The carriage swayed through the bustling Beijing streets, Mu Zhiming's face was very bad, and he lightly pinched his eyebrows with one hand.
"Master, are you alright?" Wen Heyin asked worriedly. When he entered the wing to look for Mu Zhiming, he saw Mu Zhiming, who was supposed to have a lunch break, sitting on the bed, panting softly, with cold sweat all over his forehead. Not sure what happened. "It's fine." Mu Zhiming smiled reluctantly and closed his eyes. But as soon as he closed his eyes, what he had dreamed about during his lunch break came into view.
He dreamed that he was walking on the road of exile where the snow was piercing to the bone, with disheveled hair and shackles on his shoulders.
Every time he took a step, he saw a person, first the father who was cut in the waist, then the mother who was purple from the cold, and the miner who fell in a pool of blood with a big belly. . . .
Finally, Wen Heyin.
A Yin was disheveled, covered in bruises and whiplashes. Standing in the snow, he first said over and over again, "Master, I'm going to find someone to save you, and I'll definitely find it."
Later, he started to cry: "Master, I'm in so much pain, my body is so painful."
Mu Zhiming woke up from the nightmare covered in sweat, heard the door of the room being gently pushed open, and Wen Heyin walked in from the outside, and was shocked when he saw his appearance: "Master, what are you doing? What's wrong?"
"Ayin." Mu Zhiming called him in a trembling voice.
Wen Heyin walked to the bedside, and Mu Zhiming quickly grabbed his wrist and held it tightly in his hand. The touch of his skin was warm and real, which made Mu Zhiming gradually calm down. "Master."
Wen Heyin's face was embarrassed, "I don't..."
"Okay, okay." Mu Zhiming couldn't help laughing, "I know you don't like me, go and bring me a glass of water."
"Oh." Wen Heyin quickly poured a glass of warm water for Mu Zhiming, Mu Zhiming drank it whole, took a long sigh of relief, and asked, "You entered my wing, but you are looking for me?"
"Ah, yes." Wen Heyin then remembered the purpose of her coming.
The corpse of an unnamed female with a very tragic death was found in Jingzhao Mansion yesterday.
The front from the waist up was burnt, making it impossible to see the face, while the back had bruises and whiplashes.
It is in line with the state of death described by Mu Zhiming and Pei Hantang before.
Wen Heyin was curious: "Master, how did you know such a corpse would appear?"
Mu Zhiming looked at him with a very soft voice: "If I say I guessed it, would you believe it?"
Wen Heyin: "Believe it, I will believe whatever you say."
Mu Zhiming smiled.
He really guessed.
Mu Zhiming knew why each of his close relatives died in his previous life, except for Wen Heyin. In the previous life, Wen Heyin said that she was going to find someone for help. After she left, she disappeared for two days and two nights.
But I haven't seen each other for two days, just two days, heaven and man are forever separated.
Mu Zhiming guessed that there were two reasons why the murderer dared to be so arrogant and bold. First, seeing that the Mu family was down and out, and his little guards would definitely be unconcerned. Second, the murderer was a habitual offender, and A Yin was definitely not the first to die tragically here. man in his hand.
So when he saw Pei Hantang, the young Yin of Jingzhao Mansion, Mu Zhiming asked about it when he thought that he was in charge of criminal cases in the capital.
What Mu Zhiming didn't expect was that the clues came so quickly.
But it's also good, Wen Heyin's death in his previous life has always been a poisonous thorn deeply rooted in Mu Zhiming's heart. If he can take this opportunity to get to the bottom of it, he will no longer have nightmares so frequently in the future.
The carriage drove to the gate of the Jingzhao mansion, and Pei Hantang came to greet him. After he bowed, he invited Mu Zhiming into the yamen: "Mr. Mu, I didn't expect that what you asked about really happened. If I didn't trust you, I really wanted to doubt it. Does this have anything to do with you?"
"What did you say?" Before Mu Zhiming spoke, Wen Heyin jumped out and said angrily, "If this matter really has something to do with my young master, will he take the initiative to ask you about it? Wouldn't he just throw himself in the net?"
Pei Hantang said with a smile: "Little thing, I'm just joking, why are you so anxious to protect the Lord?" Then he looked at Mu Zhiming: "It's my mouth that doesn't stop me, don't blame Master Mu."
Mu Zhiming bowed in return: "I also have to thank Sir Pei for being willing to tell me about this. I wonder what happened to the female corpse?"
Pei Hantang said: "The body was found in a dry well in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city. No one goes to that desolate and dilapidated place on weekdays. Fortunately, a wandering monk passing through the capital rested in the temple.
Mu Zhiming listened and nodded thoughtfully.
"Zuo Zuo is still examining the body, and now we are at a loss and have no clues." Pei Hantang looked at Mu Zhiming, "Mr. Mu, since you don't know if a murder will happen, is there anything else you can tell me?"
Mu Zhiming shook his head: "I don't know more than you do."
"Yes"
Pei Hantang thought he would know something from Mu Zhiming, but he couldn't help but be disappointed when he heard this answer.
"Lord Pei." Mu Zhiming clasped his fists and said sternly, "I have something I want to ask Lord Pei boldly. Excuse me, can I investigate this case with you, because who the real murderer is is very important to me, I will not disturb Master Pei, and I will help him."
Pei Hantang looked at Mu Zhiming suspiciously, he really couldn't understand how he, a child with a hairpin, would be interested in such ominous things, he thought for a moment and said, "Mr. , it is extremely inappropriate to allow others to intervene in the case.”
Hearing this, Mu Zhiming suddenly showed frustration, but Pei Hantang said: But, this little guard behind Mr. Mu has made great contributions to the capture of the thief in Jingzhao Mansion. He has great martial arts. I believe this case has With his help, it must be like divine help, and he is the guard of the Mu Da people, so on weekdays, the guard will naturally be by the master's side.
Mu Zhiming's eyes lit up, he understood what Pei Hantang meant, and hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed in gratitude.
"No, no." Pei Hantang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it. "The death of the female corpse is complicated. I'm afraid it will be difficult to make a conclusion today. Master Mu will come back tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay, let's say goodbye first." Mu Zhiming said goodbye and left with Wen Heyin
In the early morning of the next day, Qinglu dyed the phoenix trees, and at this hour, the Gu Mansion became lively. Gu Heyan was having breakfast in the wing room when Pei Hantang pushed open the door and walked into the room excitedly: "Yuyi, guess who I was with yesterday?"
Gu Heyan couldn't lift his spirits, and said lightly, "Who?"
Pei Hantang pulled over a round wooden bench and sat down opposite Gu Heyan, leaning his elbows on the table and winking: "The prince of the Duke of Yan, who you are thinking of in your heart, is polite. The minister minister, Mu Zhiming."
Gu Heyan:…