It was a very ordinary day.

Muhe Town at sunset seems to be plated with a layer of golden light, and the quaint bluestone floor is stepped on by people coming and going.

It wasn't until that terrible scream suddenly pierced the far sky that the gears of fate began to turn towards a different trajectory, and the people who had different paths gradually returned to the same place......

Many people in the streets and houses heard the terrible and shrill sound, so many people hurried to the place where the sound came from.

Following the sound, more and more people gathered in the same place.

However, the nearby people who heard the sound were stunned by the scene in front of them: an indistinguishable corpse was lying upright on the cold bluestone floor, covered with a layer of dark red bloodstains.

On closer inspection, almost no part of the corpse's body was intact, covered with wounds of different sizes and shapes, indescribably hideous and terrifying!

About three feet in front of the deceased stood a woman dressed in a plain gauze garment. The woman was petite, her face was delicate, and her ink-like black hair was only a peach-colored wooden hairpin slanted into it, which made her eyebrows and eyes more picturesque, and her skin was better than snow.

At this moment, the woman's body was trembling uncontrollably, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and broken words overflowed from her bloodless lips: "Kill...... Killed, killed......"

When everyone saw this scene in front of them, they had their own plans in their hearts. Who is this woman? Why is he here with this miserable deceased? What is the identity of the corpse on the ground? Unexplained death here?

Someone in the crowd asked about the woman, "This girl, where are you?" Can we know the man on earth? ”

The woman did not turn her gaze to the person who asked aloud, but kept repeating the same three words, "Murder." Kill, people. ”

The person who questioned her did not answer, nor was he annoyed, but only looked at her with a little pity in his eyes. I'm afraid this girl is scared!

There were sharp-eyed people in the crowd who recognized her, "Isn't that the personal maid of the second lady of the Zhang family?" It seems to be called Xiaoqing......"

"Miss Zhang's second lady? Is it Miss Zhang Ziyan, who is very talented and virtuous? A man dressed as a scholar asked urgently. As he spoke, he looked at the woman carefully, as if through her he saw the face of another woman who fascinated him.

In Muhe Town, almost no one has never heard of Zhang Ziyan's name. She is the second lady of the Zhang family, although she was born to a concubine, she was born with a world-class face, and no one who has seen her said that it is not beautiful. What's even more rare is that she not only has a good face, but also has a gentle and generous temperament, without the delicate air that a young lady has to have.

It is said that Miss Zhang Er, Zhang Ziyan, is proficient in calligraphy and painting, and her embroidery work can be compared with the embroidery girl in the palace. Such a strange woman, if anyone can enter her eyes and be her personal maid, her character will definitely not be bad!

"There is no doubt that it should be her, last time I saw her standing in front of Zhang's Mansion holding an umbrella for the second lady! I heard that she is a smart girl, and now seeing such a terrifying scene, don't be scared and stupid, it's a pity that this good face is a pity! ”

"Look at her appearance, I'm afraid I'm really frightened, what kind of despicable maid is she, where have you ever seen any big scenes?" A woman with a green head said sourly, staring at the woman's beautiful face with motionless eyes, as if trying to find an ugly place in her face.

This woman looks handsome, and she looks so delicate, maybe how many men's hearts will be seducer! She thought so, and looked at the woman with a little disgust on her face.

But no one picked up her words, and anyone with a discerning eye could see the look of jealousy in this woman's eyes, so they didn't want to talk to her more.

When the man saw that no one was paying attention to her, he suddenly became a little annoyed in his heart, and his face became more and more difficult to look at.

"Guys, please give way, let go."

A man dressed up hurriedly cut through the crowd and walked in front of the deceased. This person is Zhao Mingsong, the chief catcher in the yamen, who has always been known as 'Little Zhuge ', although he is young but very thoughtful.

Seeing that the atmosphere around him was cold, he did not delay, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves and began to carefully examine the corpses on the ground. He gently brushed away the messy hair that covered the deceased's face, and carefully examined the wounds on the deceased's body, and his already somewhat cold and hard face became more and more cold.

