Gu Qinghuan knew that this would not last long.

Just like he has been to Ruyi Restaurant for so long, whether it is an invitation from colleagues or a gathering of friends, he has never been to Ruyi Restaurant again, and even if he passes by that place, it is unbearable for him.

No man's heart is made of iron and brass.

In the past, every time Yin Qixiu asked them to come out to drink, he also liked to go to the Ruyi Restaurant, because it was his family's property, and since Yin Jiheng handed these over to the imperial court, he would rather call his friends to get drunk with the butchers and farmers in the inconspicuous wine shops on Jiufang Street, rather than go to those dignified and elegant restaurants and restaurants.

Tonight, Yin Qixiu chose the position of Yuqiong Curie by the window, Gu Qinghuan didn't like this position, because from here, he could see the Ruyi Restaurant opposite at a glance, and then he saw the present while drinking wine.

There are only two people who drink it, he and Yin Qixiu, since Yang Longxing's incident, Yang Rongan has not been out to have fun with them, and the three of them can't get together.

"I understand...... After all, I will investigate his father's case...... How could he still be so close to me......? He still doesn't understand, whoever investigates this case is the same......" Yin Qixiu held the wine jug, leaned on the cupboard wall, and chatted with Gu Qinghuan in distress.

Gu Qinghuan was a little drunk, his wine was hot, and his heart was also melancholy: "It's okay, Rong An doesn't understand what his father is, as long as you check it well, it is not biased, even if something is found out in the end, Rong An will not blame you." ”

"Unbiased?" Yin Qixiu sneered bitterly, raised his eyes, and looked at Gu Qinghuan, who was comforting him earnestly: "Qinghuan, do you think it's possible?"

Gu Qinghuan had nothing to do.

"Let's put it this way, in fact, the outcome of this case does not depend on how the criminal department investigates, but on ...... What did my father say, oh no, and your father......" he said thoroughly.

"What does this mean?" Gu Qinghuan hesitated a little.

Yin Qixiu didn't want to go around the bend with him, so he had another drink, "Yang Sicheng's fault is not whether he killed people or whether he prostitutes, but that he is on the wrong side, he is not my father's party, he is a different party, so it is intolerable." I'm afraid we're going to be sorry for Rong An. ”

"We ......" Gu Qinghuan actually understood better than him in his heart, but he would not be as helpless as Yin Qixiu, because he was also one of the initiators from beginning to end.

"But I don't want to. Yin Qixiu's eyebrows froze, his expression was indifferent, and he asked him: "Qinghuan, do you understand? I didn't do this kind of thing when I was a waiter in the Criminal Department......

He got up, looked at Gu Qinghuan, picked up a small wine jug in his hand, arched his hand, wanted to leave, and said in a deep voice: "Whether it is your father or my father, it is too much." ”

Yin Qixiu turned around and walked out, there was only Gu Qinghuan in the compartment, he looked at the empty wine glass in front of him, and said, "But you didn't resist either." Your surname is Yin, and you were born to be a friend, and you can only help your father do what he wants to do, and become a weapon for him, and your eyes no longer distinguish between black and white, but can only see the pros and cons......"

Yin Qixiu's drunken red eyes had a self-deprecating smile and sour tears, and he looked back at Gu Qinghuan: "What about you? Which party is your surname Gu? If one day, my father wants to do something sorry for your Gu family, can I still tell you please forgive?"

Gu Qinghuan shook his head: "Don't forgive ......"

……

Yin Qixiu walked out of Yuqiongju alone, walking on the street, there was a bright light in front of him, he looked at the road carefully, and found that he was not very drunk, he just wanted to get drunk.

The long Jiufang Street, the heavy waiter's clothes, the empty wine bottle, and the noise in his ears are still loud, he is still upset.

At the other end of the street is Luo Hongge, where the murder took place. He walked that way, wanting to take a look. In the past few days since the Luo Hongge incident, he has only asked his subordinates to investigate the case in the blockaded Luo Hongge, and he has not come to see it, because he also knows that he can't see anything.

After knowing who this case is related to, he will be able to see the ending, and he will not bother to act in this scene.

When he first joined the company, he was not like this. When he first entered the Criminal Department, he was just a minor criminal officer in the Criminal Trial Department, and he was busy with miscellaneous cases all day long, and he would rather never sleep than find out a suspicious case, he liked the feeling of exposing the crime with his own hands, and liked to stand on the bright side.

At that time, he was always full of enthusiasm, not as muddy as he is now.

He stayed in the Criminal Trial Division for several years and was not in a hurry to be promoted, but after all, his father was one of the three princes, and his small merit was equivalent to ten great merits made by others, and promotion was easy, he didn't have to worry, his father helped him urgently, so he was promoted all the way to the Criminal Department Langzhong, and later Lu Yuanzhi made a wrong move and made him a waiter in the Criminal Department.

The higher the official position, the black and white in front of him was really not so clear, and he gradually discovered that the people in Chang'an City were never in black and white, they were only shrouded in a misty gray, including his father.

Noble and full of scheming, he is not a pure good minister and celebrity, but a power strategist.

When a strategist meets a conspirator, everything changes.

……

swayed, dangling to the outside of Luo Hongge.

He raised his eyes and saw clearly that this was the first place for fireworks in Chang'an City. He used to pass by here from time to time, and some colleagues invited him to come here to have fun, but he was born in a well-educated Yin family, so how could he come to such a place to do filthy things?

Tonight, he came here, this Your Excellency Luo Yun is not as good as the usual guests, the black light is blind, deserted, and the seal of the seal of the Yin Mansion of Chang'an is pasted on the lintel of the flower leaves, which is to facilitate the investigation of the criminal department, so that all this place is blocked, and the girls in the pavilion have temporarily moved to the backyard to live, and no one can enter this main building.

Through a somewhat hazy and drunken gaze, I looked inside through the white door veil, and noticed the light of the candle flame in the pavilion, and I thought it was strange that there should be no one inside at this time.

The nature of detective investigation has never changed, he felt that something was wrong, so he didn't say a word, went to find the entrance, and quietly climbed into the backyard of Luo Hongge's house.

He dusted off the soil on his body, and looked carefully in the courtyard, this is the place where people live, those girls and bustard mothers have fallen asleep, the courtyard is quiet, and the other side is the back door of the main building of Luo Hongge, he leaned over there in the dark, moved lightly to the door, tried to push it, and found that the door lock was really pried open, and there were a few strips of white paper under the door, presumably the official seal that was torn off.

Yin Qixiu held his breath and condensed, sneaked in, and walked silently in the darkness. Or because of the drinking, I have a lot more courage, and I don't think much about anything else, I just want to see what is going on.

Walking into the cabinet, he traced the light and shadow of the candle with his eyes, and his eyes lit up a little, and he found that it was a candle from the top floor. Yin Qixiu remained silent, stepping on the soft felt cushion on the stairs, climbing up step by step.

He knew that this top floor was specially used to entertain dignitaries, and Qin Hongmo died on this floor.

Before he could reach the top floor, he heard footsteps from above, very slow, very erratic, walking aimlessly.

Yin Qixiu inhaled steadily, continued to go up, his eyes were half dark and half bright, and when he stepped on the last staircase, there was a clear point of light in front of him, which was the source of the faint candlelight.

In the dark and deep corridor, a candlelight moved slowly, and a woman with black hair and waist half-sunk in the darkness walked with a candle......

"Girl......"