From a public perspective, both the cases of Yu Pingting and the Bai family have been concluded. As the leader of the Eight Gates, Fu Mingrui has more important cases to investigate.
If this case had been brought up under normal circumstances, it would not even have entered their Eight Gates. If it had not been for Bai Zhankui's strange death, the case would have been closed that night and thrown into the dusty file, and would not have attracted Fu Mingrui's attention again.
But personally, these two short days made him have an unprecedented strong desire to uncover the truth about this case.
"Mingrui, what are you going to do next?" Duanmu Qingchen came in curiously, his peach blossom eyes rolling around, and began to walk around Fu Mingrui, "You have also revealed the secrets of Yu Pingting. This case is not a criminal case, nor is it a serious case. Now there is neither a body nor a murderer, because they are all dead. How are you going to judge her?" Duanmu Qingchen turned in front of Fu Mingrui and winked at him.
Fu Mingrui frowned and thought deeply. Is this case closed? Yu Pingting wanted to use him to tell the truth, and he couldn't let her down.
The victims of this case are Yu Pingting and Ya'er. But now, how can this case be tried with only seven embroidery needles? Because the murderer who hurt Ya'er is also dead.
"Wait a minute." Fu Mingrui pushed Duanmu Qingchen away and walked towards the yard.
Duanmu Qingchen raised his eyebrows a little puzzled, but saw Fu Mingrui walk towards the ladder by the wall of the yard and climb up!
Is this... climbing a wall
Fu Mingrui asked everyone not to move the ladder, as he had a feeling it would be very useful in the future.
Duanmu Qingchen saw Fu Mingrui climbing the wall and immediately thought it was fun, as he loved climbing walls the most. He jumped out without hesitation and stood under Fu Mingrui's ladder.
Fu Mingrui climbed onto the beam and looked down. As expected, Lian Youyou was lying lazily on the recliner and basking in the sun just like yesterday. However, there was another recliner next to her today, and on it was the sleeping Lin Tingjun.
He saw Lin Tingjun frowning slightly. He was always inseparable from Lian Youyou.
"Miss Lian." He called softly.
Lin Tingjun, who was sleeping soundly, frowned slightly. Is this Fu Mingrui addicted to climbing walls
Lian Youyou raised her eyebrows slightly under the book, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up. She moved the book away, revealing her charming eyes. She glanced at the beams and saw Fu Mingrui, who became shy because of looking at her: "Hey, Master Fu, do you miss me when you don't see me for a day?"
Lian Youyou's words made Fu Mingrui's face even redder.
Lin Tingjun pursed his lips and frowned, his face showing displeasure. He turned over and faced Lian Youyou, his eyes opened, but he stared at Lian Youyou's profile under the page gloomily.
Lian smiled and moved the pages of the book, covering Fu Mingrui's face on the beam, which was as red as a peach in March.
Duanmu Qingchen climbed up and walked onto the beam. When he saw Lian Youyou and their yard, he suddenly realized, "What a beautiful view! Mingrui, so this is why you climbed the wall!"
When Fu Mingrui heard Duanmu Qingchen's words, he turned his face away.
Duanmu Qingchen excitedly walked carefully to the eaves and waved to Lian Youyou: "Youyou! Youyou!"
Lian Youyou's eyebrows twitched, and under Lin Tingjun's gloomy gaze, she said: "Stop shouting, I'm not deaf."
Duanmu Qingchen laughed, hooked Fu Mingrui's shoulders, and raised his eyebrows in a nonchalant manner: "I just like that Youyou doesn't treat me as a prince. Mingrui, I envy you so much. You can see Youyou just by climbing a wall."
“Stop it.” Fu Mingrui pulled Duanmu Qingchen’s hand away, calmed himself down, and looked at Lian Youyou who was reading leisurely below. “Miss Lian, the girl’s matter has been investigated, and the truth about Yu Pingting’s suicide has also been revealed. The case… should be closed, but… in my heart, I always feel that this is not Yu Pingting’s final request. I, I don’t know what to say. I want to bother Miss Lian again and ask her to give me some hints.” Fu Mingrui bowed humbly. Lian Youyou always cleared his doubts and pointed out the direction for him when he was most confused.
Lian Youyou was silent for a moment under the book page. When she took the page, her face was unusually solemn and heavy: "Fu Mingrui, you always thought that Yu Pingting wanted to tell you something and wanted you to redress her injustice."
Fu Mingrui showed a hint of doubt. Could it be that Lian Youyou's words meant that Yu Pingting did not want to seek justice from him and wanted him to find out the truth about her suicide
Duanmu Qingchen widened his peach blossom eyes and looked at Lian Youyou seriously. When Youyou opened her mouth, every word would be precious, so he had to listen carefully.
Lian Youyou stared at Fu Mingrui solemnly and asked in a deep voice, "Is she telling you? Is she telling you?!" Lian Youyou asked two questions in a row, "She wants to use her life experience to tell the world, tell the infatuated women like her, so that they will not repeat her tragedy! She is asking you, Master Fu Mingrui, to save more women!"
Fu Mingrui stood on the beam in a daze. He didn't expect that Yu Pingting was not complaining to him or making demands, but entrusting him with such an important task!
His expression became solemn and his eyes were no longer confused. He regained his usual calmness and determination: "I know what to do!"
He turned and strode back to the beams above the eight doors: "Everyone listen!"
The yamen runners who were walking back and forth in the yard stopped immediately and looked up at Fu Mingrui, who was standing tall under the blue sky with great righteousness.
Fu Mingrui said in a sonorous voice with the sun overhead, "Tomorrow, we will interrogate a coffin. Everyone! Must play their role well in this interrogation?!"
Everyone was stunned and looked at each other. What did the adults mean by "play your role well"
"Acting?" Duanmu Qingchen clapped his hands in admiration. "Great! I like it."
Lian Youyou, who was lying on the recliner, was also surprised when she heard Fu Mingrui's loud voice. She didn't expect that Fu Mingrui would interrogate a dead person.
A gratified smile appeared on her face. For the first time, she admired Fu Mingrui from the bottom of her heart. Yu Pingting had entrusted the wrong person. Moreover, Yu Pingting was a ghost and Fu Mingrui was a human. Yu Pingting had never asked for anything, and Fu Mingrui had no obligation to do so. Humans and ghosts were different, and each followed his own path.
Yu Pingting was just seeking revenge for herself, but Fu Mingrui's pursuit of the truth gradually made the truth surface, and the whole thing became a cry and a battle. It was Fu Mingrui's persistence that gave Yu Pingting's death an extraordinary significance in the history of the Qian Dynasty.
It was Fu Mingrui who made sure that Yu Pingting’s death was not in vain.
Lian Youyou felt the cold gaze on her face. She turned her head from under the book and looked at Lin Tingjun with a smile: "Have you slept enough? Where is the painting I want?"
Lin Tingjun stared at her for a moment, then turned over again, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Lian Youyou smiled mischievously, glanced charmingly at Lin Tingjun's back as he pretended to sleep, and then turned back to the story in her hand. (To be continued)