When everyone saw his solemn expression, they couldn't help but sigh. It seems that the identity of this deceased is unusual, otherwise, how could Zhao Mingsong's expression be so strict?

Suddenly, Zhao Mingsong turned around and grabbed the arm of the plain-clothed woman in Shicai. His broad body was a head above hers, and his long, narrow eyes locked tightly on hers.

"You were the first to discover the dead?"

But she avoided his gaze without a trace, and looked at the dead on the ground with a blank expression. A slight smile of incomprehension appeared on his lips, and then he regained his expression of horror, and he still kept repeating the three words in his mouth—murderous.

Zhao Mingsong didn't miss her weird smile, and the hand that grabbed her never let go at all, "Say, why are you here alone!" ”

The onlookers did not notice the abnormality of the woman, but they were a little displeased with Zhao Mingsong's movements. I saw that the woman's face was becoming paler and paler, and her lips were pursed without saying a word, as if she was silently enduring great pain.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Mingsong's hand that was tightly grasped by the woman, and his heart suddenly became a little clear, so immediately someone began to complain about the woman.

"Why is this Zhao Zhutou so rude? Regardless of whether men and women should be intimate or not, how can this little woman stand it if you grab her hand so ferociously? ”

It was a kind old woman who spoke this, and her eyes were full of pity for the plain woman.

When Zhao Mingsong heard this, the force in his hand was a little lighter, but his sharp eyes were still staring at the woman.

Lin Qing couldn't help but glance at the woman who spoke for her, this woman didn't know her, but she was genuinely worried about her, which made Lin Qing feel a little moved in his heart. Seeing Zhao Mingsong's cold expression, Lin Qing understood that he had begun to doubt himself, but she didn't have much worry or fear.

took advantage of the miserable old man, just to get his attention without a trace. As for the people on the side, they just made a show for them that didn't cost money. Horizontal and vertical, doing drama in front of people, she has long been familiar with it.

"This official, the little woman passed through here to buy rouge for her own young lady."

Lin Qing's tone was soft and glutinous, and his face was slightly gloomy, with a hint of gentleness unique to southern women. With her delicate eyebrows and eyes, it teaches people to unconsciously think of the white lotus that comes out of the mud without staining it.

It's a pity that she is far from being a woman like a white lotus. If you want to compare her to flowers, the beautiful but poisonous poppy is the most appropriate.

"Buy rouge?" Zhao Mingsong was a little surprised.

This reason is reasonable, but I can't tell what the reason is, Zhao Mingsong always feels that the woman in front of him is not as gentle and harmless as it seems. The death of the man on earth may have something to do with her.

The little woman was supposed to go home through this way, but who knew that she would encounter such a terrible thing. It's just that the little woman has never seen any big scenes, and she only knows how to shout for a while, which is really rude. Lin Qing seemed a little embarrassed, and he didn't dare to look at Zhao Mingsong, completely like a little daughter.

Zhao Mingsong looked at her suspiciously, and slowly let go of her slender wrist. If it weren't for the fact that the identity of the deceased on the ground was so special, he wouldn't have been so excited that he almost lost his proportion.

Looking at her delicate appearance, how can she look like she can kill people with such cruel methods? I'm afraid I haven't even plucked a single chicken feather. He would rather think too much about himself, but he couldn't forget the strange smile that flashed on her face. How would she explain it?

"Since you know you're rude, go back quickly." No matter how much he asked, he couldn't get the answer he wanted, so Zhao Mingsong decided to think long-term. Now that she had such a good explanation, he couldn't find anything to contradict her.

"Thank you for your understanding." Lin Qing was slightly blessed and saluted Zhao Mingsong.

However, Zhao Mingsong didn't seem to want to look at her anymore, and quickly put the dead body on the ground on his shoulder, and left without looking back.

The crowd that had no excitement to see gradually dispersed, Lin Qing pursed his lips, and his face was no longer the shy appearance that he had deliberately made, replaced by a cold and solemn look.

Zhao Mingsong has become curious about her today, and the next thing is to check her identity. But her identity is not too easy to find, I'm afraid it's going to make this 'Little Zhuge take some effort......