Wen Xiaoyun patted Bian Xiaohe on the shoulder again, "Then thank you, brother Xiaohe."
Bian Xiaohe nodded solemnly, "Leave the news to me. Brother Xiaojun, just wait and see. As soon as there is news, I will come back to report to you."
Wen Xiaoyun thought that she had to go to the execution room archives to further investigate the matter between the mountain bandits and Su Xuexin, so she added, "When there is news later, brother Xiaohe, please don't come to the official's office to find me. I should stay in the execution room tonight.
Process some official documents."
"Okay, then I'll go to the execution room to find you."
Wen Xiaoyun frowned dissatisfied, "There is one last thing that I must tell you, brother Xiaohe."
Bian Xiaohe suddenly felt that Wen Xiaoyun had more important things to ask for his help, so he quickly came closer and listened carefully, "Brother Xiaoyun, if you need anything, just tell me."
Wen Xiaoyun raised her hand and flicked a chestnut between Bian Xiaohe's eyebrows, and said jokingly: "We all say we are brothers, so I give you, you, your title. Next time I hear 'you', I will
It’ll blow your mind!”
Bian Xiaohe covered his forehead and smiled sheepishly, "Okay, next time I'll call you 'you', brother Xiaojun, just play me! I'm a tough head, and I'm not afraid of playing."
Wen Xiaoyun also had no choice but to take Xiaohe away. After sending him out of the official residence with a smile, he also locked the courtyard door and walked towards the execution room.
After all this trouble, it was completely dark outside.
Although there are a few scattered lanterns hanging on the eaves of the cloister not far away, they have no effect at all on this ancient yamen without any light pollution.
In addition, the wind in late autumn was cold and hard, whirling in the air and making a high-pitched whistle, which made Wen Xiaoyun's environment on the road even more dark, terrifying and strange.
Looking at the blurry figures passing by in the corridor not far away, Wen Xiaoyun unconsciously took a breath of air.
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.
Wen Xiaoyun frowned, held her breath, and raised her ears to distinguish carefully. She could indeed hear the footsteps behind her more and more clearly.
Of course Wen Xiaoyun wouldn't think it was a ghost, but who could dare to follow her openly in the yamen?
Could it be the policeman who attacked him before?
Without thinking much, Wen Xiaoyun eliminated that person.
I perfectly applied the modern women's self-defense skills and completely disabled that man's arm. Under normal circumstances, he would have been receiving emergency treatment at this moment.
Will that be someone else who wants to avenge Broken Arm Yang?
Although it is possible, the other party has followed me for a certain number of steps, and she really wants to take revenge, so giving her a sap in this dark corner not only avenges her, but also solves the problem. So it doesn't seem like it.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoyun turned around and walked towards the corridor with better lighting without saying a word.
There is light there and occasionally people pass by, making it the best place to identify the enemy.
Here Wen Xiaoyun secretly took a breath and walked quickly towards the corridor. The scary and mysterious footsteps behind him also walked faster.
The footsteps were neither light nor heavy, but every tight string in Wen Xiaoyun's body was in a stalemate.
Wen Xiaoyun even thought of professional killers coming to pursue him.