Wife is hell

Chapter 44 The Third Victim!
"Miss!"

Upon seeing Shi Yuyu appear, Shi Xueying hurriedly went to greet her, her pretty face filled with guilt.

"I'm sorry, elder sister, Master..."

The girl's eyes reddened, and her voice choked with sobs, "She couldn't save her brother either."

Shi Yuhuan first bowed respectfully to Zhao Ling, who was standing to the side, then gave her younger sister a gentle smile and gestured in sign language:
"Don't worry, Xiao Jiang has already found out. This murder case has nothing to do with Bao Lu. He was wronged."

Shi Xueying was taken aback and looked at Jiang Mu in astonishment.

Jiang Mu smiled faintly: "We're lucky, we found some clues. Stone will definitely be released."

He told Shi Yuhua to wait outside, and went into the county government office alone.

"Big sister, is it true?"

Shi Xueying still couldn't quite believe it.

Shi Yuhua nodded vigorously and said in sign language, "It's true, Xiao Jiang has discovered the truth of the case."

The girl gazed at the man's retreating figure, her expression complex.

I felt both gratitude and a touch of shame.

After all, from the very beginning, she hadn't placed her hopes for saving her brother on Jiang Mu.

In her memory, even if Jiang Mu's head recovered, he would still be the same mediocre, ordinary boy who could never amount to anything.

Unexpectedly, it was this person she had never thought highly of who saved her brother.

Although it was a matter of luck, it was still much better than her wasting the last two days.

Looking at Jiang Mu's figure, Wen Yu couldn't help but recall the inexplicable advice the other party had given him that day.

This guy probably has nothing to do with his senior sister's disappearance.

Yes, it's definitely okay.

Senior sister is a master with spiritual objects, and her pure strength far surpasses that of Jiang Mu, an ordinary yamen runner.

Wen Yu shook his head, shaking off the absurd conjecture in his mind.

Zhao Ling never even glanced at Jiang Mu once.

Her mind is now completely preoccupied with her apprentice's whereabouts.

"If Zhenzhen has indeed been abducted by the remnants of the Spirit Cult, I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to seek help from the Patrol Office."

Zhao Ling's eyes were filled with worry, and she thought to herself,
"In order to seize spiritual objects, the Spirit Cult usually leaves survivors, only killing them after the objects have completely changed hands. If there's enough time, perhaps Zhenzhen's life can still be saved..."

Zhao Ling had already prepared for the worst.

As long as my apprentice is alive, that's all that matters.

She didn't care that Jiang Zhenzhen's bell had been stolen.

After all, that spirit creature wasn't very valuable; it was considered a low-level spirit creature. This was the conclusion reached by the elders after their research.

The elders' judgment is never wrong.

……

The backyard of the county government office.

County Magistrate Yang Yunqing sat behind his desk, reviewing official documents while listening to Jiang Mu's account.

After Jiang Mu finished speaking, he raised his eyelids, frowned, and asked:

"Mu Jiang, how can you be so sure that this case is caused by a spirit?"

Jiang Mu naturally wouldn't reveal that he witnessed it with his own eyes thanks to his senior sister's magic weapon; instead, he vaguely mentioned An Chenghu's name, saying:

"Your Excellency, I have accompanied Uncle An to investigate crime scenes many times in the past, and I have gained considerable knowledge about the traces at the scene."

Based on my deduction, the traces at the crime scene are bizarre and beyond human capabilities; only a supernatural being could have created them. As for other details… please forgive me for not being able to elaborate.”

Having been in officialdom for many years, Lord Yang naturally sensed that Jiang Mu was hiding something.

But he didn't seem to mind. He simply leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and said with a smile:

"Mu Jiang, according to the regulations of the imperial court, if it can be determined that the case of Young Master Yang is indeed caused by a spirit, then Shi Baolu, who is involved in the case, must be transferred to the patrol office for investigation and decision."

However, the patrol office has not yet issued any official documents to me. Therefore, even if I trust you, Shi Baolu cannot be released at this time. I hope you can understand my predicament.

