Ryuzo stood in front of the door and knocked the snow off his body, and after a while of easing outside, the cold air on his body subsided a little, and then he stepped into the bedroom.

Chu Shuolan had already learned of Long San's arrival through Ming En's mouth.

He put aside the book of poems in his hand, held the hand warmer in both hands, and stared at Ryuzo who stepped into the room.

Long San walked up to Chu Shuolan, knelt on one knee, and said in a respectful voice: "Young master, my subordinates have already brought someone to personally send Madame home." ”

"How is Madame's mood and how did the case be resolved?"

Long San: "No one in the Song family has been implicated, just a lady's ......"

He glanced up at Ming'en, who was standing not far away making tea, with a look of wariness in his eyes.

Chu Shuolan also knew that he was looking at Ming En, and said in a gentle and unquestionable voice: "Ming En is not an outsider, he has something to say." ”

"Yes, young master."

Long San explained everything that happened in the court, especially the strange methods revealed by Song Yihuan, which was very detailed.

Ming'en, who was listening attentively on the side, felt very incredible when she heard this.

Chu Shuolan lowered his eyes, making it impossible to see the look in his eyes clearly.

After a while, he spoke: "Go and invite Dr. Qi over." ”

"Yes!"

Ryuzo got up and left, walking outside the dormitory.

At this time, Qi Shu hadn't gone to bed yet, and when he heard Chu Shuolan looking for him, he immediately came to the main room with Long San.

"What's wrong? Looking for me so late, but you're not feeling well? ”

Qi Shu yawned lazily and walked towards Chu Shuolan, but there was not much worry in his eyebrows.

Before he came, he may have been worried that Chu Shuolan might not be feeling well, but after seeing him himself, this heart had already fallen.

Just looking at Chu Shuolan's complexion, he knew that he was not sick.

Chu Shuolan was also subtle, and directly instructed Long San: "Tell Doctor Qi what you said." ”

Long San knew that what the young master said was Madame's strange methods, and he repeated what he told the young master to Qi Shu, who was sitting very lazy in the seat.

Qi Shu, who was still listless and a little sleepy, gradually became serious as Long San spoke.

After Long San finished speaking, Qi Shu muttered to himself: "Soul dementorship ......"

As soon as he said this, Chu Shuolan's face became solemn.

He knew about spiritualism from some wild records, but it was all legendary, and he didn't believe that there was such a thing.

Chu Shuolan asked in a calm voice, "Are you sure?" ”

Qi Shu looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "I can't think of anything else except for soul dementorship." ”

Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I have never seen anyone possess soul dementorship in my life, even my master has never had such an ability, Chu Shuolan, you are really not a simple lady who has not passed through the door." ”

Chu Shuolan's delicate face did not have the slightest pride or pride because of his words.

On the contrary, he was more curious about Song Yihuan.

From the time they first met, everything made me full of interest.

It's just that he doesn't like things that get out of control.

Although he was interested in the lady who passed through the door and wanted to know more about it, there was a premise that he could not be out of control.

Qi Shu looked at Chu Shuolan's calm face, but the expression in his eyes was unpredictable, and he laughed and said, "Do you still want to continue to consider my proposal some time ago?" ”

This time Chu Shuolan did not refuse, he was silent.

The kettle on the charcoal rack was boiling, and the house was filled with the rich smell of tea.