116 How Did Your Mother Be Missed by His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince?
Who is that, who is that!
The harder Nangong Baiye thought about it, the less he could remember it. He suddenly woke up from the bed, his long chestnut hair was wet with sweat, and it felt uncomfortable sticking behind his ears.
Boom, boom, boom!
The knock on the door came quickly and urgently.
Nangong Baiye didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, so he put on his shoes and opened the door.
A young eunuch stood outside, hurriedly saying: "Miss Bai Ye, something happened!"
"Don't be impatient. Speak slowly." Nangong Baiye pressed her aching temple and walked back. She didn't think going out like this would solve the problem.
The little eunuch rubbed his face: "Someone died, and His Highness asked me to run over and inform you."
When a person dies, he doesn't come to the Yamen, but comes to her?
Nangong Baiye frowned, collected his thoughts, and followed.
It turns out that besides the dead people there, there was also Nangong Hongyan who had been hit hard.
The injuries on her body had been treated, her head was wrapped in a white cloth, her face was very pale, and her long hair hung down and hit her legs.
She didn't say anything when others asked her anything.
Nangong Baiye walked over and felt that his temples hurt even more. What on earth was going on?
"Are you here?" Bei Mingxun stood there with fluttering clothes, and the elegance on his face was a little tired because of the murder.
Nangong Baiye didn't waste any time: "Where's the body? Why did you call me over?"
"Because dead people are a bit strange." Bei Mingxun pressed his eyebrows and looked at her with a deep look: "Follow me."
Nangong Baiye hummed, and after walking only a few steps, he saw a corpse.
Wu Zuo seemed to have just completed the autopsy, and his tone was very firm: "It was suicide."
It was indeed suicide.
An incision like that, so deep, would definitely be suicide.
In fact, the strange thing is not the corpse, but the surroundings of the corpse.
A circle of black mist filled the sky with resentment.
This was the first time Nangong Baiye had seen this phenomenon. He took out his gloves and put them on, squatted down, and carefully observed the corpse.
The hands of the corpse had tiger's mouth, so he should be a man who had been holding a knife for many years.
She is about the same age as Nangong Hongyan, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.
There was no sign of struggle or humiliation before death, and everything seemed peaceful.
Nangong Baiye didn't feel any yin energy at all, but when he got close to the corpse, he felt particularly cold.
The kind of coolness seems to penetrate the heart, leaving nothing behind.
Bei Mingxun also squatted down. This posture made him cough lightly: "Nangong Yuan has been asking for people, and they only discovered that Nangong Hongyan was missing last night."
"Last night..." Nangong Baiye thought for a while: "Wasn't she accompanying His Seventh Prince to enjoy the flowers?"
Bei Mingxun nodded: "It is true that he disappeared in the palace. I don't know why he appeared outside the palace."
Nangong Baiye said nothing, and turned his head to look at Nangong Hongyan's back. There were obvious traces of being dragged on the clothes.
The head was also broken, and it was wrapped with so many cloth bands, so it must have bled a lot.
Missing in the palace...
Could it be that it was Xiao Xizi who attacked her?
She remembered that there was blood on Xiao Xizi's shoes at that time.
The time is almost right.
But what happened next?
Who brought Nangong Hongyan and the deceased together?
Oh.
It's that person.
Nangong Baiye lowered his eyes, this time it seemed different from the last time.
This time, it was a real suicide.
He put a suicide man together with Nangong Hongyan.
What do you want to do?
"You are so young, if there is something you can't think about, you will commit suicide." Bei Mingxun's heavy cough sounded in his ears.
Nangong Baiye was also thinking about this issue, having learned the lesson from last time and becoming familiar with that person's style of doing things.
She immediately wanted to find out why the deceased committed suicide. Is there any hidden secret in this?
The most important thing is, what is the connection between this case and the destruction of the national treasure?
The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.
Just send someone to investigate directly.
The emperor only paid one-third of the deposit. She always started and ended her business in order to avoid being a headless fly like before. Nangong Baiye directly asked for the body and guarded it herself.
This saves trouble. No matter what trouble is caused, whether it is a ghost or a soul, she can detect it immediately, and the deceased will not have any grievances to seek revenge.
The rest will be considered after the official department finds out the details of the deceased.
As for Nangong Hongyan’s suspicion of murder...
Although she disliked the people in Nangongyuan, the fact was the fact. Nangong Hongyan did not kill the person, so there was no need to make a fuss about it.
However, it was a bit difficult to get the corpse into the inn.
Think about it, which inn is willing to accept a corpse? Isn't this obviously a joke?
No matter how much money you give, no matter who the owner is, or how big the owner is, even if the prince comes, this store would rather not open than accept a corpse!
But the inn didn't accept the body, so Nangong Baiye had no choice but to sleep in Yizhuang.
Yizhuang is a scarier place than a cemetery.
Nangong Baiye was afraid that this soul would be so angry that he would gather all the corpses in Yizhuang.
"Brother, let's fake the corpse."
Then those stupid corpses waved their arms: "Okay, let's cheat!"
So, corpse brothers, you just don’t have self-control. If others fool you, it will be over!
She imagined the scene and thought it was funny and cruel.
Her description is not an exaggeration. In fact, the real situation of corpse fraud is not very scary. The relationship between the soul and the corpse is one of fooling and being fooled.
It's more terrifying after the corpses are faked. Those corpses want to turn everyone into like them.
They think they are cuter...
The aesthetics of corpses is a problem!
Nangong Baiye let out a long sigh, Yizhuang was not a good place either.
Where is she going to put this body?
How can we eat well, sleep well, and enjoy ourselves well?
Think and think, think and think, think and think...
Suddenly, Nangong Baiye stood up with a foxtail in his mouth, he had somewhere to go!
That is the safest place in the world.
Not to mention a little wronged soul, even a vampire can still live in peace!
After Nangong Baiye made up her mind, she was ready to take action, but she was worried about Xiaomiao. After thinking about it, she felt that she should leave a letter.
But she couldn't write calligraphy. After struggling for a while, she drew a picture with one stroke of her pen.
She believed that with her son's excellent genetics, he would not be able to understand her paintings.
"What is this!" Nangong Xiaomiao held a tomato in her mouth, poked the paper on the wooden table with her little fingers, tilted her little head, and asked the young master of the Hei family behind her: "Is it a ghost talisman?"
Hei Si glanced at her and asked instead, "How did your mother get noticed by His Highness the Seventh Prince?"
I know nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting...
Nangong Xiaomiao shrugged: "Maybe she thinks she's delicious."
Hei Si instantly thought of what his father usually said to his concubines in the room, and his face darkened like a knife: "Xiao Miao, you are still young, you can't have such unhealthy thoughts!"