Luo Nanyin is wearing a cyan robe today, with high black hair, no too much decoration on her body, and her face is also a beautiful color.

The corners of his mouth are shallow, his bearing is calm, and there is an innate elegance and nobility, which makes people can't take their eyes off.

Fang Yunting's face flushed, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

He opened his mouth to say something more, but was directly interrupted.

"Enough!" Luo Nanjin spoke sharply.

Fang Yunting immediately lowered his head, unable to spit out a word again.

Luo Nanyin looked at this scene with no expression on his face.

She, the third brother, stood aside when it was time to speak, as if watching a play.

When Fang Yunting made a sarcastic remark just now, I didn't see him speak.

Now she herself said that Fang Yunting speechless.

What's the use of him speaking out again?

Luo Nanyin flicked his sleeves expressionlessly and said, "Okay, let's go and have a look first." ”

Looking at her distant back, Luo Nanjin narrowed her eyes, and a hint of playfulness appeared on her face.

These four sisters seem to be very different.

He lowered his head, smiled meaninglessly, and lifted his heel.

The dungeon was dark and damp, and even though it was daylight outside, there was still no light in the dungeon, and torches needed to be lit on both sides of the walls.

Arriving at one of the cells, Fang Yunting stopped.

Zhao Changchun was imprisoned here, his hands and feet were bound by iron chains, his hair was unkempt, and he was covered in blood.

I saw that I had been beaten a lot.

"Zhao Changchun, have you figured it out these days?" Fang Yunting shouted directly.

"What do you think?"

Zhao Changchun didn't raise his head, and his voice was not too loud.

Luo Nanyin took a closer look and saw that this Zhao Changchun was five big and three thick, with big shoulders and a round waist, which was quite strong.

Fang Yunting shouted again:

"Let you think about why you retracted your confession! Even if you didn't do it in the case of the Qinglou woman, the evidence in the case of the Liu brothers points to you! ”

Zhao Changchun did not obviously resist, but he did not admit that he did it.

He leaned back, his head pierced lower, and his arms were folded around his chest.

Luo Nanyin couldn't see his expression clearly, but he was sure that it wasn't a comfortable expression.

It should be a frown, or a pursed lip.

Suddenly, he spoke, and it was soft, and his voice was rough.

"I don't really know what's going on."

"As soon as I woke up, I was lying in a pool of blood......"

"Brother Liu, I really didn't kill ......!"

"I really don't know!!"

Zhao Changchun's voice went from the initial smurmur, the louder he spoke, and finally roared out directly.

His arms were wrapped around his arms as if he didn't feel the pain at all.

Luo Nanyin could directly feel the tremors and strong emotions on his body.

It's not like acting.

Luo Nanyin calmly looked at everything in front of her, her sharp and steady eyes, how could she look like a brainless princess who was flying and domineering?

She said unhurriedly: "What evidence is there to prove that the Liu brothers were killed by him?" ”

No one answered her.

She couldn't help but look sideways at Fang Yunting, that look made people feel cold.

Fang Yunting paused before saying:

"There is a bloody handprint on the wall of Liu's house, which is completely consistent with the shape of Zhao Changchun's hand, and Liu Si, the nephew of the Liu brothers, saw Zhao Changchun kill with his own eyes."

Luo Nanyin said lightly: "Is the handprint still there?" ”

Fang Yunting's face crossed with a hint of displeasure, and he felt that Luo Nanyin was here to make trouble.

He said stiffly:

"Our official mission has always been reliable, and of course the scene of the crime is guarded, and the handprint is naturally well preserved."