Chen Ying was stunned for a moment, only to realize that what Pei Shu said was the fake news they had customized for Mo Zijing, and she was surprised for a while.

"Could it be that Lao Jiu and they really caught a live mouth in Penglai County?" She asked.

"There are no living, but some are dead." Pei Shu responded solemnly. In the depths of the lamp, the eyebrows are cold.

After a few pauses, the corners of half of his lips suddenly slanted: "And there is more than one." ”

"Oh?" Chen Ying's heart sank, and she stared at him: "But I don't know how many corpses Lao Jiu they found?" ”

"Two." Pei Shu replied, but then his face was hesitant, or rather, a little confused, and quickly continued: "However, one of the corpses is a woman. ”

Chen Ying paused.

Doe?

There is actually a female corpse?

It's a bit sensational.

Lao Jiu and his entourage went to Penglai to track down the remnants of King Kang, and generally speaking, among these chaotic ministers and thieves, there are few women.

"The most strange thing is that this woman's face has been scratched, and it is impossible to identify it." Pei Shu said in a low voice.

A female corpse with a slashed face?

Somehow, Chen Ying felt a little unusual.

Not long ago, they had heard something similar, that is, Qian Tianchuan faked his death many years ago, scratched the face of the Xiyi soldier, and replaced him with himself.

Now, this is happening in front of their eyes, which is really a providence in the dark.

After thinking for a while, Chen Ying looked at Pei Shu, his eyes reflected the candlelight, clear and clean: "Ah Shu said that he wanted me to help with something, he was talking about these two corpses." ”

"Exactly." Pei Shu said immediately, tilted the umbrella in the direction of Chen Ying, and said in a low voice: "Lao Chang is not here, and I don't want to use the work of Jinan Mansion, so I can only ask Ah Ying for help." ”

"Okay, when am I coming?" Chen Ying responded without hesitation, and there was still some excitement in his heart.

The information has been interrupted for several days, and she is actually a little anxious.

Although she also knew that such emotions did not help and had no practical meaning. However, reason is not always useful, and occasionally emotion wins.

And tonight, the influx of a large amount of information made Chen Ying extremely full, as if enjoying a delicious meal.

"The corpse is not seriously damaged, and Lao Jiu and they have been storing ice cubes, and they will arrive in Spring City in a few days. When the time comes, I'll call someone to invite you. Pei Shu explained the situation of the body to Chen Ying.

Chen Ying frowned lightly and asked, "The scene of the crime...... Or can I put it another way, when the corpse was found, can Lao Jiu have a record? ”

This is an extremely important part of the process, and it will be extremely helpful for the autopsy in the future.

In fact, if it weren't for the conditions, Chen Ying would have wanted to go to the scene in person.

Pei Shu immediately said: "There are records." Lao Jiu is proficient in writing and ink, and he wrote a very detailed ...... The report, we will go to the study in a moment, and I will give you the letter, and you can take it back and read it. ”

When he said this, his expression was extremely gentle, and his mellow voice was lined with drizzle, and the deeper the night, the stronger the tenderness.

"It's not good for you to stay with me for too long, I'll send you home when you get the letter, don't worry Shibo." He spoke in a low voice.

Although the night is like ink and the rain is slightly cool, the mellow voice is like a good wind in spring, blowing and slightly warm.

Chen Ying couldn't help but sigh.

In the world outside the dream, listening to Pei Shu's voice and saying things that have nothing to do with the case, it is really ...... Breathtaking.

However, she didn't let the voice lose her soul, and when she spoke, she was still down to business: "I can't leave now, I have to write down Mo Zijing's transcript for you." ”

"Ah Ying went back and wrote it." Pei Shu smiled, his expression was gloomy for a moment, and he was a little cold: "You and Mr. Mo ...... When Mo Zijing spoke, I was outside the corridor, and I almost listened to it. ”

He looked away, and his smile faded: "I can guess most of the things he did." Now it's just a matter of listening to him admit it himself, and I am not in a hurry about this confession, and when you finish transcribing it, I will pass it on to Your Majesty for your attention. ”

Chen Ying thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "That's fine." Ah Shu came according to his own wishes, and did not care about others. ”

This is a private matter of the Pei family, no matter how Pei Shu chooses, she will support it.

"It's not over. The person who secretly intercepted His Majesty's military quartermaster was also an accomplice. Pei Shu's voice was solemn, the hand holding the umbrella was bruised, but his eyebrows and eyes were flat.

Chen Ying raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Ah Shu, you're okay." ”

The revenge of killing his father will finally be avenged, and Pei Shu's mood at this moment must be extremely complicated.

Pei Shu lowered his eyebrows, and looked at her with extremely soft eyes: "It was a little bad before, but when Ah Ying asked like this, I was much better." ”

After finishing speaking, he smiled warmly.

Chen Ying tilted her head up a little and looked at the tall man in front of her.

His silhouette was faintly discernible in the light of the lantern.

Sharp eyebrows, narrow eyes, nose bones like steep peaks, jaws like a knife.

It's a tough face, invincible, and will never be knocked down for anything.

However, this cold, gangster-like man has no relatives in this world.

Not a single one.

Chen Ying didn't know how Pei Shu survived those days.

From a weak child, he has grown into a burly young man today. In this long time, how he watched his relatives leave one after another and never return.

Chen Ying didn't know.

All she knew was that at this moment, he was right in front of her.

She looked at him, as if through him, at the little boy from years ago—the little boy who was forced to grow up overnight and face countless lives and deaths.

He hurt her heart.

A sigh spilled out of his throat.

At that moment, she felt the coldness and hardness of her arms.

Or, underneath the hardness, the fragility that no one notices.

And whether it is hard or soft, cold or passionate, strong or gentle, she is willing to accept it, just as the ocean and the river, the night sky are to the stars.

She's willing to take it.

Take her heart, with the crook of the arm.

Chen Ying sighed, buried his head in Pei Shu's arms, and his low and pleasant voice was as light as a drizzle in the night wind, drifting into his ears.

"Ashu, don't be sad, you still have me." She said.

Pei Shu's body stiffened like wood.

No, it should be said that it is a hundred times stiffer than wood.

The warm body that threw himself into his arms turned him into a stone sculpture.

He maintained a posture of holding a lamp in one hand and an umbrella in the other, leaning forward, and did not even dare to move his hair.

The girl who had been engaged to him wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her head in his chest, and said to him the most tender love words in the world.

She still sighed softly in his arms.

Light, slightly fragrant, ethereal, in his ears, but also in his heart.

He wasn't even sure if it was her breath, or a strand of scented hair, or even a headband she used to pull her hair.

It was as if there was substance to that breath. For a moment, he felt that his breath was fragrant.

From her mouth, it spread to the end of his nose.