Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

In the study, Yan Shu knocked on the door and heard the sound of 'enter' from inside.

Yan Shu pushed open the door and entered, and saw Qin Jueming sitting at the desk, seriously looking at the official document in his hand.

Yan Shu saluted and called, "Foster father..."

"Shu'er." Qin Jueming interrupted him abruptly, "When I went to the inn before, what doubts did I find?"

Yan Shu paused and said, "Foster father, Li Changtian, he..."

"Can you find any doubts?" Qin Jueming slowed down his tone, looked up at Yan Shu, and repeated it.

Yan Shu was unable to tell Qin Jueming what he saw and heard at the inn.

Qin Jueming lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "I will help you check the letter that Master Xu reported to the court, but if it disappears in the capital, you have to rely on yourself."

"Thank you, foster father." Yan Shu pursed his lips, fearing that he would be interrupted again, and suddenly said very quickly, "Li Changtian lost his memory before, even if his foster father is tortured, he will not get any information about 'Jackdaw' from him. ' news."

"How do you know that he's not lying to you?" Qin Jueming put down the official document in his hand, "Shu'er, you have a kind-hearted temper since you were a child.

Qin Jueming suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on the wall on which Yan Ziqing's portrait was hung: "I really followed him."

Hearing Qin Jueming suddenly mentioning his father, Yan Shu paused, but did not speak for a while.

"In short, if you focus on investigating the case, leave this person to me. Not much more to say, just go and rest." Qin Jueming picked up the official document again, and lowered his eyes to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu took a half step forward: "Foster father, Li Changtian and I met Chuyu Town. I didn't plan to settle in Chuyu Town, but I only stayed for a few days after hearing that there was a tragedy in the town. What's more, I almost He almost killed Li Changtian, if all this was his plan, it would be too coincidental and too risky."

"So?" Qin Jueming's face was gloomy, he put the official document in his hand on the table, and looked up at Yan Shu.

Yan Shu said fearlessly, "His amnesia should be the real thing."

"Even if he really has amnesia, so what? He is a Jackdaw after all." Qin Jueming gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the anger in his chest.

"The spy just saw him talking to 'Killer II', how can he be sure that he is from 'Jackdaw'? Besides..." Yan Shu took another half step forward and walked to the desk, his eyes burning brightly, "Father, it's over. In the past nine years, the five killers of 'Jackdaw' have all died tragically in your hands, but the adoptive father still can't let go. My father is under Jiuquan, seeing your appearance blinded by hatred, seriously. Would you be happy..."

Snapped!

Suddenly, the crisp applause echoed in the corner of the wing.

Yan Shu was beaten to the side, and the whole person was stunned.

"Go out." Qin Jueming's voice was cold.

Yan Shu lowered his eyes, saluted silently, and got up and walked out of the study.

Qin Jueming was tense all over, but when the door closed, he suddenly became discouraged, leaned back slightly and leaned on the chair slumped.

He stared at the portrait on the wall, and suddenly coughed violently.

After coughing, Qin Jueming's hands were trembling faintly, he slowed down, and said to himself, "If you really feel unhappy, just have a dream and scold me..."

darkroom.

The bean-sized candle flickered and flickered, and the dark room door was gently pushed open.

Li Changtian, who was kneeling in the middle of the dark room, raised his head with great effort, and when he saw the person who came, he smiled and said, "Do you think I'm fighting with your whole family? After being beaten by you, you will be beaten by your adoptive father. Tell me your family is still alive. Someone, I will hide and go in the future."

Yan Shu closed his eyes and didn't speak. He put the wooden lunch box in his hand in front of Li Changtian, and then loosened the iron chain in his hand, so that he could sit down without having to kneel.

Li Changtian grimaced in pain. He leaned on the wooden frame behind him, his hands fell to the ground, and he let out a long breath.

Yan Shu pushed the lunch box in Li Changtian's direction.

"I won't eat it." Li Changtian sighed, "My hands are numb and painful, and I can't lift them up."

Yan Shu paused, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and half-kneeled in front of Li Changtian, pretending to feed him, and persuading, "Eat some."

Li Changtian didn't have the strength to push back, so he took two bites with Yan Shu's hand, and suddenly heard Yan Shu ask, "Are you really a Jackdaw?"

Li Changtian swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "The little cook in your family has been tortured and forced to question me all afternoon today, why are you still asking me? I said brother, are you asking me if I am cold? Before the crow people, can you tell me what this jackdaw is?"

Yan Shu lowered his eyes.

"'Jackdaw' killed my father."