The golden river is full of scorching peach blossoms, and it is inseparable from the light smoke on the river.

The peach blossoms drifted along with the flowing water, covering the river with candlelight.

Under the helm, all the guests in the Jiangyue Painting Boat walked out of the boat to enjoy this rare scene in a century.

Voices are boiling.

In the smoky Peach Blossom River, a beautiful corpse emerges, with water as a coffin and flowers as a burial, almost to cover the unbearableness of death itself.

"What's that?"

"Isn't it human?"

"Corpses! It's a corpse! ”

There was chaos downstairs.

Zheng Junli walked to the carved railing, leaned over to check the situation below, and realized that a murder had occurred.

Zheng Junli turned his head and looked at Jiang Butai, whose face was covered with blood, for fear that she would be misunderstood, so he hurriedly walked to her side, grabbed his sleeves and carefully wiped the blood off her face.

"What about Junnan? You're out looking for Junnan, right? Did you find him? Zheng Junli asked Jiang if it was not too late.

Jiang Feiwan didn't know what was going on, and when he asked, he raised his hand and pointed to Zheng Junnan, who was sleeping in the corner.

Zheng Junli helped Jiang up without a long time, and then turned around and picked up the sleeping child in the corner.

He reached out to probe Zheng Junnan's snort and was relieved to confirm that Zheng Junnan was only asleep.

Zheng Junli pressed one hand against Zheng Junnan's legs, let him lie on his shoulder, and the other hand held Jiang not too late, and then slowly walked towards the helm tower.

Zheng Junnan's long-lived chain around his neck was broken and crumbling.

Jiang Bu slowed down his pace, and slowed down Zheng Junli by an inch.

When the long-life lock fell, Jiang Butai quietly raised his hand and took the long-life lock into his palm.

The longevity lock faded, the gold lock body became silver white, and gradually turned black and yellow, and finally even the original shape was gone. In this way, the longevity lock became a copper three-clear bell with a tongue inside the bell and a long handle like a mountain.

Jiang Butai was dumbfounded.

Is this an obsessive illusion that confuses people's hearts, or is it an obsessive illusion created by people's hearts that conceals the original appearance of the magic weapon?

Half a moment later, the boat docked, and Zheng Ren and Zheng Junli evacuated the guests.

The peach blossoms on the river disappeared, but the corpse remained where it was.

Guests return home. The police arrived in a car.

On the banks of the Golden River, there are only three 'witnesses' left: Zheng Junli, Jiang Buwan and Yang Mingdong.

"Aren't you really going home and resting first?" Zheng Junli asked Jiang if it was not too late.

"You are a policeman, you definitely need witnesses to investigate the case, those guests are gone, so I will stay as a witness." Jiang is not too late to reply.

Because Jiang refused to go home because he was not late, Yang Mingdong laughed again: "You husband and wife, you haven't seen each other for three years, you should be inseparable." ”

Jiang didn't sneer late, he didn't really want to go back to Yang Mingdong. She wanted to stay here simply because she had just smelled the demonic aura and was afraid that they would be in danger while investigating the case.

"Huh." Yang Mingdong saw that Jiang was not too late to ignore him, and felt bored, so he turned his head and said to Zheng Junli: "The water of the Golden River has always been from west to east, and the corpse is probably floating from the side of the Fengyue Painting Boat. But the wind and moon on the river and the banquet and painting boat are the property of Deputy Director Yao's father-in-law's family...... Do you believe that Deputy Director Yao must have come to investigate the banks of the Golden River today? ”

"You want to say that Deputy Director Yao plans to go through the process, and then hastily close the case and block the news, so as not to miss the business." Zheng Junli seemed to know what Yang Mingdong wanted to say next.

"Based on what I know about Deputy Director Yao, he will definitely do this." Yang Mingdong touched his chin and said.

"Then let him take the initiative to hand over the case to us. After all, he certainly didn't want to mess with himself. Zheng Junli said.

Deputy Director Yao didn't know that the corpse was floating from Fengyuefang. He was afraid that he only thought that this murder happened in Jiangyue Painting Boat.

When Yang Mingdong heard this, he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized.

"I'll just say that it's not your style to dismiss all the guests on Jiang Yue's painting boat." Zheng Junli, whom Yang Mingdong knows, is not a policeman who can't even keep witnesses.

"We have so 'obediently' let the Witnesses go, and we are the 'stunned youths' who have just taken office, so it is most appropriate for us to hand over this case to us." While Zheng Junli was talking, an eagle-nosed policeman got out of the car and walked quickly towards this side.

Olecranon nose, exposed nose bone, quasi-sharp head. The policeman had the face of a wicked man.

Jiang Butai guessed that this person was Deputy Director Yao in the mouth of Zheng Junli and Yang Mingdong.

Deputy Director Yao was followed by a few small policemen, and behind a few small policemen was a team of flat-headed people who didn't know what to do.

"Go down and get the body up, don't frighten the guests." Deputy Director Yao beckoned to the team, and Jiang didn't know later that those people were the salvage team brought by Deputy Director Yao.

The salvage team struggled to scoop up the corpse from the river, and stared at the corpse in amazement.

This is a beautiful woman, she has obviously lost her breath, and her body is floating on the surface of the river, but her body is no different from when she was alive.

Generally, it takes three to seven days for a drowned body to surface, and during this time, the body has long been unable to take on human form. And this woman's face is ruddy, even her forehead and sideburns are not messy.

"Officer Zheng, Officer Yang." Seeing this, Deputy Director Yao hurriedly beckoned to Zheng Junli and Yang Mingdong.

"Deputy Director Yao."

