Nianshan said leisurely: "It's cold outside, why don't you come in and have a chat together?"

The official was stunned for a moment: "You are..."

"The future son-in-law of the Wang family."

"Please come in quickly!"

In the small reception room, the official served hot tea with a flattering look on his face.

"Look at me, I was so busy a while ago that I didn't know how to invite you two to come in and sit down. My name is Fang Yi, Madam Yu, don't blame me."

"I heard that this Mr. Yu has a cold temper?" Lin Zhiyu picked up the tea and drank it without rushing, "I heard from people that he is quite senior among you and is very respected."

Fang Yi sat at the bottom and let out a breath of air: "Yes, maybe people in this field have this problem.

Mr. Yu came here two years ago, and his qualifications are not very long. It is because of his good skills that we are willing to call him Mr. Yu. "

Chu Nianshan asked: "Good skills?"

"This good skill doesn't mean autopsy, it's just that he didn't even frown when he saw such a bloody corpse.

It is a good skill to be able to explain the cause of death clearly when you look back! "

Fang Yi said with a look of admiration on his face.

This psychological quality is not generally strong.

"This is just a basic requirement." Chu Nianshan looked calm, "If you vomit for three days and three nights before seeing a corpse, where will you have the energy to investigate?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Fang Yi responded.

Lin Zhiyu thought for a while and suddenly said: "Isn't he a local?"

Fang Yi was shocked: "How does Mrs. Yu know? Master Yu's accent, let alone someone from Qingshan City, I don't think it's from Da Qin!"

Lin Zhiyu secretly made an important point in her heart.

If it’s not Da Qin, then it’s Xirong?

What a coincidence!

Fang Yi was a talkative person and muttered a lot about Master Yu's heroic deeds - of course, he also did not forget to talk about his own abilities at every opportunity.

Chu Nianshan was not very interested in these things and interrupted mercilessly: "Some time ago, were you busy for the jade craftsman Duan in the west of the city?"

When this matter was brought up, Fang Yi looked unhappy: "Don't mention it, that Duan Jade Carpenter died miserably!

The buddies who were handling the case at that time unanimously believed that it was homicide. Who knew that Mr. Yu swore that it was suicide. "

Fang Yi made two gestures with his hand in the air, "You two don't know that there is a big hole in the belly of that jade craftsman Duan.

Who in his right mind would do this to himself? "

On your belly?

Kouzi?

An incredible idea came to Lin Zhiyu's mind.

"Then why do you say it was suicide? It doesn't make sense." Chu Nianshan also noticed something was wrong.

"Master Yu said that this was the method used by the Japanese pirates. They would commit suicide after doing something unworthy."

When Fang Yi said this, he shook his head and sighed.

"My body, hair, and skin are all influenced by my parents. I don't know what this person has done, but he has to use this method!"

Lin Zhiyu drank all the tea and put the money that Fang Yi had not accepted just now on the table together with the cup.

"If Master Yu comes back, I have to ask you to go to the Wang family and let me know."

"I'll just go back and say no to him. Why do I have to ask Madam Yu to make another trip?"

Fang Yi looked at the money, but still didn't dare to accept it.

"I want to thank him, so why would the benefactor come to the door in person?

By the way, don't tell him. If you tell him in advance, that would be insincere. "

Lin Zhiyu smiled at Fang Yi.

"This money is considered as your carriage fee."

Fang Yi put Lin Zhiyu on the carriage all the way, and then dared to turn back and put the money in his pocket.

As expected of the Wang family, they are so generous.

Let alone one trip, he would be willing to go even ten or eight times!

Jian Ying glanced at Chu Nianshan and lifted the reins.

"Miss, where are you going now?"

"Go to Yizhuang." Lin Zhiyu said coldly, "It hasn't been long since the incident, so we might find something."

Chu Nianshan suddenly said: "How do you know that Gu Zuo is not a local?"

Lin Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Guess."

Qingshan City is just a small city. There is only one Yizhuang, which is just outside the city and is not difficult to find.

Stop the car and get off.

Jian Ying stood aside motionless.

This is Yizhuang!

He craned his neck and glanced inside. They were lined up in rows, lying so neatly.

"Sword Shadow?" Lin Zhiyu called.

Jian Ying came back to his senses and subconsciously touched the peace charm on his waist: "Miss, I, I will wait outside."

It’s true that he is a secret guard, and it’s true that he can kill people.

But it was really scary for him to face those lifeless dead people!

A living person can beat him, but how can he beat a dead person?

Maybe he'd cut his head off and dance on the ground for a while!

Just as Jian Ying was about to turn around, he heard a sneer from behind.

"Is this the person next to Zhou Zijin?" Chu Nianshan glanced at the sword shadow leisurely, and the contempt in his eyes was self-evident.

"I thought he was very capable when he asked you to come over."

Jian Ying was startled and looked at Lin Zhiyu like a reflex.

He was sent by the prince, but he can't let the lady know!

No, how did Chu Nianshan know this?

Jian Ying dropped his gaze and began to draft.

Fortunately, Lin Zhiyu didn't listen to Chu Nianshan's words, because she saw a drunk man walking not far away.

This is the idle man who guards the Yizhuang. He has nowhere to go and has nothing to do, so he drives away mice and does hygiene here.

When someone comes to collect the body, they will inevitably give him some money.

When someone died in the government, he would be responsible for it, and he could also make some small money.

Lin Zhiyu said to Jian Ying: "It doesn't matter. If you're afraid, just wait here."

"Who said I was scared?" Jian Ying suddenly straightened his back and glanced at Chu Nianshan provocatively.

"Miss, after all, I am a person close to the prince. I have never seen anything, not even Yizhuang. I dare to sleep here for one night."

As he spoke, he followed Lin Zhiyu in stride, passing by Chu Nianshan and bumping his shoulder very rudely.

Chu Nianshan didn't even frown. Knowing that Lin Zhiyu was going to ask questions, he crossed the threshold and looked around inside.

"Are you here to collect the body?" Xian Han reluctantly stood in front of Lin Zhiyu and burped.

For a moment, the air was filled with a nauseating sour smell.

Jian Ying held his breath and asked, "Is Jiangxi Duan's body here?"

"What Duan Jade Craftsman?" Xian Han glanced at him, "I don't know Duan Jade Craftsman. Everyone is dead. What's the use of calling him by name?"