As a medical concubine

Chapter 44 You Like Me
Huazhu groaned slightly, she really didn't think of Mr. Li!
Hua Zhu quickly changed the topic, "Then...that friend of yours, which friend is it?"

Liao Zicheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Compared with the cause of Mrs. Liao's death, he seemed to be more reluctant to mention that friend.Hua Zhu comforted her and said: "Since I was sensible, you taught me that there are no ghosts and gods in this world, and there are no Bodhisattvas. Instead of burning incense and worshiping Buddha, it is better to work hard on your own. Even now, I still believe in this. So in my opinion, Their deaths have nothing to do with you. And the blood and tears of Sakyamuni also have a certain degree of strangeness. If you think about it carefully, who gave you this Buddhist altar? Who else knows?"

Liao Zicheng's eyes moved slightly, like the brightest stars in the night sky, "Why do you believe in my words?"

Hua Zhu was taken aback, this is not the point, okay? !Shouldn't it be time to discuss the shrine and the few victims?

Suddenly, Liao Zicheng stood up, bent down, and supported her side with one hand; with the other hand, he gently held her white wrist.

The masculine breath and delicate fragrance that belonged to him instantly enveloped Hua Zhu, and Hua Zhu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

But because the distance was too close, Huazhu couldn't see his expression clearly, but felt his warm breath on her lips, getting closer and warmer...

What is he going to do?kiss her?In the compartment?But ask her if she agrees?
Messy thoughts flashed through her mind, Huazhu felt that her breathing was going to be difficult, not only that, but her eyelashes blinked so fast that they almost...closed.

"嗤" a chuckle, like the breeze blowing across the ice, with a gentle coolness, cooling everything in an instant, "the pulse speeds up, the pupils dilate, the breathing is disordered, and the earlobes are congested. Miss Nian, I seem to have taught you, What do these represent?"

"You..." Embarrassed, Huazhu felt ashamed and angry that he had been tricked, and hurriedly withdrew her wrist, which was pinched by him, and turned her face away, "I don't remember!"

"When a person doesn't know where her heart is, her body will help her to react in the most honest way." After finishing speaking lightly, Liao Zicheng sat back to his original position, "You like me."

Huazhu's eyelashes trembled, and she hesitated for a few seconds, but soon, she sneered and said, "You are wrong, Mr. Liao, I like all handsome men. If Prince Yan is next to me, my The body will react as well! Ah, no, it’s even more responsive! But you, even though you want to lie on top of me, still don’t have...'reaction'! Hehe, you won’t lift it?"

Liao Zicheng's hand holding the teacup froze, "Shameless."

In the icy cellar, the night pearl emits a faint cold light.

A corpse was placed on the table on the right, covered with a white cloth, and the sign on top said "Wang Chang", which was the name of the third master Wang.

He Liancheng is a martial arts practitioner, and he is not afraid of the cold air in the ice cellar, but the dead air that seems to emanate from the wall made him shiver uncontrollably.

When he saw Liao Zicheng with an indifferent expression, he expressed the same emotion as Yan Bo: "It really is a coffin! Yin is heavy, and I am not afraid of the cold!"

Liao Zicheng ignored him, just stared at the corpse, wondering what he was thinking.

He was already alone and helpless, and now that even the last Wang Sanye is gone, he must be in a bad mood.Huazhu asked softly: "How about... I come?"

"Forget about your three-legged cat's kung fu." Liao Zicheng suppressed the gloom in his eyes, opened the toolbox, took out the gloves and mask, used one for himself, and handed the other to Hua Zhu.

Huazhu put it on naturally, and finally understood why he put her to sleep in the afternoon, it was to squeeze her dry.

He Liancheng looked at the two of them fully armed, as if they had worked together countless times, and couldn't help feeling jealous, "Hey, hey, where's mine?"

"Your Majesty Yan has a noble status, you won't be needed for such trivial matters, and you will be able to show your talents later."

Hearing Liao Zicheng's words, He Liancheng, whose face had darkened before, was in a good mood again, "That's right! This son's ability is not blown out! Come here, little side concubine, stay away from the corpse, I will protect you."

Hua Zhu glanced at him, "I'm not afraid."

He Liancheng choked, "It's as if I'm afraid, but I... I'm not afraid either!"

As soon as the words fell, Liao Zicheng lifted the white cloth, and He Liancheng gasped, his hairs standing on end!

"The skin and flesh of the corpse were scorched black, beyond recognition, without any hair, and the limbs were curled up in a fist posture, a typical burnt shape." Wang Sanye was thin and small, and barely occupied any space after curling up.Liao Zicheng took a ruler to measure the spine of the corpse, and pinched his right hand, "The right little finger is missing, which matches the physical characteristics of Third Master Wang."

It is rumored that Mr. Wang is left-handed and wears gloves all the year round. It turns out that his right hand is disabled.Huazhu took out the booklet and pen, and quickly started to record.

Liao Zicheng used a cotton swab to poke it in through the nostril where the hole was no longer visible, took it out after moving it, and checked his mouth in the same way, "There is soot in the nose and mouth."

Only the living can breathe, and the presence or absence of soot in the mouth and nose is an important basis for judging whether "burned before death" or "burned after death".

But Liao Zicheng only paused, and then used a scalpel to separate the dead man's throat.

He Liancheng was startled, "Hey! Did you make a mistake? Damage to a corpse is a felony, and you will be sentenced! Besides, this is the corpse of Lord Wang. He is my uncle's teacher. You are not afraid of my uncle's death." Uncle cut off your head?"

"That's why we need you, His Royal Highness who can do anything." Liao Zicheng put a high hat on He Liancheng, and He Liancheng pouted aggrievedly, "You asked me to take advantage of you."

"Welcome to the Palace of Truth." Liao Zicheng coaxed He Liancheng in a childlike tone, and then looked at the long inner wall, "There is no soot in the trachea, and the soot in the nose and mouth was injected after death."

Hua Zhu was slightly stunned: "Did the third master burn his body after death?"

"Well, but obviously, the other party wants the government to think that he was burned alive." Liao Zicheng nodded, took the oil lamp and handed it to Huazhu, and he quickly cut open the belly of the corpse.

"Ah - terrible!" He Liancheng screamed while covering his head.

Liao Zicheng cut open the stomach of the deceased and poked it with tweezers. Under the light, he picked out a few small round seeds whose color could only be vaguely distinguished, "Master Wang has a head Wind disease, taking medicine all the year round, quit spicy food long ago, but here are a few chili seeds."

(End of this chapter)