Voice of the heart: Those who are eaten by the real daughter are in bad luck

The alley, which used to be clean and refreshing, was now crowded with people.

There were runners from Shuntian Prefecture, as well as brave residents from nearby who came out to watch the fun.

Lu Xinlan had quickly walked to the location where the body was found. While looking around, he was talking to the police and the coroner who had arrived.

"What time do people usually come to patrol the streets here? And since the residents' sundries are placed here, there will be people who come to collect them regularly. Why did they come late today?"

Lu Xinran heard her words as soon as she approached. She was so afraid of the corpse that she didn't dare to get too close.

But she felt even less safe standing aside. The servants who were accompanying them were stopped outside. She was alone and struggling for a long time before finally moving closer to Lu Xinlan.

They were the same age, so there was no reason why she was the only one scared.

Lu Xinlan saw her approaching from the corner of his eye, and knowing that she was afraid, he took the initiative to hold her hand.

Song Junyan, who was following behind Lu Xinran, looked at their hands holding together again, frowned, then looked away and listened to his subordinates' report.

Lu Xinlan's series of questions just now were so natural that the officers and coroner beside him didn't have time to think about it and just opened their mouths to speak.

"The patrol time here is from 15:00 to 3:00 in the morning. Today, because there was a problem on the street ahead, the time was moved to 15:00."

He came here at 15:00 to patrol the streets, and then went to Shuntian Prefecture to report to the authorities after discovering the body, waiting for the officers and coroner to arrive. It's almost noon now, but it just happens to match up.

"How often are the sundries collected here? When is the next collection?"

"Once every three days, the next one will be tomorrow."

The officer quickly replied only to realize that he didn't know the girl in front of him at all.

He looked at the people around him for help, then secretly glanced at the stern Fourth Prince, and inexplicably felt like kneeling.

Lu Xinran secretly glanced at the corpse beside the miscellaneous items, and saw that the deceased was facing downwards, wearing a dirty indigo blue gown.

One of his shoes had fallen off, and it seemed like there was dirt on his socks.

Realizing what she was doing, she quickly looked away.

[I am dying, I am dying. Why did I look at it so carefully just now? I am going to have nightmares tonight. ]

[Why does this person look so stiff? Could it be that the legendary rigor mortis hasn't worn off yet?]

[No, no, I can’t think about it anymore, wow, why isn’t the heroine afraid! ]

[Hmm, um, what on earth did that sock step on? I really want to know. How about taking another look? ]

A series of intensive thoughts almost interrupted Lu Xinlan's thoughts. She took a deep breath and looked at the deceased's bare foot following Lu Xinran's words.

Although Song Junyan's expression was indifferent, his eyes also fell on the feet of the deceased.

Lu Xinran had already prepared herself mentally at this time. She secretly opened her eyes and looked at the dead man's socks again.

[Eh, is it wax? It looks like I stepped on it before it solidified. But, doesn't it hurt if I step on it like this?]

The coroner, who could not hear her inner voice, had already checked the deceased's clothes.

After carefully looking at the deceased's feet, he signaled the people around him to write down their findings.

"The deceased's shoes and socks are stained with wax, the wax is cherry pink in color. There is rigor mortis, and the time of death is at least two hours ago..."

The coroner spoke very quickly and Lu Xinran was completely confused, but Lu Xinlan next to him wrote down all the details.

"The deceased should be seven feet one inch tall. Judging from the calluses on his hands, he must be left-handed."

The coroner was still talking when Lu Xinran had already pulled up Lu Xinlan's sleeve.

"Aren't we going back home? If mother knew what we encountered on the road, she would be worried about you."

[If you become hysterical again and accuse me of being a bad person, then I will be more wronged than Dou E.]

Lu Xinlan was feeling itchy at the moment. She hadn't encountered a case in many days since she came here, and now she finally encountered one. How could she be willing to go back like this?

But when she thought of Zhao's temper, she felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over her heart.

Her current identity and situation did not allow her to be too willful. She sighed and was about to say, "Let's go back," when another voice rang in her ears.

[It's a pity that I don't know this person's identity, otherwise I might be able to see how he was killed. ]

She raised her eyebrows instantly, and her eyes collided with Song Junyan in mid-air.

Song Junyan looked at the two of them, but asked his subordinates.

"Has the deceased been identified?"

"I am incompetent and have not yet been able to find out the identity of the deceased."

[It's a shame, but it's normal that they can't find out the identity of the other party in such a short time. I just don't know how many days it will take for the officials of Shuntian Prefecture to find out the identity of the other party. ]

I don't know if using the watermelon system to uncover the cause of death counts as eating watermelons to give life points.

All kinds of messy thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, and Lu Xinlan's eyes met Song Junyan's again.

When Lu Xinran came back to his senses, he saw them looking at each other affectionately. His heart tightened and he quickly pulled the person behind him to protect him.

[No, no, she didn't harm me, but I can't just watch her jump into the fire pit.]

[This person is not a good match, even if he is good-looking. ]

[His status as a prince means endless troubles, not to mention that he has a spoiled, willful, and lawless childhood sweetheart. ]

[How can I make him and his childhood sweetheart locked up together so that he no longer has the energy to harm the heroine? ]

Lu Xinlan lowered her eyes, trying not to look at Song Junyan's face which had begun to turn dark.

This 'fellow villager' of hers is really bold and can say whatever he wants!

Song Junyan's knife-like eyes swept across Lu Xinran's face again. He had been very smart since he was a child, and he had a photographic memory whether it was reading books or recognizing people. He was very sure that he had never seen this person before.

Since she had never seen him before, how could she conclude that he was unstable, moody, and a... pervert?

He sneered in his heart. He was the one who was thoughtful. He actually cared about the thoughts of someone he met for the first time.

With his sleeves swaying slightly, he turned sideways and looked at his men.

"Ding San, take your men to search for clues in the alley. Ding Er, take your men to go door to door to ask if anyone heard any noise from the time the dead man was found last night..."

The cold and solemn voice methodically arranged people to check one by one.

"Ding Wu, take your men to check the candle shops in the city. Ask the coroner to scrape off some of the wax and ask which shop it came from."

His arrangements were very organized, and Lu Xinlan subconsciously nodded in agreement as he listened.

Lu Xinran moved forward and placed himself between the two of them again.

It is said that men at work are the most attractive. She can't let Lu Xinlan be charmed just like that.

Song Junyan, who finally heard a word of praise from her inner voice, relaxed his brows slightly.

Fortunately, the reviews are finally not that abnormal.