Something in those bright, light eyes quietly infected Boyi.
He remembered what Yu Qiansi said when he first met Yu Anning.
Suddenly he had an idea and blurted out: "Fifteen years ago, all the streets in the capital were paved with bluestone slabs."
Fifteen years ago, for the construction of Daxiangguo Temple, many extra bluestone slabs were used to pave the way.
Therefore, Yu Qiansi could infer where Yu Anning had been after entering Beijing based on the muddy water on her skirt.
What's more, it didn't rain on the day of the Flower Festival, let alone such thick black mud?
Yu Qiansi on the side raised her eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised by Boyi's candid words.
By stating so bluntly what happened in the capital fifteen years ago, was he telling himself clearly that he had something to do with the capital in the past?
Their eyes met, and Boyi smiled frankly, looking like a scoundrel who said, "I won't pretend anymore."
Yu Qiansi laughed, her eyes like lotuses, fell on Liu Xiaoxing's body, and another deep pool formed.
Looking at the traces of black mud in her hands, I couldn't help but wonder: What is she doing hiding in a place like this?
When it was late at night and tired, Boyi couldn't bear to see Yu Qiansi frowning and forcing herself to think.
He scraped off some mud from the soles of the corpse's feet, wrapped it in his own handkerchief, went up to it and smelled it. He was a little disappointed, but there was no smell at all.
In other words, the smell here is all corpse odor, and there is no other smell.
Yu Qiansi was a little helpless: "What do you expect to smell?"
It had been so long, and in this room full of corpses, what could be smelled would indicate a ghost? Did he really think he was a canine with a sensitive sense of smell?
But it was a joke, so she took the handkerchief wrapped in mud from Boyi's hand and put it into her arms.
The remaining candles were about to expire, and at some point, the wind and rain quietly retreated. A bit of gray and pale light came out of the window, like an exhausted victor's army.
It turned out to be a good harvest tonight, thanks to Zhang Yilun.
Seeing that Zhang Yilun also looked tired, Yu Qiansi said: "It's getting late, go and have a rest. I'll fill in the autopsy grid when you wake up and send it over when you have time. Don't be in a hurry."
Zhang Yilun nodded listlessly to the two of them, stretched, and headed towards the backyard room, not forgetting to touch another candy and throw it into his mouth.
Boyi rubbed his forehead. He understood why the people in charge of the punishment department wanted to restrict Zhang Yilun from eating sweets. After just one night, the small bag of candy had bottomed out. If he didn't control it more, it would be even more exaggerated.
The eyes without a smile were not very focused. At this moment, Boyi felt a little familiar. He looked like the alienated, cold, thin young man he had met for the first time.
Yu Qiansi and Boyi closed the door of Yizhuang. Standing on the street in the dim light of morning, surrounded by fresh air, they felt sleepy.
Yu Qiansi closed her eyes, feeling dazed for a moment.
Seeing the two shadows cast by her eyes, Boyi frowned and asked, "Why don't you take a rest first?"
Yu Qiansi pinched her brows, leaving two faint crescent marks on her forehead, which were wrapped in pink clusters around them, making them look somewhat vivid.
"After a hard night, I'll treat you to a snack."
His eyebrows were curved, as if there was nothing wrong with his words.
Boyi pursed his lips, tugged at the corners of his sleeves, and asked, "Are you going to eat snacks like this?"
The two of them had just come out of Yizhuang and had spent the night with a bunch of dead people. If they went to eat snacks like this, they would probably be thrown out as a troublemaker.
There is some truth to it. Yu Qiansi looked down at his own dress and thought about it for a long time. It was indeed inconvenient to wear this red dress embroidered with eagles.
"Then I'll meet you at the gate of the Criminal Division in half an hour."
More than half an hour later, when Boyi followed Yu Qiansi to Dunhuafang, half asleep and half awake, he finally understood the purpose of this "snack".
Weakly said: "I thought you really wanted to treat me to dinner."
Yu Qiansi on the side is currently wearing a red and white round-neck robe, with golden flowing cloud patterns crisscrossing criss-cross. Her hair is tied up high as usual, and she has a delicate small dagger in the shape of a jade sheath and bamboo knot around her waist, which is full of charm.
The eleven look like the daughter of a noble family sneaking out to have fun, which attracts attention.
She nodded very sincerely: "I sincerely invite you to have breakfast."
Boyi looked helpless, but the warmth in his eyes was quietly revealed, but it still couldn't cover up the shadow that had taken root in his eyes since last night.
He naturally understood that she had kept him by her side in everything since yesterday, probably because she was worried that he would be in danger if he left her. He also understood that if she did not fully trust her, she would not let him participate in this case.
But how much of this trust is true or false, and for whom is it for?
The two chose a food stall that looked very lively, ordered two buns, and tasted them slowly.
The location of this stall is not far from Xinghua Lane, where Liu Xiaoxing's home is. There are medical clinics on both sides. The morning bustle is in the ascendant, mixed with the steaming pot gas, and bustling with people.
Sure enough, after three or two mouthfuls of delicious food, their whole body felt warm, and they heard what they wanted to hear without any effort.
"...Oh! I heard that it was a murder of love!"
The exaggerated tone carried the weight of whispers, but was deliberately raised at key points, passing through the misty white steam and drifting into the ears of the two of them.
The high-pitched voice continued: "That girl, she really likes the scholar from the Qian family. Unfortunately, she is too ugly. She was angry that the scholar from the Qian family and the girl from the Zhao family were in love, so she turned into a evil ghost.
Kill them too!"
An old voice expressed dissent: "But, how did I hear that the scholar from the Qian family took special care of the ugly girl? Could it be that he is stepping on both sides of the aisle?"
"Ouch!" The high-pitched voice just now interrupted quickly: "Uncle Zhang family, have you never seen that Liu family girl? If you had seen her, you would definitely not say such ridiculous words.
Come!"
This is saying that Liu Xiaoxing is ugly.
Yu Qiansi squinted her eyes, trying to recall the face she saw last night through the steam of the hot soup in front of her, but to no avail.
Half a month has passed, and the body has already changed its appearance, and nothing can be seen clearly.
While feeling regretful, he took another sip of hot soup.
Boyi, who was eating silently at the side, turned pale.
These words also brought back memories of last night. Just now, he thought the hot soup was salty and delicious, but now he just felt his stomach churn. Seeing Yu Qiansi eating with gusto, he became even more angry.
He threw away his chopsticks, clasped his hands in his fists, and said nothing.
The conversation on the other side became even more heated. Someone passed by holding bamboo strips covered with herbs and joined in the chat.
"Huh, I don't think that young boy from the Qian family is a good person. He can't read well all day long, he doesn't know how to go out to work, and he still has trouble with these girls' families. I heard Old Yuan from Xinghua Lane say that
, the day they found the body, the young man’s head was placed right in front of the Weaver Girl Temple, as if it was some kind of magic..."
Weaver Girl Temple?
In today's situation where everyone is worshiping the Buddha, it is rare to hear that there is a Weaver Girl Temple in the capital.
Yu Qiansi and Boyi looked at each other, both thinking of Liu Xiaoxing's superb embroidery skills.