Feng Qinghua lowered her head and glanced at the black silk shirt she was wearing, then looked at Zhan Beixiao's, and somehow blurted out: "Our clothes are similar, even the patterns are the same."

After saying that, he saw the man who was reading a book turn his book down, and his dark eyes locked on him, just like before.

Feng Qinghua immediately said: "Aren't you asking about the case? Just ask, there's nothing unclear."

"Sit here." The man said, and then looked at the soft chair next to him.

"No, no need. It's the same when I stand here and report on my work. I should look more professional, haha." Feng Qinghua laughed awkwardly.

"You are a freelancer now, can you be more professional?" Zhan Beixiao said in a deep voice.

"Sit down." Feng Qinghua immediately put on a serious face and sat on the soft chair: "Ask me."

"That ring finger belongs to Zhan Tingfeng."

"Well, I understand, but he shouldn't be the one who killed him," Feng Qinghua said.

"Why?"

"Character issue" Feng Qinghua said solemnly: "Zhan Tingfeng is a proud man of heaven, and the girl he falls in love with must be someone with outstanding appearance and status. According to his emphasis on the throne, he must marry someone who is important to his succession."

Help, not at this juncture

He had a relationship with a folk girl. He took a step back and said that he really fell in love with a folk girl. He could just hide her in a golden house. There is no need to give her a token after the spring breeze and have someone travel thousands of miles to find it. In the end, he killed someone.

Pretending to commit suicide is too roundabout."

"Then how do you know that the ring was given to you and not stolen?"

"According to how much Xiao Ruoshui values ​​the ring, if it was stolen, she shouldn't have carried it with her. Wouldn't it be better to sell it? She then swallowed the ring, indicating that the murderer was related to the ring." Feng Qinghua said.

, and added: "It has to do with men."

Feng Qinghua has been a forensic doctor for many years and has also studied criminal psychology, so she has a keen intuition about such things.

In particular, the traces on Xiao Ruoshui's body and the things she found out were enough for her to guess most things, but now she needed to verify them one by one.

"Since you know that the murderer is a man, then you still keep everyone in the temple?" Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows and looked at her. Although he was asking, his expression clearly showed that he knew the reason why Feng Qinghua did this.

This woman is determined to retaliate, and she really has no mercy at all towards people she doesn't like.

Feng Qinghua imitated his example and raised her eyebrows: "Aren't I just guessing now? What if I guess wrong and the murderer is a woman? Besides, why should I help them clear their name? I just look like that

Like a fool?"

Zhan Beixiao was amused by his expression, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he said softly: "Quia."

Feng Qinghua glared at him: "What am I quibbling about? I'm just a little charlatan. It's Mr. Yan who's being detained. I'm a little person who talks lightly. What can I do?"

That sentence, "There is no way around it," was extremely reasonable.

Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Xiao Xiaozuo? I saw that you were very energetic when you were attacking the prince just now."

He could tell that Yan Ruqing admired her very much and even handed the case over to her for investigation. He was afraid that she would be promoted soon, but Zhan Beixiao was not very happy.

Thinking of this, Zhan Beixiao said quietly: "Go to bed."

Feng Qinghua heard his intention not to ask about the case. She nodded and looked around: "Do you sleep in the inner room or the outer room?"

After saying that, Zhan Beixiao walked directly to the inner room without waiting for him to speak, and said to himself: "The bed here seems to be softer."

After saying that, he turned over and lay down. After saying that, he waved to Zhan Beixiao: "Good night."

Zhan Beixiao frowned, looking at someone with his eyes closed and a calm and unwary expression, he couldn't help but touch his chin, thinking, is he so reassuring?

Some fragmentary pictures flashed in his mind, which gradually became clearer. Zhan Beixiao's eyes darkened. He clicked his tongue and picked up the Buddhist scripture to read again. The page read: "Color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, and color is emptiness."

, Emptiness is form.”

Zhan Beixiao threw the Buddhist scriptures aside with a sneer and ridiculous remarks. If this color is empty, then what is sleeping in it at this moment?

Naturally, Feng Qinghua didn't know what Zhan Beixiao was going through at this moment, and she quickly fell asleep as she despised the Buddhist scriptures.

She didn't sleep peacefully this time. She always felt like there were some little bugs on her face. The bug even stung her lips, which was a little painful.

Feng Qinghua sat up from the bed, touched the corners of her lips, and made a hissing sound.

"The mosquitoes in the mountains are really poisonous, they seem to be swollen." Feng Qinghua lamented.

She caught a glimpse of a set of clothes lying on the bedside, which was similar to the beggar's outfit. Feng Qinghua put it on, put on the mask and walked out. She saw a Buddhist scripture lying on the ground, and it had been stepped on.

Feng Qinghua picked it up, patted it and put it on the bookshelf, then walked out of the room and walked along the road.

The mountain behind Ganye Temple was foggy in the early morning, the air was fresh, and there were still some dewdrops on the branches and leaves. When Feng Qinghua walked by, her clothes got wet.

Standing on a big rock, Feng Qinghuadun felt that her whole body was relaxed and happy, and she couldn't help but stretch.

"Master." At this time, a cute voice sounded from behind Feng Qinghua. Feng Qinghua turned around. The big stone was a little slippery. Feng Qinghua almost fell down and quickly jumped off the big stone.

Looking at Nie Hanxing, who was standing in front of her and holding a sword, Feng Qinghua raised her eyebrows and said, "Why are you here? Are you following me?"

"No, no, no, Master, don't get me wrong, I just happened to see you, so I came over to say hello."

Feng Qinghua was a little confused by what he called "master" on the left and "master on the right". She quickly stopped her and said, "Stop, I haven't taken you as my disciple yet. You are such a tight-lipped master, do you want to take advantage of me?"

"No, senior." Nie Hanxing quickly changed his words.

Feng Qinghua then said: "Don't say you know me in front of others, I'm just a bastard."

"Yes." Nie Hanxing looked at Feng Qinghua with shining eyes, the admiration in his eyes was too obvious.

Seeing that he was still not leaving, Feng Qinghua frowned and said, "Then what are you still standing here for? You have nothing to do?"

Nie Hanxing shook his head first, and then nodded immediately: "I came here this time to pray for my mother. I have nothing to do for the time being. If you need my help in any way, senior, just ask."

Feng Qinghua originally wanted to say no, but seeing the hopeful look on his face, she had no choice but to swallow her words.

"There's something here. Please help me do it. Come over here."
Chapter completed!