Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 30
It's just that before Jing Chun saw the person in charge of the funeral ceremony, the person in charge of the funeral ceremony came to Jingzhao Mansion first, and knelt down in front of Jiang Hejin with a plop, his expression was extremely nervous, and his voice trembled: "Your Highness, the day before yesterday Mr. Yan, the deceased sent by Prince Li's mansion, his, his grave was dug up."

Jing Chun recognized at a glance that this person was the person who helped Jing Chun deliver the message at the back door of Prince Li's Mansion yesterday. So wasn't the Manager Yan he was talking about...

Jiang Hejin frowned, "You mean Yan Huai?"

Zhu Hong kowtowed a few times, and said: "The villain deserves death for his crimes, he deserves death for his crimes..."

"Tell me exactly what happened."

Zhu Hong tremblingly said: "Yesterday, after General Manager Yan was carried back to Yizhuang from the palace yesterday, did General Manager Yan have any relatives? A few people simply changed the shroud for General Manager Yan, and then buried him, released the cannons, and paid tribute It's up, everything is well arranged... But, but when I was going to add incense today, I found out that Director Yan's grave had been dug up, leaving an empty coffin, and the body was gone. Little people don't know about it..."

As soon as Zhu Hong finished speaking, Jiang Hejin looked at Jing Chun coldly.

Jing Chun was startled suddenly, but soon understood the meaning in Jiang Hejin's eyes, "Do you suspect that I did it?"

Jiang and Jin didn't speak, obviously they were suspicious of Jing Chun, weren't they still arguing about who killed Yan Huai just now?
Jing Chun let out a "heh", then patted his chest, and said: "I, Jing Chun, am an upright person. Especially when it comes to digging people's graves."

Saying that, Jing Chun raised three fingers to swear again, and said vigorously: "I, Jing Chun, was about to do such a wicked thing, and the sky was struck by lightning, and I will die a bad death."

Hearing Jing Chun's words, Jiang Hejin calmed down a little. Considering Jing Chun's character, she couldn't do such a thing.

Jiang Hejin turned to stare at Zhu Hong who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "If you want to die, die. Don't stand in front of him."

After speaking, Jiang Hejin crossed the steps.

Lu Chi immediately said: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you lead the way!"

Only then did Zhu Hong understand something tremblingly, and he quickly stood up to lead the way.

Jing Chun then gave some instructions to the little official, and hurriedly followed behind Jiang Hejin.

Jiang Hejin glanced behind him and said angrily: "What are you doing here?"

Jing Chun didn't mean to stop and replied: "The villain is running an errand for Jingzhao Mansion and has nothing to do with His Highness Prince Li."

Jiang Hejin neither said yes nor said no, but he didn't pay much attention to it, so he agreed.

After all, Jing Chun still has some skills, and she hasn't done a few bad things by her side.

Several people arrived at the cemetery. On Yan Huai's grave, the yellow new soil had been turned out, forming a depression, with the coffin exposed in the middle. The coffin board had been pried aside. As they could see, there was no body in the coffin. There is no dead person, only a body.

Zhu Hong was about to cry, "This is the cemetery where Yizhuang is often buried. There are dozens of graves in a few, but this is the first time we have seen this kind of grave digging."

Jing Chun only asked: "Did your Yizhuang offend anyone?"

Zhu Hong cried and said: "The conscience of heaven and earth, the heaven and the earth can be seen. How dare our Yizhuang offend anyone? How can we not get along well? And who does it have to offend to do this kind of grave-digging thing? Doing this kind of thing is a crime. Eighteen floors of hell..."

Could it be that Yan Huai offended someone?

Zhu Hong suddenly remembered something, and his eyes suddenly froze, "Could it be...?"

"what?"

"I heard, and this is only heard, that if a person dies with extreme resentment and dies before he can swallow his last breath, he will, he will turn into a ghost..."

Hearing this, Jing Chun sneered and said, "He died after holding his breath, that's not turning into a ghost."

"That is……"

"Zombie!"

"You're talking about zombies with fangs, sucking human blood, and bouncing around?"

Jing Chun nodded, these are indeed images from old-fashioned zombie movies.

Zhu Hong was frightened into a cold sweat for a moment, slumped on the ground, and accidentally sat on Yan Huai's tombstone, just when the word "Yan Huai" was exposed, he screamed "Wow", and passed out.

Jing Chun didn't expect this person to be so frightened, but Jing Chun didn't frighten him.

Jiang Hejin glanced at Jing Chun, "If it's really a dead body..."

But Jing Chun interrupted: "I have painted the living recognizing the living, and the dead recognizing the dead, but I have never drawn the dead recognizing the zombie. Does His Royal Highness Li also believe in ghosts and gods?"

As a person who received nine-year compulsory education, Jing Chun was originally an atheist, and he never believed in ghosts and gods.But Jing Chun doesn't blame Jiang Hejin for saying these words, after all, is there any high-tech and new knowledge here.

"You mean it's artificial?"

Jing Chun nodded, then looked around, seemed to see some traces, and asked Jiang Hejin to come over.

Jing Chun pointed to one place and said, "Can your Highness see what traces this is?"

Jiang Hejin walked over and took a closer look.

Lu Chi also stood beside him, and he could tell at a glance that a few pieces of adobe were exceptionally smooth, and said, "It's a shovel."

Jing Chun nodded, "It is indeed a trace of a shovel. And judging from the height of the mound, all sides are at the same height. If it is really a zombie, it should be the process from lying down to standing up, that is to say, in the There will be more mounds at the end of the coffin, but there are none here, or even less..."

Several people looked around and found that, as Jing Chun said, there were fewer mounds at the end of the coffin.

Jing Chun looked around, then frowned and said, "But one thing is really strange."

"where?"

Jing Chun drew the entire tomb with his finger pen and said, "Whether it's zombies or man-made, it should leave footprints. But since I came here, except for the footprints of a few of us, there are no other people's footprints."

Lu Chi thought of something, and said, "Could it be that they picked it up with dirt on purpose?"

Jing Chun glanced upwards, but there was nothing above, and it seemed that there was no possibility of taking the corpse vertically.

"I don't know, and I don't dare to conclude, it's just that he covered it with soil." Jing Chun glanced at the pile of soil and said, "At least they were prepared, or they had time to do these small things." things...

"One more thing," the pensive Jiang Hejin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a low voice: "It's daytime, at least only when you can see the footprints clearly."

Jing Chun smiled, agreeing with Jiang and Jin's conversation. It seemed that the two had returned to a tacit understanding, at least not full of gunpowder...

Jing Chun was no longer entangled with Yan Huai's death, no, Jing Chun instantly corrected his thoughts, he should still be entangled, but at least he was entangled not at this time point.

(End of this chapter)