Yang Qiuchi originally thought very simply, the place where the murderer killed the deceased was hundreds of miles away from primeval forests and lofty mountains, and it was impossible to sleep in the open like an ape, and he would definitely go down the mountain to show up in the market town. Or, it is likely that the murderer is someone from this neighborhood, and found that Zhao Qinglan was walking alone in the mountains, so he followed the murderer.

As long as you find the fingerprints of the murderer, it is a big deal to send out the arrest quickly, and extract fingerprints from village to house for comparison, which is a common method used in modern investigations, called "thorough investigation", and in some major cases and anti-terrorism operations, it is often necessary to compare and check the fingerprints or DNA of thousands or even tens of thousands of people in suspicious areas, in order to find the murderer.

In ancient times, there was no modern criminal investigation technology such as fingerprints and blood types, so people did not have such a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance, and a large number of fingerprints and footprints were generally left at the scene.

Unexpectedly, now this case is a coincidence, the rain at the scene washed away all the traces, the murderer forced the victim to take off his clothes, and did not leave any fingerprints, I don't know why, the murderer did not leave body fluids on the deceased's body.

Now, the only clue is the shoe print under the clothes, but the shoe print can provide too few clues, which can only infer the approximate height and age of the murderer, which is not worth investigating.

It is not true to say that there are no clues at all, at least, according to the murderer's modus operandi and characteristics, Yang Qiuchi estimates that this murderer is a habitual offender, and he should have committed similar crimes before, if he can find these crimes, he can find new clues!

After the test, it was already the second watch. Yang Qiuchi packed up the equipment and reagents, pushed open the door and came out, only to see Song Qing sitting in the cool hall not far away, and standing behind her was the charming little maid Red Aya, carrying a small lantern.

Song Qing saw Yang Qiuchi come out and called: "Husband! "Didn't I tell you to go to sleep first?" What are you doing here? Yang Qiuchi put his arms around her shoulders lovingly.

"None of them can sleep." Song Qing whispered.

Yang Qiuchi glanced at Hongya behind him, and saw her standing a few steps away with a lantern, looking at herself with a smile. Although these two women have a skin-to-skin relationship with Yang Qiuchi, Hong Aya is still a slave and maid now, and she has not yet received a house, so she stands at a distance very well-behaved, and it is not good to come up and make love to Yang Qiuchi.

The three of them returned to the room, Hong Aya made the bed, brought water to wash Song Qing's feet, and then waited for Yang Qiuchi to undress. Yang Qiuchi was a little reluctant, so he said, "I'll send an old mother to you tomorrow to do these things." ”

Hong Aya hurriedly waved her hand: "Don't! Young master, those old mothers are rude, I'm afraid that they won't be able to do it well, and I will have to do it again. Young master, rest assured, this little thing is nothing, besides, serving the young master is originally a matter of Hongyan's business, if you don't let me do it, then what do you want me to do as a little girl? ”

Song Qing smiled: "You stupid girl, you don't know that the young master feels sorry for you." ”

Hong Aya said: "Hong Aya is grateful to the young master, but let Hong Aya do these things, and I don't feel at ease if I hand it over to someone else." ”

Yang Qiuchi sighed and said, "Seeing that you are in a hurry, as if you are afraid that people will rob you of your job, then okay, I am not used to asking other old mothers to serve." ”

While speaking, Yang Qiuchi had already stripped off his clothes and got into the quilt, and Song Qing also finished washing and undressing and went to bed. Red Aya poured water, blew out the lights, and then went back to sleep.

Song Qing hadn't been with her husband for a few days, and she was panicked, but now she was lying naked beside him, but she was a little restrained.

Yang Qiuchi looked at the top of the mosquito net, stupidly thinking about his thoughts. Song Qing saw that he didn't react to him for a long time, so she stabbed him with some grievances: "Husband, what are you thinking?" ”

Yang Qiuchi let out a long sigh: "Alas~! I don't know what happened to my aunt. ”

Song Qing turned sideways, snuggled up to Yang Qiuchi's side, and said with relief: "Didn't you just say that Aunt Ji is a celestial appearance, and she should be lucky when she is in trouble." ”

"Yes, that's fine, if my aunt is okay, Yun'er should be back soon."

Song Qing's slender fingers gently circled Yang Qiuchi's broad chest, and said in a low voice: "Yes, Miss Song is innocent and kind, and everyone loves her, I hope that everything is safe for my aunt, and Miss Song will go early and return early." ”

"Hmm!" Yang Qiuchi put his hands on the back of his head, and sighed softly, "Yun'er is gone, how can my heart be empty." …… I didn't notice it before. ”

"That's because you didn't notice her good before - people are like this, they don't feel when they have it, and they only realize it when they lose it."

