The petite wife in ancient Alpha

Can't wait to pry the prostitute/thief's mouth, Ling Zhi hurried to the dungeon with six doors early in the morning on an empty stomach, the oil lamps on both sides of the corridor were blown by the wind blowing from walking, and the jailer heard the sound of footsteps and rushed up.

"I'm here to interrogate the prisoner that Lao Zhao brought in last night." Before the jailer could speak, Ling Zhi explained his purpose first, and glanced at the dark cells.

"The prisoner brought in by Detective Zhao was taken away that night, didn't you know?" The jailer blinked confusedly.

The peach blossom eyes suddenly rounded, Ling Zhi was stunned, "Take it away? Who took it away?"

Last night, he took care of taking the comatose Tong Hu home, and didn't go back to the six gates with Lao Zhao and the others, knowing nothing about what happened afterwards.

"Wang Li, the governor of Jinyiwei, came to mention the person in person, saying that the case was transferred to Jinyiwei, and told us six doors not to interfere." The jailer recounted what he had seen last night to Ling Zhi.

"what?"

Anxious to the forehead, Ling Zhi almost fell down in one breath, the prostitute/thief he took down with great effort, did not wait for the trial, and it was cheaper to Jin Yiwei?

As soon as the case was turned around, the reward from the court would naturally go to waste. How would he explain to Tong Hu?

Ling Zhi spit out the bad breath in his belly, licked his dry lips, and his troubled eyes accidentally caught the chaotic footprints on the ground.

It stands to reason that when the governor personally came to the six gates to pick up people, he must be accompanied by Jin Yiwei, and the back and forth footprints aside from the jailers and the six gates, there should be one place that is orderly.

"You said that the governor personally came to pick up the person, did he come by himself? Did you send an official document to the sixth gate?" Ling Zhi, who had calmed down, confirmed with the jailer.

The jailer thought that Ling Zhi had doubts about Wang Li's identity, so he grinned and explained, "Captain Ling is worrying too much. Although the appeasement envoy came alone, how could the unicorn uniform and the Jinyiwei badge be fake? Besides, the arrester Song also……"

"I see."

Ling Zhi rushed out of the dungeon after grabbing the white, leaving aside the matter of rewarding the silver, he must immediately remind Tong Hu that the prostitute/thief has been released!

Jin Yiwei's eunuch Wang Li, personally let him go.

Mention?Skate the jokes of the world!

Jin Yiwei, whose eyes are higher than the top, is dignified from Sipin Township, how can he come to the six-door dungeon alone to pick up people?Why didn't the mentioner show the official document?This fucking dog imperial court will chill the hearts of the common people sooner or later!

Ling Zhi ran out of breath, and the white mist from his mouth and nose blinded his eyes. He stepped on the smooth ice under the thin snow and fell hard.

But he didn't pause for a moment, and immediately got up on the ground.He was the one who got Tong Hu involved in the fan/rape case. If Tong Hu made any mistakes because of this, he would be the one to blame!

The scene of last night's crime flashed across his mind, and Ling Zhi's running pace suddenly slowed down...

How could he forget that Tong Hu still has a "relationship" with that prostitute/thief, since Tong Hu can kneel down to Tong Hu, Tong Hu should be safe.

Limping towards the biscuit stall, Ling Zhi was dumbfounded, isn't the person standing in front of the biscuit stall a prostitute/thief?As for the noble man wearing a cloak beside the prostitute/thief, who else could he be besides the eunuch Wang Li?

Looking down at the bald palms, Ling Zhi laughed at himself, claiming to be the smartest among the six sects, what a ghost!

Tong Hu also couldn't figure out how the prostitute/thief who was caught in the six gates yesterday brought people to buy cooking cakes today.

In short, the whole three drawers of cooking cakes were rounded up by the prostitution/thief, Tong Hugui gathered up the drawers, and walked home with a pole.

After a few steps, he saw a limping figure in the crowd directly in front of him, which looked familiar to him, so Tong Hu straightened his voice and shouted: "Young bastard."

Ling Zhi originally planned to go home quietly, but since Tong Hu called him, don't blame him for being rude.

Opening his eyes wide and blowing against the wind for a moment, blood and tears covered his clear white eyes, Ling Zhi turned around, raised his bald hand that was oozing blood and waved at Tong Hu, "Brother Huzi."

Ling Zhi walked towards Tong Hu against the flow of people, his limp was even more exaggerated, his hair bun was a little messy from the fall just now, the thin and small young man looked very pitiful.

Tong Hu's eyes were not blind, he could see the snow and mud on Ling Zhi's knees and the dirty blood on his palms, but seeing did not mean pity.

Just like whether the prostitute/thief is in prison or on the street has nothing to do with him.The only thing he cares about is whether Tong San's new clothes can still be made, and when he will be paid for selling his appearance.

Tong Hu's expression was expressionless, and he asked straightforwardly: "Is the case unsolved?"

He wanted to get home in a sedan chair, but Tong Hu poured spicy oil on Ling Zhi's new wound as soon as he opened his mouth. Ling Zhi was very aggrieved, and his attitude was not very good. What are you going to use to fight against officials of the fourth grade? I can't shut him up, and the case has been transferred to Jin Yiwei."

Sucking the frozen snot, the tear bumps in Ling Zhi's eyes dangled and were about to fall.

The reason why he became a fast arrester was to uphold justice for the common people. Now that he thinks about it, he is so shameless. Master is helpless. What kind of rotten onion is he!

"The clothes are what you promised to give me. If you don't make the six doors, I'll use your labor and food silver to make them." Tong Hu's impersonal words just fell, and he was picked up by Ling Zhi.

