Ye Qing smiled brightly, and said with clear eyes:

"It's okay, if you need it, just let me know."

Then, Ye Qing pointed at himself and said with a smug smile:

"This kind of ghostwriting, no one in Huaiyang City is around me."

The confident and extraordinary words made He Wen pause when he opened the lotus leaf bag.

Seeing Ye Qing's crazy words, a rumor appeared in his mind.

He Wen, who had a somewhat strange expression, asked:

"The strongest gunslinger in Pingle Fang?"

"Brother He, good vision!" Ye Qing gave a thumbs up and praised the other party for praising himself, blinked his eyes and said, "It's not just down, it's down!" ”

Hiss!

He Wen, who gasped, was full of reverence in his eyes.

He casually put the lotus leaf bag on the table, staring at Ye Qing with bright eyes, as if he had met a peerless master, begging the other party to teach him his peerless secrets:

"Brother Ye, my admiration for you is like mountains and flowing water, gushing endlessly!"

"Are there any tips and tricks?"

"Can you point me out a thing or two, don't ask to make a shocking quatrain, can make me not make a fool of me!"

He Wen's appearance made Ye Qing look in a trance, and the three years of intense time in his previous life and preparing for the college entrance examination day after day came to his mind.

He is a scumbag in mathematics, just like He Wen, with a face full of hope to ask Xueshen how to get a perfect score in mathematics, if he can teach him some tricks, so that he has a better chance of getting the multiple-choice questions right.

At that time, Xueshen said to him with a puzzled face: "Does this simple question need to be covered?" Isn't it clear at a glance? ”

Then, Xueshen told him a so-called 'simple technique' that made his head empty, his eyes glazed, and the six gods had no master!

Now, he was regarded by He Wen as a god of learning, so he resolutely chose to tear He Wen's umbrella and splash a basin of water, and it had to be ice water with ice cubes.

He was drenched in the rain back then, even if Ye Qian came to beg him to teach him now, he had to obediently let him tear the umbrella, kick it and throw it away, and honestly drench him in the rain.

The keen He Wen's bright eyes instantly caught a wicked smile flashing on Ye Qing's face.

made his heart chuckle, and suddenly felt bad, he hurriedly changed his words:

"However, the investigation of the case is important now, and when this case is over, I will have to bother Brother Ye in the future."

Hehe~

Ye Qing, who chuckled, directly picked up a piece of braised pork in the lotus leaf bag, and said warmly:

"Eh~ Brother He is outside, isn't he?"

"Writing poems Xiao Daoer, it's very simple, after eating, I'll tell you about it, and I guarantee that you will be empowered and exported!"

As if he was saying something insignificant, He Wen felt a little sad, and looked at Ye Qingdao with envy in his eyes:

"People are more popular than people, if I compose poetry as much as drinking water......"

After a pause, He Wen sighed with emotion: "I can't even think about it!" ”

In the next moment, the two looked at each other and smiled, eating and drinking.

After eating and drinking.

Ye Qing sat on the small wooden chair, watching the golden chicken at his feet pecking at the chicken bones that were specially thrown, his face was full of comfort.

He Wen on the side rubbed his stomach and burped contentedly.

He glanced at the golden pheasant and said with a smile:

"I don't know, this golden chicken, is it too milky."

Sudden cold joke.

Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, and then burst into hearty laughter.

Hahahahaha!

"Brother He, you are so interesting!"

The two chatted for a while.

Ye Qing suddenly asked:

"Brother He, Ziyuan Zhenren's test words are written, he is lying curled up on the right side, with his arms in his arms, his left fist and right paw."

"According to this posture, could it be that before Ziyuan Zhenren died, he took something in his right hand, and after being taken away by the murderer, his right hand was not withdrawn, and it became such a posture?"

He Wen, who instantly restrained his smile, contemplated for a moment, and then said with bright eyes:

"There is indeed such a possibility, if you think about it like this, then I think the place where the word is not right will make sense."

Speaking of which, staying up late to compose poems hurts his nerves, and he hasn't slept enough, so He Wen, who has a little brain distend, raised his hands and rubbed his left and right temples, and analyzed word by word:

"Ah Weng told me before that when a person is injured and falls to the ground, he will subconsciously protect the wound and put on a comfortable posture to keep himself."

"The huddle of Ziyuan's real corpse is a manifestation of self-preservation."

"And Ziyuan Zhenren's wound is under the left rib, his right hand should subconsciously protect the wound."

"What's more, he is still in the Sanqing Palace, which is full of fire."

"Being scorched by the fire is so painful that even if it is not a palm of the right hand and a wound, it should be clenched into a fist."

Ye Qing, who didn't understand these ways, heard He Wen say this, and thought that after he was injured since he was a child, he would indeed subconsciously hide his wounds, or protect them with his hands, and suddenly realized.

At the same time, it is associated with the change of the word test that the shadow guard said.

He said secretly: "According to what He Wen said, Old Man Xiao is an experienced man, and He Wen is also a genius detective. ”

"The flaw that the right hand becomes a claw will inevitably make the two of them notice that something is wrong with the corpse, and think of whether there is something in the right hand of Ziyuan Zhenren that was taken away by the murderer."

"It seems that as the shadow guard said, the test has changed, and what was recorded in the previous file is that the hands are in a fist."

Then.

A strong doubt once again surfaced in Ye Qing's heart: "But when I casually mentioned the question, He Wen was keenly aware that it was wrong. ”

"The word test has been changed, even if He Wen doesn't know, then he chats with the old man Xiao Wang, and if the word test is not correct, the two of them will definitely find out."

Come to think of this.

Ye Qing pretended to be puzzled and asked:

"Brother He, according to what you say, Old Man Xiao is an experienced old man, and the question of his right hand becoming a claw should be able to detect something wrong in an instant, right?"

He Wen, who was asked, was originally overjoyed when he realized that the words were wrong, and his brows slowly furrowed, and he said softly:

"You're right, Ah Weng will definitely notice this abnormality, but he just said that there is something wrong in Ziyuan Zhenren's word test record."

"In other words, he noticed that his right hand was clawed, but he didn't tell me."

He Wen, whose expression was complicated, was full of thoughts.

He instantly guessed what Ah Weng Xiao Wang meant.

When!

He Wen, who got up suddenly, fell down the stool under his buttocks.

He looked at Ye Qing and said eagerly, "You and I will go to the prefect now." ”

After the words fell, the two ran out.

On the way, Ye Qing suddenly looked at He Wen and said, "The courtyard door of your house is not closed." ”

He Wendao, who didn't care about it: "Just that half-human high fence wall, there are really thieves, and it won't be used when the door is closed." ”

Ye Qing, who twitched the corners of his mouth, touched his nose.

Caring is chaotic, completely forgetting about it.

Huaiyang Mansion.

The two panting appeared at the door of the prefect's duty room.

The two glanced at each other, tidied up their clothes, took a deep breath, and said in unison:

"I will write a congratulatory message and ask to see the prefect."

"Ye Qing, the official of the torture room, asks to see the prefect."

A majestic voice sounded from inside the duty room.

"Come in!"