The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

The carriage swayed through the bustling streets of the capital, Mu Zhiming's expression was very bad, and he lightly pinched the center of his brow with one hand.

"Master, are you alright?" Wen Heyin asked worriedly. Just now when he entered the wing room to look for Mu Zhiming, he saw Mu Zhiming who was supposed to take a lunch break sitting on the bed, panting softly, his forehead covered in cold sweat, I don't know what happened. "It's okay." Mu Zhiming forced a smile and closed his eyes.But as soon as he closed his eyes, what he dreamed about during his lunch break came suddenly.

He dreamed that he was walking on the snowy and bone-chilling road of exile, with disheveled hair and shackles on his shoulders. The cold was piercingly cold, and the pain was heart-wrenching.

Every time he took a step, he saw a person, first the father who was cut in half, then the mother who was purple from the cold, and Cai Cai who was lying in a pool of blood with a big belly...

The last is Wen Heyin.

Ayin was standing in the snow with disheveled clothes and bruises and whips all over his body. He first said over and over again: "Master, I will find someone to save you, and I will definitely find it."

Then he started to cry: "Master, I'm in so much pain, I'm in so much pain."

Mu Zhiming woke up from the nightmare drenched in sweat, heard the door being gently pushed open, and the intact Wen Heyin walked in from the outside, and was shocked when he saw his appearance: "Master, what are you doing?" What's wrong?"

"A Yin." Mu Zhiming called him tremblingly.

Wen Heyin walked to the bed, Mu Zhiming hurriedly grabbed his wrist and held it tightly in his hand, the skin was warm and real, which made Mu Zhiming gradually recover. "Master."

Wen Heyin showed embarrassment, "I don't..."

"Okay, okay." Mu Zhiming couldn't laugh or cry, "I know you don't like me, go and bring me a glass of water."

"Oh." Wen Heyin quickly poured Mu Zhiming a cup of warm water, and Mu Zhiming drank it whole, took a long breath, and asked after recovering, "You came into my wing, but you are looking for me?"

"Ah, yes." Only then did Wen Heyin remember her purpose for coming here.

The Jingzhao Mansion discovered the dead body of an unnamed woman with a terrible death yesterday.

The front was burned from the waist up, making it impossible to see the face, while the back was bruised and whipped.

It was in line with the death conditions described by Mu Zhiming and Pei Hantang.

Wen Heyin was curious: "Master, how did you know there would be such a dead body?"

Mu Zhiming looked at him, and said in a very soft voice, "Would you believe me if I said I guessed it?"

Wen Heyin: "Believe me, I will believe everything you say."

Mu Zhiming smiled.

He really guessed.

Mu Zhiming knew why each of his close relatives died in the previous life, except for Wen Heyin.In the previous life, after Wen Heyin finished talking, she was going to find someone for help, and after leaving, she disappeared for two days and two nights, and died on the street on the third day, a miserable death.

But I haven't seen you for two days, only two days, and heaven and man are separated forever.

Mu Zhiming guessed that there were two reasons why the murderer dared to be so bold and bold. First, seeing that Mu's family was down and down and his little guards must have no one to care about. Second, this murderer was a habitual offender. man in his hand.

So that day when he met Pei Hantang, the Shaoyin of the Jingzhao Mansion, Mu Zhiming thought that he was in charge of criminal cases for public security in the capital, so he asked about it.

What Mu Zhiming didn't expect was that the clues came so quickly.

But that's okay, Wen Heyin's death in his previous life has always been a poisonous thorn deeply rooted in Mu Zhiming's heart, if he can take this opportunity to get to the bottom of it, he will no longer have such frequent nightmares in the future.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion, Pei Hantang came to welcome him. After paying his respects, he invited Mu Zhiming into the Yamen: "Lord Mu, I never thought that what you asked would really happen. If I didn't trust you, I would really like to doubt it." Does this matter to you?"

"What are you talking about?" Before Mu Zhiming could open his mouth, Wen Heyin jumped out and said angrily, "If this matter really has something to do with my young master, would he ask you about it? Isn't it self-inflicted?"

Pei Hantang smiled and said: "Little thing, I was just joking, why are you so anxious to protect the lord?" Then he looked at Mu Zhiming: "I'm the one who is outspoken, please don't blame Master Mu."

Mu Zhiming bowed in return: "I still have to thank Master Pei for being willing to tell me about this matter. I wonder what happened to the female corpse?"

Pei Hantang said: "The body was found in the dry well of the ruined temple on the outskirts of the city. No one goes to that desolate and dilapidated place on weekdays. Fortunately, a wandering monk passing by the capital rested in the temple. Otherwise, I don't know when this injustice will see the light of day."

Mu Zhiming listened and nodded thoughtfully.

"Wu Zuo is still checking the corpse, and now we are at a loss and have no clue." Pei Hantang looked at Mu Zhiming, "Master Mu, since you don't predict that there will be a murder, is there anything else you can tell me?"

Mu Zhiming shook his head: "What I know is no more than yours."

"yes"

Pei Hantang originally thought he could learn something from Mu Zhiming, but he couldn't help showing disappointment when he heard this answer.

"Master Pei." Mu Zhiming clasped his fists and said seriously, "I have something that I would like to ask Mr. Pei boldly. Excuse me, can I investigate this case with you, because who is the real culprit is very important to me. I will definitely not bother Mr. Pei, and I will help Mr. Pei."

Pei Hantang looked at Mu Zhiming suspiciously, and really couldn't understand why he, a son of a hairpin tassel, would be interested in such unknown things, he thought for a moment, and said: "Master Mu, you also know that our Jingzhao Mansion has always had rules and regulations. It is extremely inappropriate to allow others to intervene in the case."

Hearing this, Mu Zhiming immediately showed frustration, but Pei Hantang immediately said: "However, the little guard behind Mr. Mu has made great contributions to catching the snitch for the Jingzhao Mansion. He has great martial arts skills. With his help, it must be like a god's help, and he is Master Mu's bodyguard, on weekdays, the bodyguards naturally have to follow the master.

Mu Zhiming's eyes lit up, he understood the meaning of Pei Hantang's words, he clasped his fists and bowed gratefully.

"No, no." Pei Hantang hastily stretched out his hand to stop him, "The death of the woman's body is complicated, and I'm afraid it's hard to make a conclusion today, Mr. Mu, please come back tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, let's say goodbye first." Mu Zhiming bid farewell, and left with Wen Heyin

In the early morning of the next day, the sycamore trees were stained with clear dew, and at this hour, Gu's mansion became lively.Gu Heyan was having breakfast in the wing room, Pei Hantang pushed open the door, and walked into the room excitedly: "Yu Yi, guess who I was with yesterday?"

Gu Heyan couldn't lift his spirits, and said lightly: "Who?"

Pei Hantang pulled a round wooden stool, sat down opposite Gu Heyan, put his elbows on the table and winked in front of him: "Your dearest son of Duke Yan, Li. Minister Minister, Mu Zhiming."

Gu Heyan: ...