Yu Jun

Chapter 9 Murder
Wu Jinqiang cheered up and went to half-day class. After lunch, when he returned to the study room, his eyelids kept dropping, so he fell asleep at his desk to restore his energy.

People around him came back one after another, and Cheng Ting also came back, chirping with a bird's beak, and the people around kept echoing, the voice floated above Wu Jin's head, illusory and distant.

"Have you heard that a corpse was found in Shuoshui this morning, and it was transported to Yizhuang. The autopsy was done by all the people involved..."

"really?"

"What a rarity is a corpse."

"Listen to me!" Cheng Ting yelled, and kicked again, "Hey, Qi Wenbing, get out!"

Qi Wenbing is a professor of mathematics, and he just reprimanded Cheng Ting this morning.

Wu Jin struggled to open his eyes and took a look, but he didn't see Dao Lang, only Cheng Ting was playing with the big yellow dog that came in to escape the cold.

The big yellow dog still slumped and ignored him, and walked to Wu Jin's feet and lay down.

One person and one dog closed their eyes again, Cheng Ting's mouth was babbling, but he couldn't close it no matter what.

"You will never guess how he died."

"Drowned!"

"Yes, as long as there is water, someone will drown."

Everyone was guessing wildly, and after guessing, Cheng Ting snorted: "If you drown, you can also alarm people inside and outside?"

He lowered his voice: "He made someone into a mule!"

Wu Jin suddenly opened her eyes, but did not move her arms, and listened carefully with her head buried.

"A mule?"

"never heard of that."

"It's for that kind of people... who specialize in the business of gold captives... I heard from the people in the business that his stomach was cut open, all the internal organs were taken out, and the inside was stuffed with copper coins and iron coins. sewn up."

The audience immediately burst into wow.

Wu Jin suddenly remembered Mo Lingfeng's words: "If you use a mule again, I will make you a mule."

He raised his head and asked, "What's the name of the dead man?"

Cheng Ting was frightened, raised his hand and slapped him hard on the shoulder: "Scare the young master, you are cheating!"

"Who is the dead person?" Wu Jin asked again, her eyes were calm, causing Cheng Ting to swallow saliva inexplicably, not daring to look further, he always felt that Wu Jin was a little weird.

"Liu..." He recalled what the boy said, "Liu... is very important, yes, that's the name."

The three words Liu Chengqi rolled in Wu Jin's heart.

"You know him? The one on your shabby street?"

Wu Jin didn't answer, she got up and went out to wash her face.

Cheng Ting scratched his head, asked himself and answered, "This must be because of sleepiness."

Wu Jin was distracted in the afternoon's policy consultation class. The collusion between the government and businessmen, the Mo family, the leaker merchants, and the mules all merged into one and became a secret in his heart. Although he kept silent, he didn't know that the Mo family Believe it or not.

After class, he hid his mind full of worries, returned home, and went to sell cakes after eating something.

The moonlight was like a practice, shining on the snow and ice all over the ground, Wu Jin hawked against the wind, and within half an hour, his face was frozen emerald green.

It was cold, Yuhua Street was also deserted, and the pancakes sold were terrible. Wu Jin was about to change places when she saw Yin Bei coming on horseback, smiling and asking for pancakes.

He ate one in two bites, and said with a smile: "Brother, you must have been an apprentice in a pastry shop. It's like making pastry. It's a pity that it's cold, otherwise it would be more delicious."

Wu Jin nodded: "Yes, Liuwen Youbing."

Yin Bei didn't pay, but looked at the leftover cakes: "It happens that the people in the house want to eat cakes, so you send all the cakes to the house, walk through the southeast corner door, knock on the door, and someone will open it, do you know how to get there?"

Wu Jin loosened his left hand from the cake cage, and the cage cover was pressing on the back of his right hand.

He took a deep breath, pulled out his hand, shook it twice, and then closed the cake cage again: "I know."

Yin Bei didn't seem to notice his gaffe, and still had a smile all over his face: "Then I won't guide you, and go back to the mansion first."

After finishing speaking, he urged his horse to leave, and soon disappeared.

Wu Jin picked up the cake cage on her shoulders, put away the shelves, and walked towards Mo's house step by step.

There is indeed a corner door in the southeast corner of Mo Mansion. Outside the door are two low stone pillars with two toads on them. The vermilion door leaf is closed tightly.

Wu Jin walked up the stone steps and knocked on the door.

The door opened as soon as he knocked, and the person who came out of the shift room looked him up and down, and led him behind the screen wall without waiting for him to explain his purpose.

Although this mansion bears the name of Jiedushi, it is actually the old house of the Mo family in Kuanzhou. It is deep and spacious, with a courtyard on the left and a garden, promenades everywhere, and countless rockery and flowing water.

In the dark night, only the lights flicker and meander away, pointing out a way.

Everywhere he went, there were servants to take over. Wu Jin knew that this was not the way to go to the back kitchen, so she became more and more anxious.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally entered a square courtyard. The white walls on both sides were covered with vines, and the branches were thick. The old piles that were planted in unknown years covered the entire wall like a net.

The wall tiles and flying pots all exuded a sense of old and solemn, and there were servants like clay sculptures and wood carvings standing on the left and right, and even the eyeballs never moved a bit.

There are only two things in the corner of the yard, which make people relax.

A tile dog that can be ridden and played, and a pottery bell next to the vines are all things for children to play with.

The servants asked Wu Jin to take off the cake cage on his shoulders, and led him into the corridor, but they didn't let him in, but asked him to stand outside the door and wait, not shying away from letting him hear the conversation inside.

"If you don't use it in Kuanzhou, don't you use it in other places? If you are so stubborn, you will lose real money!"

After a while, Mo Qianlan's voice came: "I don't like chaos."

"There hasn't been any trouble so far... You didn't say you couldn't use it before, and Miss Mo... isn't that a joke?"

Mo Qianlan sneered from inside the room, and after a long time, Mo Qianlan's low and indifferent voice reached Wu Jin's ears: "What she said is what you must abide by."

There was complete silence inside and outside the house.

After a long time, the people in the room left without taking another look at the dusty Wu Jin.

The servant standing at the door went in to report. After a while, the servant lifted the warm curtain and whispered to Wu Jin, "Please."

As soon as the noren curtains are opened, a gust of warm wind blows from the pavement.

Wu Jin straightened her clothes, stepped in, and saw a man in a soap suit sitting on the chair opposite him. He was about thirty years old, and it was Mo Qianlan, Mo Lingfeng's elder brother.

Wu Jin took a quick glance the previous two times, but after a closer look today, she found that Mo Qianlan also had red phoenix eyes, with a sickly face, as if she was suffering from an old illness.

Wu Jin bowed: "Wu Jin, who was born late, met Jiedushi."

Then he crossed his hands and folded his body, lowered his head slightly, and set his gaze on an inch in front of him.

"Wu Jin," Mo Qianlan's voice was gentle, and his eyes softened a lot, "Sit down, don't be reserved, you are Ah Yao's friend, I should have invited you to my house long ago."

He pointed a little towards the lower chair.

Wu Jin sat down along his fingers, and at the same time, the charcoal fire made a soft "pop" in the corner behind him.

The top-quality charcoal has no trace of smoke, and even the sound of burning is so crisp.

At the same time, he felt the coldness and hardness of the chair, the armrests and the backrest circled him in together, and he was already adjusted without him having to sit upright.

(End of this chapter)