Xiao Luo took in Mu Changfeng's small expression, and secretly thought in his heart: It seems that he has figured it out, Amu in this life is still so greedy. It's just that it's too frank...... Thinking of this, he hooked his lips and replied:

"The subordinates think that the young general likes it." Well?! How does Xiao Luo, a stupid big man, know that he likes to eat green onions? Strange, he's never told anyone about it. He suddenly realized that he was in a daze, so he coughed pretending to be calm, and then pretended to be vicious, and said in a rough voice:

"What do you think? Hum! I hate shallots the most! Hurry up and get this dish away. Xiao Luo looked at Mu Changfeng's resolute appearance, the expression of extreme struggle in his eyes, and his heart blossomed: Haha, it's really awkward.

"Yes." Before Mu Xiu Chuxiao could say anything, Xiao Luo disappeared with the dishes.

Chu Xiao frowned: "Feng'er, if you don't like it, you don't have to let the Xiao guards take it away, your father and I will eat." Seeing that dish looks good, it should taste good, and we also want to try the craftsmanship of Xiao Guard. Alas, it's a pity...... "Mu Changfeng gritted his teeth and slandered: It's not bad...... He wants to eat the whole plate alone, and no one can rob him!

……

When night fell, Xiao Luo sat by the window, listening attentively to the movement next door, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Amu knew that he hadn't poured out the chicken, and he hesitated and struggled all night, and still hadn't decided to come to him to eat?

"Xiao Luo." Mu Changfeng put on a robe and stood firmly at the door, his eyes already fixed on the food wrapped in silver tin foil on the table.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, come and sit down." Xiao Luo beckoned,

"If you don't eat it, it'll be cold." When Mu Changfeng heard this, he stepped in without saying a word, quickly tore off a piece of chicken and gnawed it.

"I still think it's the most fragrant by hand......" Xiao Luo looked at him with a hand full of sauce, but he was happy to eat, and raised his eyebrows and sighed.

After Mu Changfeng was completely full, he wiped his mouth, deliberately put on a straight face, and said lightly:

"What are your conditions?"

"What do you mean?" Xiao Luo frowned, not knowing why.

"Help me keep this a secret."

"Martial arts." Xiao Luo paused, "I'll teach you, you still have free time to go out one day." ”

"Nope." He quickly refused, "I won't force myself to do something I don't like, that will definitely not work." Say what you want, I don't care. He took a few steps forward and was stopped by Xiao Luo:

"Amu, wait." Xiao Luo saw his puzzled eyes, sighed and said:

"I won't say that. If you ...... If you change your mind, feel free to let me know. ”

He didn't seem to expect Xiao Luo to say this, he was stunned, and quickly spoke:

"Thank you. You...... Will you cook other dishes? ”

"As long as the major general says, I can do it." Mu Changfeng swallowed his saliva, ecstatic in his heart, but replied lightly on his face,

"Ben Shao knows."

……

Shenzhou Continent, Yu Country.

"Lord!"

"Lord!"

Shang Jin waved his hand and said:

"You all go to training, I'll show my wife around. Oops......" He rubbed his waist and looked at Mu Ningjiu with resentment, "Why are you twisting me?" ”

"Don't try to take advantage of me." Mu Ningjiu smiled and said softly in Shang Jin's ear, with a hint of gnashing of teeth. Shang Jin blinked innocently, and secretly thought: Whether you admit it or not, you are my only wife.

"I didn't think it was the last time I came, but now that so many people come at once, I suddenly find that this place is really not a little spacious." Mu Ningjiu said with emotion.

"It's not a problem to fit five or six hundred people here." Shang Jin said proudly, his obsidian-like phoenix eyes shining.

"How many people are being recruited now?"

"Three hundred and fifteen, there will be a group of people coming in today, about fifty or sixty." Shang Jin said.

"Do you need me to help you? There are a lot of ...... in the Drunken Flower Building" Before the words fell, they were stopped by a slender finger, and Shang Jin said in a deep voice:

"Little fox, if you help you get it done, the money I earn can't be spent on the blade, won't I have no motivation to make money?"

"Well, okay." Mu Ningjiu nodded understandingly, "Oh, by the way, Xiao Shi went to investigate the case with Zuo Sheng yesterday." There is already a preliminary judgment on the murderer. ”

"How?" Shang Jin frowned.

The murderer pretended to be Yun'er's friend, and on the day of the crime, he took her from Yingchun Courtyard and killed her. For specific inference steps, you still have to ask Zuo Sheng's kid! I don't know very well. Mu Ning Jiudao.

"How's Yun'er's appearance?" Shang Jin asked.

Mu Ningjiu replied: "It is said that there is no news yet......

"Nothing should happen, right?" Shang Jin frowned. As soon as the words fell, Liu Shiyi ran in from outside the door and bowed down to report:

"Childe, Lord Zuo asked you to go to the Yamen." When Mu Ningjiu heard this, he glanced at Shang Jin, and then said:

"It's a matter of the case."

Shang Jin hurriedly said: "Eleven, inform Shang Heng, saying that I have something urgent today and will go to him another day." ”

"Yes."

……

"Leftover boy, what's the ......" Shang Jin's voice stopped abruptly after seeing the scene in the house.

