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Chapter 98 I don’t know if this golden pheasant is complaining about being too milky.

Ye Qing smiled brightly and said with clear eyes:

"It's okay. If you need anything, just let me know."

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

"No one in Huaiyang City can help me with this matter of ghostwriting."

The words of extraordinary confidence made He Wen pause in his action of opening the lotus leaf bag.

Seeing that Ye Qing was not talking nonsense, a rumor appeared in his mind.

He Wen, with a strange expression, asked:

"The strongest gunman in Pinglefang?"

"Brother, congratulations, you have such good eyesight!" Ye Qing gave a thumbs up and praised the other person, but he was also praising himself. He blinked his eyes and said, "I am not talented, but I am!"

hiss!

He Wen gasped, his eyes full of reverence.

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

"Brother Ye, my admiration for you is as endless as flowing water from a mountain!"

"Any tips or secrets?"

"Can you give me some pointers, without asking for a shocking quatrain, just so that I don't make a fool of myself!"

The appearance of He Wen made Ye Qing feel in a daze, and his past life appeared in his mind, the three urgent days of preparing for the college entrance examination day after day.

He was a scumbag in mathematics, and like He Wen, he asked the God of Study how to get a perfect score in mathematics and if he could teach him some tips so that he would have a greater chance of getting the multiple-choice questions right.

At that time, the God of Study said to him with a puzzled face: "Does this simple question need to be covered? Don't you know the answer just by looking at it?"

Then, the God of Learning told him a so-called 'simple technique' that made his head empty, his eyes dull, and he was confused!

Now, being regarded as the god of learning by He Wen, he decided to tear up He Wen's umbrella and pour a basin of water on it. It had to be ice water with ice cubes added.

He had been exposed to the rain back then, and now even if Ye Qian came to ask him for advice, she would have to let him tear up the umbrella, kick it to pieces and throw it away, and let him get out in the rain honestly.

He Wen's sharp eyes instantly caught the flash of a smirk on Ye Qing's face.

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt something bad. He quickly changed his words:

"However, the investigation of the case is important right now. Once I finish the case, I will have to bother Brother Ye when I have free time."

Haha~

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

"Hey~ Brother He is out of town, isn't he?"

"Writing poetry is very simple. After dinner, I will tell you about it. I will make sure that you are enlightened and can speak it well!"

As if he was talking about an insignificant thing, He Wen felt a little sad and looked at Ye Qing with envy and said:

"It's so irritating to see people compare to each other. If I were to write poetry, it would be like drinking water..."

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

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

After eating and drinking enough.

Ye Qing sat on a small wooden chair, looking at the golden pheasants at his feet pecking at the chicken bones that had been specially thrown away, his face full of contentment.

He Wen on the side was rubbing his belly and burping with satisfaction.

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

"I don't know if this golden pheasant is complaining about being too milky."

A sudden 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 Congratulations, Master Ziyuan's testimonial says that he is lying on his right side curled up, with his arms folded, his left fist and right claw."

"Based on this posture, could it be that before Ziyuan's death, he took something in his right hand, and after it was taken away by the murderer, his right hand was not taken back, resulting in this posture?"

He Wen, who instantly suppressed his smile, frowned and thought for a moment, then said with bright eyes:

"It is indeed possible. If you think about it this way, then I think the error in word checking will make sense."

Speaking of which, He Wen, who had stayed up late to compose poems and was mentally exhausted and hadn't slept enough yet, was a little bloated. He raised his hands and rubbed his left and right temples, analyzing each word:

"Aweng told me before that after a person is injured and falls to the ground, he will subconsciously protect the wound and assume a comfortable posture."

"The curling up of Ziyuan's body is a manifestation of self-protection."

"As for Ziyuan Zhenren's wound is under his 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 burned by the fire is extremely painful. Even if the right hand is not turned into a palm and pressed against the wound, it should be clenched into a fist."

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

At the same time, I think of the changes in word checking mentioned by Shadow Guard.

He secretly said: "According to what He Wen said, Mr. Xiao is an experienced operator, and He Wen is also a genius in detective work."

"The fact that the right hand turned into a claw will definitely make the two of them notice something wrong with the body, and think about whether something in Ziyuan's right hand was taken away by the murderer."

"It seems that, as the shadow guard said, there has been a change in the examination of words. The previous record in the file was that the hands formed fists."

then.

Ye Qing once again had strong doubts in his heart: "But when I asked the question casually, He Wen was keenly aware that something was wrong."

"Even if He Wen doesn't know that the word test has been changed, then he and Mr. Xiao Wang will definitely notice if the word test doesn't match up when he chats with Mr. Xiao Wang."

Think of this.

Ye Qing asked pretending to be confused:

"Brother He, according to what you said, Mr. Xiao is an experienced old man. He should be able to detect the problem of his right hand becoming a claw instantly, right?"

When He Wen was asked, his original joy of realizing that the word verification was wrong disappeared. He frowned slowly and said softly:

"You're right. Aweng will definitely notice this difference, but he just said that there is something wrong with Master Ziyuan's lyrics test record."

"In other words, he noticed something was wrong with his right hand becoming a claw, but he didn't tell me."

He Wen's expression became complicated, and his thoughts were racing.

He instantly guessed what Aweng Xiao Wang meant.

Bang!

He Wen stood up suddenly, and the stool under his butt fell down.

He looked at Ye Qing and said anxiously: "You and I should go find the prefect now."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them ran out.

On the way, Ye Qing suddenly looked at He Wen and said, "Your courtyard door is not closed."

He Wen said unconcernedly: "The fence that's half a man high is really full of thieves, and it won't be of any use even if the door is closed."

Ye Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and touched his nose.

If you care, you will be confused, and you have completely forgotten about it.

Huaiyang government office.

Panting, the two men appeared at the door of the prefect's check-in room.

The two looked at each other, adjusted their clothes, took a deep breath, and said in unison:

"I wrote a congratulatory message and asked to see the prefect."

"Ye Qing, a subordinate of the torture chamber, would like to see the prefect."

A majestic voice sounded from inside the duty room.

"Come in!"


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