Qi Yue watched him walk straight into her side and sit down opposite, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"I can't sleep anymore," Chang Yuncheng said.
"Then..." She smiled and sat down, "You're still not used to it. There are so many people in the room."
"I'm not used to it." Chang Yuncheng glanced at her and said.
Qi Yue smiled and said nothing, put the bookmark in the book and closed it.
"I'm not used to it either. I'm also thinking of a way. You should also think about it. We can discuss it..." She thought for a while and said.
Perhaps because of the quiet night, the aura of the man in front of me seemed different from usual.
Calm, peaceful...peaceful?
Qi Yue couldn't help but purse her lips and smile. This word was really strange to use on Chang Yuncheng.
"What are you talking about?" Chang Yuncheng said suddenly without answering her words.
Qi Yue raised her head and watched Chang Yuncheng pick up her quill, looking at it with some curiosity.
"It's for writing." Qi Yue said.
Chang Yuncheng was even more curious.
"Write?" he said, raising his hand and writing on the paper on the table.
"Hey, this is for me to record." Qi Yue said hurriedly.
Chang Yuncheng's words have already been written on that piece of paper.
The atmosphere was slightly stagnant.
"I'm sorry." Chang Yuncheng said suddenly.
"It doesn't matter, you can still write... Uh... what did you say?" Qi Yue laughed casually. Halfway through her words, she realized what Chang Yuncheng had said. She stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes. The candlelight was not bright, but
The face in front of me is indeed the same.
Chang Yuncheng's ears were warmed by her sight, his face sank, and he threw the quill aside.
Qi Yue looked at him and smiled.
"It doesn't matter." she said again.
Chang Yuncheng turned his head and let his eyes fall on the book.
"Don't you know how to do it? Are you still reading this?" he said again.
"There's no end to learning, and I'm really not good at it." Qi Yue said with a smile, while frowning slightly and looking at the man.
He...is chatting with himself?
"If I influence you, I won't watch it now, you..." She smiled and said, stroking her hands.
"My mother and my aunt have a very good relationship. It would be good if you go there more often, and my mother will be happy." Chang Yuncheng said while his eyes stayed on the book.
In fact, whether Mrs. Xie is happy or not has nothing to do with her.
"Oh, okay." Qi Yue nodded and said with a smile.
The two were silent for a while.
"There's no time..." Qi Yue held her hands and said.
Chang Yuncheng also spoke and interrupted her.
"How did you find out that the cause of that girl's death was strange..." he said, looking embarrassed as soon as he spoke.
What kind of topic is this late at night...
Qi Yue was also a little stunned, but quickly regained her composure.
"I am a doctor and I am very familiar with the human body. Moreover, there is a saying that the corpse never lies, it will tell you everything." She said with a smile.
I took an anatomy class and have been exposed to forensic medicine in my daily life, so I have a little understanding of these.
Chang Yuncheng looked at her and smiled.
"That fellow said so too," he said.
Qi Yue was a little surprised but also became interested.
"Really?" She leaned forward, "I kept forgetting to ask, what did the gangster say caused Ah Jin's death?"
After all, it was not a glorious thing. Only Dingxihou and others knew the detailed results of Wu's injury examination that day. For example, Qi Yue and others only needed to know that Ajin was killed.
Chang Yuncheng couldn't help but glance at the dancing candlelight. There was a north wind whistling on the window edge. In the middle of the night, what topic were they talking about...
However, looking at the woman showing interest for the first time in these days...
"They say he put his foot on his throat and suffocated him to death," he said.
"Feet?" Qi Yue asked, a little surprised.
Chang Yuncheng made a slight movement.
"Just like that, by controlling the cane while she was struggling, she put her foot on her throat when no one else was watching," he said.
Qi Yue said.
"It's a shame they figured it out," she said and sighed.
The atmosphere suddenly became depressed.
"Say." Qi Yue raised her head and looked at Chang Yuncheng again, while reaching out and flipping through the books in front of her in a boring way, making a rustling sound, "As for it? Why is she doing this? So sometimes I feel that your
The ideas are quite strange…”
"She always hated my mother," Chang Yuncheng said, "because my grandmother and father originally wanted to marry her."
Qi Yue looked at him.
"My maternal grandfather's family didn't allow it, so she ended up coming in as a concubine," Chang Yuncheng said.
"Why bother, is it true love?" Qi Yue muttered.
"What?" Chang Yuncheng asked, not understanding, and moved forward.
"It's nothing." Qi Yue said with a smile, not wanting to continue this topic. Everyone has their own way of life and world view, and it can't be explained clearly.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Chang Yuncheng's eyes and he sat upright.
Qi Yue glanced at the dripper in the room.
"When..." she opened her mouth again.
"That Wu Zuo..." Chang Yuncheng spoke first again and said, "It's pretty awesome."
"Is he as powerful as Song Ci?" Qi Yue swallowed what she was about to say and asked hurriedly.
"Song Ci?" Chang Yuncheng was puzzled.
"He is a very powerful author. He wrote a book called "Redress of Injustice", which contains a lot of autopsy information. You can tell how the person died from a small wound. It is very powerful." Qi Yue raised his eyebrows slightly.
