"Lord, smoothie!" Chu Yun hurriedly ran back to the yamen, put two portions of milk mung bean smoothie on the table, and then exited the door and closed the door.

Mo Haoning pushed the smoothie in front of Qiao Xiya.

The familiar taste permeated her mouth, and the slightly sweet coldness made Qiao Xiya gradually calm down, she put the files in the order of the crimes, and pointed to the dense handwriting with her slender fingers and said, "Lord Wang, please look, these are all missing cases, and besides, Lord Wang, look here."

Looking at Qiao Xiya's fingers, the expression on Mo Haoning's face gradually solidified, all disappearances were reported two or three or three or five months after the disappearance.

"Look at it again." Qiao Xiya's fingers moved to the place where the handprint was pressed last.

Mo Haoning's already frozen expression was slightly distorted, and he looked at Qiao Xiya inexplicably: "Why are the people who reported the case all business partners, neighbors, why didn't their families report the case?"

"Because none of their families remember having such a person." Ding Yunliang said quietly on the side.

"Don't remember?" Mo Haoning almost took the case, "Parents don't remember their children, mothers don't remember Langjun, children don't remember their fathers? How is this possible! Xiya, you say, is this possible?"

"Possibly." Qiao Xiya's voice trembled slightly, and Mo Haoning was stunned, "Yesterday, what the prince told me personally, Han Ju, was forgotten."

Qiao Xiya's words were like a bolt of lightning, splitting Mo Haoning's brain into a blank space.

Yes, Hanju was forgotten. Everyone in Funing Palace didn't remember such a person, even his father almost forgot.

"Xiya, so this time, what did we encounter?" The uneasy heart made Mo Haoning have to pause many times before finishing his words.

"There are many youkai that eat people's memories, and there are many that can erase people's memories." Qiao Xiya paused, "Eating it is to obtain this person's memory of this world, so that he can transform into a human form and blend into the crowd. Erasure, in general, is to erase the memory of the missing person. The purpose is to prevent people from discovering that the person is gone, or to delay the time of discovery."

"And what did we encounter with the latter?" Mo Haoning understood Qiao Xiya's words, and couldn't help but sweat coldly.

Qiao Xiya ate the last bite of the smoothie with trembling hands and nodded.

"Who is it? Who erased it?" A trace of murderous intent flashed in Mo Haoning's eyes.

"I don't know yet...... Qiao Xiya's eyes dimmed, "Maybe it's necessary to meet the informant later."

"Girl." As soon as Qiao Xiya's words fell, Chunling's voice sounded outside the door.

"Chunling, they're back." Qiao Xiya said to Mo Haoning, and after that, Qiao Xiya ordered Chunling to come into the house and reply.

"Girl." Unexpectedly, there were two people who entered the house. Chunling, white peach.

Bai Tao took two steps forward and knelt in front of Qiao Xiya: "Farewell for a few months, how is everything okay girl?"

"Okay, all right." Qiao Xiya's eyes were a little moist. She pulled up the white peach and touched her rough hand, "It's Qiaofu who has caused you. Chunling, move the stool."

"Don't say that, girl." Bai Tao hurriedly interrupted Qiao Xiya's words, "If it weren't for the girl to return the deed to the slave, how could the slave and maid get rid of their lowly status and have a free body." Bai Tao wiped the tears from her face, "Now the slave maid is also married to a wife, and she opened a small restaurant with him in the west of the city."

"Sit down and have a cup of tea." Chunling brought a stool and placed it beside Bai Tao, and poured another cup of hot tea.

"Thank you, girl." Bai Tao thanked him deeply and sat down on the side of the stool.

"Harm! Look at me, as soon as I am happy, I forget everything. Come on, I've met Prince Hao. This is Lord Ding Yunliang Ding. This is my family's former maid, white peach." Qiao Xiya saw Bai Tao sitting down, and then remembered that there were Mo Haoning and Ding Yunliang sitting next to her, and hurriedly introduced them one by one.

Bai Tao saluted one by one.

"Girl, on the way here, Chunling told the slave maid, you have something to ask the slave maid, you can ask." Bai Tao sat down and straightened the hem of her skirt.

Seeing that Bai Tao didn't talk much nonsense, Qiao Xiya asked directly, "Yun Zhishui has asked you to send him something more than once, right?"

"Yes, many times." Bai Tao nodded, "Every time, he went to our house about three days in advance to order something, at first he just asked for a roast chicken and a pot of wine, and then he asked us to prepare another set of clothes for him these times. Then he asked us to send him to Bi Luo Zhai in three days."

"Book in advance?" Qiao Xiya frowned, it seems that Yun Zhishui knows that he will fall asleep for a long time every time.

"Every time you go, is he awake?" Qiao Xiya asked.

"Not all of them." Bai Tao shook his head and thought, "There were a few times when I went, the door of Biluozhai couldn't be opened, but it was the first time like today."

"What would you do if you couldn't open the door?"

"He said that if he hadn't woken up when I went, he would have asked me to leave my food at the door and go again the next day. If there is no food outside the door, then there is no need to send it again, and if the food outside the door is still there, replace it with a new one and throw away the old one. He will pay us a lot of money for all the expenses. Only this time it was longer, and I went seven times in a row, before I met him come out of the coffin." Speaking of this, Bai Tao couldn't help but feel excited.

"How often does he order roast chicken and wine?"

"Probably once a month." Bai Tao thought for a while and said.

Once a month. Qiao Xiya nodded: "Perhaps...... That's really what makes Yunzhishui different......

"Master Qiao is saying that Yun Zhishui is really just asleep, not dead?" Ding Yunliang obviously couldn't accept Qiao Xiya's conclusion.

"Lord Ding still insists that Yun Zhishui is resurrected from the dead?" Qiao Xiya faintly felt that Ding Yunliang seemed to have some things that he hadn't explained to herself.

"Not to mention that someone witnessed Yun Zhishui's death before, this time alone, it was after the Yamen personally conducted an autopsy to confirm that he was dead, and then notified his family, and also made various burial ceremonies for him, and even took care of the cemetery, and decided to bury him today. Because of what happened before, the humble duty was also afraid that something strange would happen again, so he went to Biluozhai in the morning, but the coffin was just not far from Biluozhai, and the coffin rope was inexplicably broken, and then the coffin smashed to the ground. Ding Yunliang spoke very quickly, as if he was afraid that if he slowed down, he would not be able to speak because he was afraid.

"Did Lord Ding say that he had done an autopsy?" The yamen did an autopsy, which was something Qiao Xiya didn't expect.

"Yes." Ding Yunliang nodded.

"What do you say? What is the cause of death?" Qiao Xiya asked again and again.

"Dead end. When he went away, he said he had been dead for more than three days."