"Deputy Director Yao."

The two approached.

"I heard from the report that today is the Zheng family's banquet in Jiangyue Painting Boat." Deputy Director Yao put his hands behind his back and asked Zheng Junli wistfully.

"That's right." Zheng Junli replied.

"The guests on that ship are all acquaintances of your family. Then leave this matter to you and Yang Mingdong to investigate, it will be more convenient. "The people who can enter the Jiangyue painting boat today are all high-ranking nobles, where can they easily go to the police department to record testimony, if it is really so big, can his family still do this painting boat business?

This happened at the Zheng family's banquet, and Zheng Junli definitely didn't want to make a big fuss, so he estimated that he would end the case as an unsolved case if he checked it casually, and he couldn't make it difficult for him. Besides, this corpse is so evil, I'm afraid it's unlucky to get involved.

"Yes." This Deputy Director Yao is in the arms of Zheng Junli.

"It's getting late, you go back early to rest, and it's the same for tomorrow." Deputy Director Yao patted Zheng Junli on the shoulder, then turned around and went back to the car, leaving only a few policemen to collect the body.

"Deputy Director Yao is gone, will we really check again tomorrow?" Yang Mingdong rubbed his hands, as if he couldn't wait to go to the Fengyue Field to investigate the case.

Zheng Junli lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang not too late, and said softly: "There are many people in the Fengyue Painting Boat at night, I'm afraid that no one will have time to confirm the identity of the deceased with us, let's go again tomorrow during the day." ”

"What's the point of going during the day......" Yang Mingdong muttered. I'm afraid it's all an excuse to be afraid of my wife. ”

Jiang didn't get too late to see it. Zheng Junli didn't need her as a witness at all. She was even a stumbling block.

If she had just left, Zheng Junli and Yang Mingdong would have been able to go to the Fengyue Field to investigate the case without any scruples.

"Beware of the trouble that comes out of the mouth." Zheng Junli said helplessly to Yang Mingdong. If they go directly to the Fengyue Painting Boat now, what should Jiang do if it's not too late? Leave her alone on the banks of this dark river? Or take her to the Wind and Moon Painting Boat?

Zheng Junli's car was parked on the shore, and it was a black Nash. Yang Mingdong returned home by himself, and there were only Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli in the car.

At this time, there were no street lights in Jincheng, the masonry was cold, and the headlights of the cars pierced the night, becoming the only warm color. The light of size illuminated the front, and even the surrounding scene was a little clearer.

The streets of Jincheng are mostly gray wall arches Roman buildings, yellow walls and red pillars rest on the top of the mountain, the height is scattered, and the corresponding harmony.

In a trance, the dimly lit river painting boats, the terrifying-looking ghosts, the Nash cars in the twenties and thirties of the last century, and the 'new' buildings that are not in the 21st century Jincheng Republic of China Style Street...... All of them kept circling in Jiang Butai's mind like a marquee.

The car drove into Yuancheng Road and finally stopped in front of a mansion villa. Here high-rise promenade, the forest is sparse, when the breeze blows, the yellow leaves fall, but there is no depression, but it is like a golden paving, which makes people linger and indulge step by step.

Zheng Junli stopped the car, and the two entered the mansion.

Zheng Junli stepped up the stairs, step by step in the light, through the corridor, into the room. Jiang followed behind him without a long time, turning his head from time to time to look at the furnishings in the room.

There is a double bed in the room, covered with a lace satin quilt cover, and a three-dimensional wavy dresser on the side looks like a foreign standard.

Most of the things in this room were women's things, and even the books on the desk in the southwest corner had Jiang Buwan's name written on the cover.

This should be her room.

Zheng Junli walked straight to the southwest corner, and Jiang didn't find out later that there was a small black suitcase in the corner. He half-crouched, flicked open the button, opened the suitcase, and began to pack his luggage.

Yang Mingdong once said that Zheng Junli had not returned from abroad for three years, and today was his first day back in Jincheng, and he was busy going to the Police Department to deal with the report. No wonder I didn't even pack my luggage.

Wait.

Why was Zheng Junli's luggage in her room?

Oh yes. Zheng Junli is her husband. So they're going to sleep in a room today?

Is this dream of a hundred years ago a little too wild?

It can't be that God is not kind to her, and before taking her away, he also gave her a fantasy of a soft intestine tossing and turning thousands of erotic encounters, right?

Even if there is no trace of spring dreams, Jiang is not too late to be afraid.

Zheng Junli was facing Jiang Butai with his back at this time, Jiang Butai only saw his hand movements for a moment, and then was silent for a long time before he said: "I'll pack my luggage, you wash up first." ”

"Hmm...... Good. "Somehow, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The bathroom was connected to the bedroom, and Jiang walked to the bathroom without delay, but his steps became more and more urgent, and in the end it seemed as if he was on the run.

When Jiang Buwan came out of the shower, Zheng Junli was sitting on the desk, holding a green book in his hand and reading carefully.

He had taken off the officer's big-brimmed hat, and the jacket he had taken off was hanging on a red acid hanger beside him, and he was left with only a bloody white shirt on his upper body, and his dry hair was fluffy and sloppy, but he looked handsome.

After he heard Jiang Bu come out late, he got up and stood still, gently placed the green book on the table, and then bent down to pick up the change of clothes placed on the chair, and slowly walked to the bathroom.

Two moments later, Zheng Junli walked out of the bathroom. He was shirtless, his shoulder wound drained open by water, and blood trickled down his collarbone.

That night, the moonlight stole through the cracks in the curtain and fell on the other person's side, reducing the color of his skin.