Young said.
"Really? I haven't seen it." Chang Yuncheng said, "There are also masters among the roosters and dog thieves."
"Why did he become a rooster and a dog robber?" Qi Yue didn't like hearing it and frowned and said, "That's a criminal investigation expert who speaks for the dead."
Late at night...this woman is so brave...
Chang Yuncheng coughed.
"Those people are not just lowly people..." he said.
Qi Yue shrugged, "It's not like the distinction between good and bad scholars, peasants, industrialists, and merchants, etc., damn class concepts."
What you are doing is really your identity...
"But that coffin boy is quite powerful." Chang Yuncheng said.
Qi Yue's eyes lit up.
"Eh? Coffin boy?" she asked loudly.
Chang Yuncheng was startled by her expression, and at the same time he felt a little uncomfortable. Was she only interested when talking about other people?
"He is the child of the guardian of Yizhuang. Everyone calls him Coffin Boy." He said.
Qi Yue exclaimed, "This seems to be the same as Song Ci's origin. Could it be Song Ci in the chaotic time and space?"
This is a very capable person, her eyes are bright, I must meet her if I have the chance.
"Pour some tea." Chang Yuncheng suddenly felt very bad and said.
Qi Yue glanced at him.
"What kind of tea are you still drinking? It's so late, go to bed quickly," she said.
She actually chased herself! Chang Yuncheng's face turned even uglier and he sat still.
"I'm not sleepy." He hummed.
Ouch, Qi Yue looked at him and smiled.
"I'm sleepy." She said, extending her hand to invite you. "Master, if you're not sleepy, you can go sit in your room, or go for a walk. I'm going to sleep."
It was indeed an illusion. There was no trace of peace in the room just now. With Chang Yuncheng's dark face, the atmosphere became tense.
"This is my house, I can be wherever I want." Chang Yuncheng raised his chin and said slowly, regaining his arrogant demeanor.
It's here again, isn't it? Qi Yue looked at him.
"You want to be here now, don't you?" she asked.
Chang Yuncheng picked up the book on the table and read it, then answered her with action.
"Okay, you stay here and I'll sleep over there," Qi Yue said.
You...dare! Chang Yuncheng gritted his teeth but did not raise his head. As expected, the woman picked up the quilt and kicked away. Not long after, she came over with the quilt again, still holding it on him.
"You stinky woman!" Chang Yuncheng shouted angrily, tearing off the quilt covering his head and body.
Qi Yue had already laughed and ran away.
Chang Yuncheng stood up and watched the woman trot into the bedroom and slam the door. Muffled laughter could be heard inside.
"Oh, you fool, such a big bed, such a convenient clean room, and such a warm room, fool won't sleep, I'll enjoy it."
Chang Yuncheng stared at the bedroom over there, a smile slowly appeared on his lips, and his smile grew bigger and bigger.
"This stinky woman..." He whispered, turned around, saw the quilt on the ground, and immediately darkened his face again, "At least I made the bed..."
Aru and Qiuxiang in the yard watched carefully as the lights in the room finally went out and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go." Aru whispered.
The two of them tiptoed into the night watch room.
I finally fell asleep in the quiet night.
But at this moment, in Yizhuang, located outside Fucheng, a dim yellow light was lit, which looked particularly eye-catching in the night when the north wind was blowing. If anyone saw it, they would definitely pee their pants. Of course, such a
No one comes to the place during the day, let alone at night.
The light stopped in front of the door, and a skinny hand suddenly stretched out and knocked on the thin door panel.
The door creaked open, and light poured into the room, reflecting rows of thin-skinned coffins.
A figure suddenly stood over.
Even though the visitor had been here several times, he was still frightened and his hands shook, and the lights were dim and swaying.
"Here, come in, there are good goods today." The figure said.
The clear male voice sounded young.
The visitor took a breath and stepped in. The door was closed and the lights in the room were lit. Everything in the room could be seen clearly.
This is a long and clear room. Except for rows of coffins, there are no coffins. There are only corpses wrapped in wooden boards and broken mats, and then there are straw mats waiting to be placed on the corpses. Even though it is winter, there is still rot in the breath.
of stench.
The visitor withdrew his eyes from the corpses and turned to the innermost place, where there was a long bed with a person lying on it. Of course, there would be no living person lying here, but there was a living person sitting next to it.
He turned his back to the visitor and was busy doing something, making a sniffing sound.
"Wait for me while I finish the noodles." He turned around and said.
It was the person who opened the door just now.
He was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and his features were neat and delicate, but perhaps because of the environment he was in, his face was covered with a coldness.
A stick of noodles hung from the corner of his mouth, and as he spoke, it sucked and wormed its way into his mouth like a wriggling earthworm.
"Doctor Wang, today this person was beaten to death with a stick. Do you want to see what the internal organs of the person who was beaten to death look like?" He grinned, showing his white teeth, and looked at the visitor and said.
The person who came was an old man about fifty years old, with gray beard and hair, wearing a hat and elegant cotton robe. He finally calmed down and suddenly blew out the lamp in his hand.
"Okay, I just wanted to take a look at this, Coffin Boy, thank you very much." He said.*** (To be continued)
