The night before, the prison of the Criminal Department.

In the dark dungeon, only a faint moonlight casts in. Cobwebs in the corners of the walls are knotted and dust accumulates on the ground, accompanied by the sound of squeaky rats scurrying. The cells in this area are rarely locked up, and occasionally there are too many people, and it is only when other areas are filled that people are brought here. The cells here are not very strong, and they are held by petty inmates who can be re-released after a few years at most.

Those who behave well, or have a little savings at home, will not even be able to regain their freedom in a few days.

But there are unusually many people in the cell today.

Because in addition to the prisoners, there are also many people in black. All the prisoners had their hands and feet tied, their mouths gagged with cloths, and they could not speak. All that could be said was a whimpering cry for help.

But who can hear it?

More than a dozen men in black opened the dark hole in the cell, and then moved out a box of gunpowder inside.

This gunpowder was specially buried by their master before entering the Zongren Mansion, originally thinking that one day he would light it himself, but he didn't expect it to be lit yet, and he was first beaten into the Eternal Zongren Mansion.

Now, the only way to do this is to call someone to move out of this box of gunpowder.

More than a dozen men in black threw the gunpowder in the box everywhere on the ground, and even worse, directly on the prisoner's face.

The prisoners in the prison are all light criminals, the youngest is eleven or twelve years old, and the oldest is in their fifties.

These people are obviously going to blow them up!

"Woo-woo-"

"Woo-woo-" The prisoners' eyes were red, and they couldn't stop crying, frantically asking for help from the people in front of them who were trying to kill them.

Among the dozen or so people in black, there were occasionally a few kinder ones, and when they saw this, they could only sigh.

One of the men in black muttered, "There is a debtor who has been wronged, you go to the underworld, don't settle accounts with us." ”

"If you want to find it, find the one who is high......"

In the middle of the night, he was interrupted by another person.

"It's almost, let's go."

The men in black walked out of the cell where the petty offenders were held and slammed the door shut. A long gunpowder lead was placed on the floor. From the prison door, to the prison, to the prisoners who are bound.

In the middle of the night, fires were splashed and accompanied by a desolate howl.

The explosives blew up the restraints on their bodies and mouths, and also blew up everything.

……

Shen Yingying was released from prison, because it only took one day to solve the gunpowder case of the Criminal Department.

But Shen Yingying's heart was still sullen and she couldn't express her emotions.

She knew who the murderer was, and the ministers of the Criminal Department also knew. Even the fifth son of the current saint, Gu Yangjing, the governor of the two factories who supervised the hundred officials, also knew.

But they can't get the truth.

Just because that man is a prince, one of the most beloved sons of the Holy God today. If you want to be convicted, you can only wait for His Majesty's southern tour to come and then decide.

When Shen Yingying was released from prison, she was greeted by her father, Shen Wuhe.

On a sunny afternoon, Shen Wuhe held a bouquet of flowers and looked at the gate of the prison of the Criminal Department with tears in his eyes.

When the iron prison door slowly opened, Shen Yingying happened to meet her father's eyes.

"Girl!" Shen Wuhe opened his arms and hugged Shen Yingying.

Then, Shen Yingying flashed by.

"I thank you for coming to see me, you came a little late, and I fell to the ground." Shen Yingying smiled.

Shen Wuhe waved his hand when he heard this, "Girl, who am I talking about, I am Shen Wuhe, a master of metaphysics!" Already figured out, you will definitely be able to turn evil into good fortune this time, and turn danger into disaster! ”

Shen Yingying snorted coldly, "Shen Wuhe, you still play with me after all the crossings, just your fortune-telling technique called a three-legged cat, what can you calculate." ”

Shen Wuhe smiled, "Girl, what you said, you are talented, Daddy, I am erudite, if you don't have my education, you can't have today's achievements!" ”

What Shen Wuhe said was the truth.

Shen Yingying and Shen Wuhe depend on each other in the 21st century, Shen Wuhe was born in a Xuanmen family, knows Qimen Dunjia, all kinds of mysteries, but the talent is too poor, and he is still a god stick after learning mystics for many years.

And Shen Yingying, a gifted genius, has no teacher for Xuanlu, and has a sixth sense when she is born. Shen Wuhe taught Shen Yingying what he had learned all his life, achieved Shen Yingying, and also achieved himself, and mixed up the name of "Master of Metaphysics - Her Father" in the 21st century.

"Girl, have you read the "Self-Help Guide" written by Daddy? It's the culmination of my 40 years......"

Shen Wuhe hadn't finished bragging yet, and Shen Yingying said coldly, "Throw it away." ”

Shen Wuhe: "......"

Immediately, a middle-aged man in his forties, standing up to the sky, began to cry.

"That's the culmination of 40 years......"

"This method of escaping the earth, you can think of it, your book, the tattered ones hate to occupy space." Shen Yingying said, took the bouquet in her father's hand, and then sneezed.

"I'll go, why does this flower smell so rushed!"

"His Royal Highness personally picked it for you. He said that the lotus flower has the meaning of mercy and expresses his love for you. ”

"......" Shen Yingying shuddered, and then threw the bouquet of lotus flowers into the non-recyclable trash can on the cuffs of the fourth dimension.

Seeing Shen Yingying's disgusted face, Shen Wuhe sighed, "Dad, I know that you are dissatisfied with His Second Highness, but he is my father's top boss, why don't you go and meet him for the sake of my father's face?" ”

Shen Wuhe was appointed in the Imperial Court of the Three Grades and the Right Capital of the Imperial History. And the second son of the current saint, Gu Xingchen, is in the Imperial Palace, and he is half a level higher than Shen Wuhe. And because he is the current prince, the Metropolitan Procuratorate is actually the second prince's henchman.

Just like the fifth prince Gu Yangjing is in the East and West Factory, and the third prince Gu Nantian is in Dali Temple. Daikin is a dynasty with many murders, and the princes of Dajin are all working in departments related to the investigation of cases.

The saint once said that the prince with the highest rate of filing, solving, and closing cases is the future prince.

It is worth mentioning that the prince with the highest rate of three cases is Gu Yangjing. However, he has lacked roots since he was a child, and although everyone is curious, they dare not ask.

Shen Yingying thought for a while and said, "The second prince is not going to get married, why are you looking for me." ”

"His future wife, the second imperial concubine, is missing."

“……”

Gu Xingchen, the second prince and I, have had a little ambiguous period.

Although there is no formal relationship, with the subtlety of the ancients, we can be regarded as having emotional entanglements no matter what.

What's it called now? The current girlfriend of the former ambiguous object disappeared, so the former ambiguous object found me......

The second prince's operation, don't you think that the second princess was lost by me, right?!