Lord Yang was still troubled by the thought of how he had offended Tang Jinxian because of Yu Zhengqing and how the woman had given him a good beating.

Now he has no desire to have anything to do with the patrol office anymore.

Jiang Mu had anticipated this and nodded, saying:

“I understand. I have come here only to inform you in advance, sir. Someone will surely come to report the case today, and I am confident that the patrol office will issue an official document to you, sir.”

He hadn't expected the county magistrate to release the man directly; he was just giving him a heads-up.

To prevent the local official from succumbing to pressure and hastily closing the case, or from allowing the Yang family to take revenge on Shi Baolu through private torture.

Seeing Jiang Mu's confident expression, Lord Yang's expression turned serious: "Are you sure?"

"determine."

Lord Yang couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Honestly, he couldn't wait to get rid of this case as soon as possible.

The Yang family has been causing trouble these past two days, and he has nowhere to hide. He was just about to submit a report to the Ministry of Justice.

If it turns into a spiritual disaster case, he can stay out of it.

But can we trust what this kid says?

That sounds a bit far-fetched.

Just as he was pondering this, a yamen runner rushed into the hall:
"Sir! Someone just reported that the son of the owner of Yunji Cloth Merchant has died at home."

Lord Yang spat out the tea he had just drunk.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on Jiang Mu as if he had seen a ghost.

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Outside the patrol office.

After a busy day, Yu Zhengqing was planning to take a few close colleagues to Yangchunlou for drinks and relaxation.

Everyone understood Yu Zhengqing's distress over the past few days.

After his brother-in-law was murdered, the Yang family would frequently come to him crying and making a scene, which annoyed him greatly.

Manager Yu didn't like his brother-in-law who was always idle and causing trouble. He often advised them to discipline him, but the family spoiled him and he wouldn't listen.

Now that the man is dead, they are blaming their son-in-law, the head of the department, for not doing his best to avenge him.

revenge?

What revenge?

The murderers have all been apprehended and brought to justice; they should be tried according to the law. Does this mean the entire family of the murderers will have to pay with their lives?

No normal person would do something like that.

Especially for someone in a position like Yu Zhengqing, it is essential to adhere to certain bottom lines; otherwise, it is extremely easy for his political enemies to seize upon his weaknesses and drag him down from his post.

Huang Kezi understood that her boss was in a bad mood, so she tried to chat about interesting things on the way to dispel the gloomy atmosphere.

As he was speaking, he suddenly laughed:

"It's ridiculous. That foolish constable that Chief Tang relies on so much actually came to see the chief today, wanting to plead for his murderer neighbor."

Yu Zhengqing was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "When?"

"It's been about an hour."

Huang Kezi laughed and said, "I gave him a good scolding, and he slunk away. That kid dared to make up stories to exonerate someone, saying that Young Master Yang was killed by a spirit, and that Yan Feng was also killed by the same spirit."

Oh, and it also said that someone would be killed by a spirit at 5 PM today, and their eyes would be gouged out.

"Does this kid think he's some kind of living god?"

A colleague joked.

The crowd burst into laughter.

Only Yu Zhengqing frowned.

At this moment, several yamen runners in the distance hurried towards Nanyun Street.

"What happened?"

A hall master stopped someone and asked.

Upon seeing that it was Yu Zhengqing and his group, the man quickly bowed and respectfully replied:
"Manager Yu, someone just reported that the son of Boss Yuan of Yunji Cloth Merchant suddenly died at home. We are preparing to go and investigate."

"Young Master Yun?"

The image of that spoiled young master flashed through the minds of those around them.

I remember that man often hung out with Young Master Yang, and he did a lot of things like harassing respectable women and bullying ordinary people. I never expected him to die.

Yu Zhengqing nodded expressionlessly and was about to leave when a hall master next to him looked up at the sky.

"The hour of You (5-7 PM)..."

He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know how the young master of the Yun family died?"

The constable said:

"The details are still unclear, but according to the person who reported the case... the deceased's eyes were gouged out."

Everyone stood there, frozen in place.

(End of this chapter)