"Yo! I haven't seen my clay doll for a few days, and I can speak Zen words and Zen words, amazing! ”

Song Qing grinned, her bare body wrapped around Yang Qiuchi like an eel, and said in a greasy voice: "Brother Qiuchi, you are not here these days, Qing'er misses you." ”

Yang Qiuchi took her into his arms, his palm roamed over her milky smooth skin, lifted her chin, kissed her red little mouth, and asked, "I miss my mud doll pig too!" With that, he kissed her red lips and put his tongue in her mouth.

Song Qing snorted and gently bit Yang Qiuchi's tongue.

Yang Qiuchi groaned and shouted, "You want to murder your husband?" ”

Song Qingge smiled: "Who told you to scold me for being a little pig!" ”

Yang Qiuchi grabbed her lips with two fingers and said with a smile: "Look at you, what is this not a little pig?" ”

Song Qing opened her mouth violently and bit Yang Qiuchi's fingers.

Yang Qiuchi exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Ouch! Piggy bites! ”

"Humph! You're just a little pig," Song Qing said angrily, turning over and sleeping inside.

Yang Qiuchi's claws slowly swam forward from her slender waist, stopped on her flat and smooth lower abdomen, touched it, and sighed.

Song Qing leaned over slightly: "What's wrong?" ”

"Something is wrong, it's been more than two months since you came back, why hasn't the little mud doll in your stomach moved?"

Song Qing sneered: "How do I know!" Ask him yourself. ”

"Okay!" Yang Qiuchi turned her body over and lay down, arched into the quilt, and put his ear on her lower abdomen. Song Qingge smiled: "Don't~!" Tickle! ”

Her body moved, and Yang Qiuchi couldn't hear anything, arched out of the quilt, and glared: "What is it called?" Didn't you see your husband checking your body for you? ”

Song Qingge smiled: "I'm not pregnant yet, what are you checking!" ”

"How do you know?" Yang Qiuchi grabbed her puff pastry and kneaded it.

"I just finished my menstrual affair this month, you forgot, I also asked Hongya to sleep for me, how can it be so fast!"

Yang Qiuchi slapped his head: "Yes, yes, I'm confused." With that, he sighed and lay on his back on the bed.

Song Qing was a little apologetic, lay on Yang Qiuchi's body, and said, "Brother Qiuchi, I don't know what's going on, why can't I get pregnant, I'm also anxious." ”

Song Qing is a concubine, her main responsibility is to help her husband have children, pass on the lineage, and if she can't conceive a child, of course she is in a hurry, besides, if she first conceives a child for Yang Qiuchi, then her status in Yang Qiuchi's heart will definitely be greatly improved, and if she gives birth to a son in the future, then her status will be as solid as a rock.

Yang Qiuchi hugged her and said: "It's only been more than two months since you came back, and it's not like you haven't been pregnant for two years, what's the hurry, you are only sixteen years old now, maybe it's because you're too young, there are still more than ten or twenty years to go, maybe you will have a nest in the future!" ”

Hehe, Song Qing smiled, but after a while, she reflected it again and shouted: "What litter, you should be a piglet!" The little mouth opened and took a bite on his shoulder.

"Ouch!" Yang Qiuchi shouted: "You are a little piggy, a whole little dog!" ”

Song Qingge smiled, and then said, "Hey! I feel as if Sister Zhihui is pregnant. ”

"What?" Yang Qiuchi grabbed her fragrant shoulder and exclaimed in surprise: "Zhihui has it?" "Turn over and get out of bed.

"Why are you going, you?" Song Qing grabbed him.

"Ask Zhihui about it!"

"I'm just skeptical, not yet!"

Yang Qiuchi turned around and asked with some disappointment, "Didn't you just say that she was pregnant?" ”

"You didn't hear it clearly and panicked, thinking about your son and going crazy, right?" Song Qing said angrily, "I mean Sister Zhihui may be pregnant." Her menstrual period this month should have come a long time ago, and it has been almost another month now, and it hasn't come yet. ”

Of course, Yang Qiuchi knew what this meant, and asked in surprise, "Really?!" ”

"Hmm!" Song Qing nodded, "I asked Sister Zhihui to go to Lang Zhong to take a look, she said she was embarrassed and wanted to wait for you to come back." ”

"Hahaha!" Yang Qiuchi laughed, "I'm going to be a father!" Ha ha! ”

"Tap!" Song Qing hurriedly covered Yang Qiuchi's mouth, "You want to wake up the entire yamen!" ”

Yang Qiuchi took away her little hand: "I'll go find Zhihui and ask!" "I was so excited, I turned over and got out of bed again.

Song Qing grabbed him: "What are you panicking about, you go and ask Sister Zhihui, she doesn't know if she is pregnant, you have to see Lang Zhong to know." But now in the middle of the night, how can I go to Lang Zhong at this time? Besides, I was pregnant in October, and my son is still growing, so what's the hurry, tomorrow, early tomorrow morning, I will accompany Sister Zhihui with you. ”

Yang Qiuchi thought to himself that he was right, so he lay down again. Still dancing with joy and joy.

(To be continued)