It's not a metaphor, Ling Zhi really pulled the pole on his shoulders to the ground.

There were people coming and going on the long street, Tong Hu didn't want to be violent in full view, so he had to be patient and leaned over to fix the fallen cage, and at the same time a little mouse rushed up on his back.

There was no need for him to support his butt/ass, Ling Zhi's soft limbs were tied tightly around his neck and waist like knots.

The little mouse is not heavy, and Tong Hu won't be panting from exhaustion even if he walks back and forth along the Xuan River.

But, why?

Seeing that Tong Hu was about to break his tightly hooked feet, Ling Zhi hurriedly threatened: "If you don't carry me, I will tell Uncle Tong that you touch my purse!"

This is it again!This is the same sentence every time!Tell Uncle Tong if you don't take him to play, tell Uncle Tong if you don't pick him up from private school, tell Uncle Tong if you don't accompany him to the back mountain to practice archery... and so on, countless.

Tong Hu's anger that has been accumulated for eight years, if he can unleash it, it will not be a problem to burn down the entire city of Shengdu.

Ling Zhi is best at pretending to be a fool and being pitiful on weekdays, and Tong San still treats Ling Zhi as weak, worried that Ling Zhi will be bullied, and Ling Zhi's insidious and cunning heart, whoever has no eyes to bully him, will definitely be tortured in three months. Design of "The World Newspaper".

In the past eight years, Tong Hu has suffered from the dumb losses set by Ling Zhi, and the evil relationship between them has grown up in the dark and dark underground, and has long been entangled.

Li Laoyuan saw Zhao Wanli walking back and forth outside his house, his steps were fragmentary, his right hand kept holding the knife, and he looked around from time to time, as if he was in a hurry.

Ling Zhi put his arms around Tong Hu's neck and jumped up, revealing most of his head that was covered, and shouted: "Old Zhao——"

The sudden loud voice made Tong Hu's eardrums almost perforated, and he slapped Ling Zhi's fart/ass hard in frustration, and cursed "fuck" in his mouth.

Half of the butt/butt suddenly felt as if it had been scorched by a branding iron, and it was so painful that it was burning. Seeing Zhao Wanli running over, Ling Zhi tried his best not to yell at Tong Hu.

Zhao Wanli couldn't tell that Ling Zhi was blushing from the pain and his neck was thick, but everyone in the six doors knew that Ling Zhi and Tong Hu grew up together and were very close.

Sparing the polite greetings, Zhao Wanli directly pulled Ling Zhi's sleeves, "Stop being coquettish with your Huzi brother, hurry up and follow me, you're dead again."

Lulupi's palm rubbed against Tong Hu's coarse cloth jacket, as if he had been thwarted by a brick, Ling Zhi muttered "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts", and he hugged Tong Hu again.

"Old Zhao, do you have bad eyesight? Why don't you put Brother Huzi's steamer in my yard first? Did you see that my leg was broken?" Ling Zhi asked three times, his legs entangled tighter.

Letting Zhao Wanli unload the steamer on his shoulders, Tong Hu supported Ling Zhi's round buttocks with his liberated hands, and squeezed them into thin flat pieces.

Suburban Ferry－

The noon sun melted yesterday's new snow, and the soil was soaked in snow water and softened, but it was still a little slippery. Tong Hu walked carefully towards the river with Ling Zhi on his back.

Not far away, three or five police officers were waving their waist knives looking for clues, while Song Debao squatted on the ground to examine the corpse.

Zhao Wanli ran over one step ahead, Ling Zhi patted Tong Hu on the shoulder to signal to come down, Tong Hu let go of Ling Zhi's buttocks/buttocks, bowed slightly so that Ling Zhi's feet could land on the ground.

After bending his legs for a long time, and landing a little soft, Ling Zhi supported Tong Hu's arm and shouted at Song Debao: "Master."

Glancing at the disheveled corpse, Ling Zhi was about to ask if the case was transferred to Jin Yiwei, but was interrupted by Song Debao's gesture.

Reluctantly bent his knees and squatted down, Ling Zhi turned over the body to reveal the scratches on his back, and then he found that the position of the scratches had changed, and when the hairline was pulled away, a thin layer of blood scab was faintly visible.

Song Debao raised his chin at Ling Zhi, whose expression had changed: "Tell me, what do you see?"

The tip of his tongue touched the corner of his mouth, and Ling Zhi played with the man's body like pork, "The depth of the scratches, the location of the hickeys, the tense arm muscles, and the bent state of the knuckles after the rigor all prove that this lecherous/thief The posture preference is completely different from the prostitute/thief who violated/offended He Lin to death."

Opening the deceased's jaw and turning to Song Debao, Ling Zhi continued to narrate: "Judging from the body/fluid remaining between the teeth and the indentation of the tongue coating, ninety-nine percent of the prostitutes/thieves have studied the secret opera pictures and other spring paintings."

Lifting the forearm of the corpse, Ling Zhi found unknown oil in the crevice of his fingers. He sniffed it closer, and then slowly said: "The scent of jasmine on the fingertips is a kind of tea oil that absorbs the essence of jasmine. Use this hair oil Combing his hair, he must be a man who pays great attention to his image."

"In addition, there was no scent on the body of the prostitute/thief last night." Ling Zhi pointed to the two drag marks between the corpse's feet and the boat, and added, "In addition to the orderliness of the drag marks, it doesn't look like a left shoulder injury People can do it, so we can basically rule out the lewd/thief who violated/offended He Lin."

After a thorough analysis, Ling Zhi wanted to get up and slowly fell on his swollen knee, reaching out to grab the corner of Tong Hu's clothes, but was cruelly avoided...