It was a male corpse, with a pale face, a furrowed brow, swollen skin, no other scars in sight, and what appeared to have been drowned. Seeing this, Mu Ningjiu twisted his eyebrows, squatted next to Ye Shi, and asked softly:

He ...... It won't be Yun'er's looks, right? ”

"Yes." Ye Shi said in a deep voice, "His name is Jian Yan, and when we went to Yingchun Courtyard a few days ago, Aunt Qiu also mentioned him, saying that he could not be a murderer no matter what." Now, he actually proved his innocence in such a tragic way. ”

"If it's drowning, it's hard to tell if it's suicide or homicide, right?" Shang Jin muttered, in this way, wouldn't the chance of catching the murderer be even slimmer?

Zuo Sheng checked his vital signs, and while taking off his water-soaked clothes, he analyzed in a steady tone:

"The deceased was found by moat fishermen in the early hours of this morning and immediately taken to Yamen. Judging from the swelling and corpse spots on the surface of the skin, the deceased should have drowned six to seven days ago, that is, one to two days before the crime, the murderer had already pretended to be the deceased to approach Yun'er, but no clues were found. It can be seen that the murderer observed the deceased's every move in the Spring Festival Courtyard, and he had a strong ability to imitate. The murderer belongs to the disguise learning type, there is no difference between ordinary people during the period of not committing crimes, he is good at disguise and imitation, can grasp people's mentality, and the risk of being found in the crime is extremely low. For us, he is the most cunning and intelligent murderer. He fumbled with his hand for the tattered robe, and the words stopped suddenly.

Ye Shi frowned, leaned over to look: inside the placket, a piece of fine white silk was neatly stacked, and after many days of river washing, there was not the slightest wrinkle.

"It's not going to be ......"

"It's the ice cicada silk, and the one I saw in the Yingchun Courtyard a few days ago, the piece wrapped in gold, is from Di Guo." Zuo Sheng said in a deep voice.

"Jian Yan is a luthier, right? How did he have Ice Cicada Silk? Mu Ningjiu was puzzled.

"This is also one of the clues we found in the Spring Festival Courtyard that day." Zuo Sheng paused, and a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes, "However, with the murderer's cunning character, it is impossible for him to be negligent enough to forget to take this important object and fall for it." ”

"If he knew it, and deliberately gave this physical evidence to the deceased, for what?" Shang Jin frowned, puzzled.

"As I said in my previous analysis, this murderer is extremely confident, since he deliberately left this clue. One is that he is confident that he will not be captured by us, and the other is that he ......" He sorted things out one by one, and said lightly: "He used this to show mockery of the deceased, to show that he was superior." ”

"So when he chooses the dead, he's also maximizing the pleasure he wants." Zuo Sheng said.

"If the murderer wanted to use white silk to mock Xiao Jane's lack of money and power, would there be further similar ridicule to Yun'er?" Ye Shi asked suddenly.

Something flashed in Zuo Sheng's mind, he got up suddenly, closed his eyes and said silently: "What is it...... Suddenly, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Mu Ning Jiudao:

"Sister-in-law, I may have to bother you to send me to Yun'er's house."

Mu Ningjiu replied, "No problem. ”

……

"Auntie, I want to see your daughter's room again, is that okay?" Zuo Sheng asked as soon as he entered the door.

"Judge Zuo, please." I haven't seen her for a few days, and she is a lot haggard again, and she points to the inside and says:

"I basically didn't move anything, I just buried Yun'er."

Ye Shi frowned and persuaded: "Auntie, the festival mourns and changes, if the body collapses, Yun'er will also worry under Jiuquan." ”

"Xiao Ye, you are so gentle, very similar to Yun'er's feelings." There were no tears in her bloodshot eyes, only a flash of memory, a blankness.

Ye Shi's heart was sour, and he reached out and hugged her. The touch of her hand was particularly clear, and she secretly wondered: How long has it been since the eldest lady had a good meal? Mu Ningjiu followed Zuo Sheng to the inner room, so many days have passed, and the smell of rotting corpses in the house still lingers, but it becomes more pungent with the lack of air circulation, and it is heavy in the nasal cavity, making it difficult to breathe. Shang Jin covered his nose and took an oil lamp to illuminate the room: there was almost nothing in the dilapidated square inch, and there were more than a dozen cobwebs on the wooden tables and chairs that had not been wiped out for a long time, but even the spiders were gone. Zuo Sheng saw a dirty cloth on the ground at a glance and looked at it for a long time. Seeing this, Mu Ningjiu turned his head and whispered to Shang Jin:

"This seems to be the cloth that was pressed under Yun'er last time, and I thought it was from the eldest lady's shop, but now it seems that it wasn't the murderer?"

"Isn't the murderer here to mock Yun'er? also deliberately spread a layer of cloth on the ground, are you afraid that she will catch a cold? He killed all the people, so it's too contrived to do this, right? Shang Jin frowned and expressed puzzlement. As they spoke, Zuo Sheng had already cut the piece of cloth, fumbled for a while, pulled out a tattered piece of paper, and shook it open to take a look.

Mu Ningjiu glanced at the three big characters on the paper from a long distance: the deed of sale, at the end of a short paragraph of text, stamped with a red seal, it seemed that it had not been damaged in the slightest because of the decomposition of the corpse, and she was shocked.