The petite wife in ancient Alpha

The unclaimed village on the outskirts of the city was specially built to store unclaimed corpses. Compared with other righteous villages in Shengdu City, it is more than a hundred times more desolate.

The white paper lanterns at the gate have been exposed to the wind and sun for decades, and there is almost nothing left but an empty frame, which cannot be shaken by the wind.

I don’t know when the broken leaves in front of Yizhuang’s gate were left behind. There is no paper money here, only a smell of dead bodies that has lingered for years.It's not that the imperial court didn't care about it. After the case was concluded, someone would naturally dispose of the body to the back mountain. Although there was no monument, it was considered a safe place.

Tightening the reins, Tong Hu rolled over and got off the horse first, and then reached out to pick up Ling Zhi on the horse's back. Ling Zhi stuffed the remaining roasted sweet potatoes into his mouth, rubbed the sticky potato honey on his fingers, and wiped his scarred legs Going around to the side, supported Tong Hu's shoulders and jumped down.

Ling Zhi touched the ground, puffed out his cheeks and reprimanded the broken horse with six doors, "I have never seen you running so fast in the past, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, see if I turn around and you will not be hungry."

Looking at Ling Zhi, who was having trouble with the horse, Tong Hu's eyes softened by three points, or five points, or seven points.

Although there were more than [-] coffins densely packed in the Yizhuang, it was easy to identify which coffin contained the recently moved He Lin through the row of corpse footprints on the thick ash of the floor tiles.

Tong Hu took the initiative to push the lid of the coffin for Ling Zhi. The smell of rotting corpses in the coffin made him subconsciously slow down his breathing. He Lin's face was blue and purple, covered with corpse spots, lying alone in the wooden coffin, Tong Hu couldn't help but sigh , "Mr. He has no family?"

A young and promising teacher should have a family when he reaches his thirties. Even if he is a bachelor, his parents should still be there. Why did he end up in such a situation?

"I heard that when Mr. He came to Beijing to rush for the exam, his hometown was hit by a flood, and people and fields were gone, so Mr. He has lived in a private school for the past two years." Ling Zhi lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, his tone mixed with regret.

Tong Hu responded with "Oh", and his eyes shifted from Ling Zhi's focused side face to Zihong's body. Mr. He died for too long, and the pheromones of the omega dissipated, so he couldn't feel anything else.

Worried that Tong Hu was bored, Ling Zhi further explained: "Mr. He was in a prone position before his death, his knees were bent when his body was stiff, his back was covered with scratches, and there were two groups of indentations on his shoulders, which proved that the murderer had both hands when he committed the crime. Leg resting on He Lin's shoulder."

Tong Hu bent down when he heard the words, and after some observations, he raised a question in his stomach: "Judging from the skin abrasion on his knees, the matter of the cloud and rain is on the ground? Didn't you say that he lives in a private school?"

"What if the murderer doesn't know that Mr. He lives in a private school? Plus Mr. He has taken an overdose of drugs, so he should be in a hurry." Seeing that Tong Hu was analyzing with him, Ling Zhi wanted to see if he could find out from Tong Hu's perspective. new leads.

"Is the crime scene far from Mr. He's bedroom? If it's not far, you can move there while doing business, right? After all, after taking medicine, it won't be over for a while." Tong Hu has a strong sense of the picture, and the roots of his ears gradually changed. color.

"It's really weird according to you. Mr. He's bedroom is not far from the scene of the crime. With Mr. He's figure and the effect of the medicine, it should be easy to pick up the murderer. Why give up the soft bed and make do with it on the ground? "

Ling Zhi lowered his head thoughtfully, and restored the scene of the crime in his mind, "After receiving the report from the officer, Lao Zhao and I rushed to the private school immediately. As soon as we entered the door, there were neatly placed desks and the windows were closed tightly. Yes, there are no traces of fighting in the house, and there are no footprints on the ground, and Mr. He fell behind the screen with his face turned inward."

"After the preliminary autopsy, the time of death should not exceed three hours. I checked the surrounding environment. Mr. He's clothes were basically spread on the ground. There was a puddle of bloody secretions on the lower part. The metal scratches on the floor tiles should be hair It was caused by scratching the crown, but it is not certain that it is Mr. He's, or the murderer is also involved."

Tong Hu got involved in the case and his brain became active, and he couldn't help saying: "Mr. He was in a prone position before he died. In other words, the murderer was lying on the ground at the end. When the murderer got up, he must push Mr. He away, but he wanted to push away under exhaustion." It is not an easy task for a dead person who is heavier than oneself, not to mention that their bodies may not be separated yet."

"You mean that the murderer might stay at the crime scene to rest for a period of time after the murder?" Ling Zhi was startled by Tong Hu's anti-human assumption, "This is too bold!"

"If the murderer and Mr. He are old acquaintances, it might make sense." Tong Hu speculated subjectively, "Mr. He knew that the other party had a special constitution and was willing to take medicine to satisfy him, so there was no sign of a fight in the house, and he even thoughtfully spread his clothes on the ground. On the ground, let the murderer lie down. And the murderer never thought that Mr. He would die because of this, so he was not afraid of marrying Mr. He who died suddenly."

"It's just... if it's an intimate relationship, wouldn't Mr. He lie alone in Yizhuang and the murderer wouldn't even come to see him?" Tong Hu suddenly thought of the word "scumbag".

Ling Zhi took a deep breath, and then let it out heavily. His eyes glanced at the footprints of the corpse movers on the ground, and he said, "Maybe you are right."

"How to say?" Tong Hu was dazed by Ling Zhi's abrupt change of subject.

"The corpse movers are in groups of two. Do you see that this pair of footprints is strange compared to that pair? Normal people walk with their feet slightly outward, not straight up and down." Ling Zhi squatted down and opened his arms. Measure the distance between the thumb and the middle finger, "And this footprint is walking with legs apart, it's hard to say."

Tong Hu raised his eyebrows, "So?"

"So go to the person who moved the corpse first. Whether it's the real murderer or someone who has been replaced, there will be new gains." Ling Zhi tilted his head and grinned at Tong Hu, and then followed up with praise, "You can Really smart, it would be a pity not to be caught."

The corner of his mouth twitched triumphantly, and Tong Hu stretched out his hand in front of Ling Zhi, "Then now?"

Ling Zhi put his hand into Tong Hu's palm, supported the waist that was nearly broken last night with his left hand, and replied, "Gai coffin, go to the private school to find evidence, and then go to the six gates to report to the officials to get someone."

"You are a serious policeman talking about the reporter all day long, are you serious?" Tong Hu couldn't understand Ling Zhi.

"There is a specialization in art, and I'm in charge of guiding the way. It's better to pick people. What about his white-collar worker who works for four or two years? Of course he has to report to the official!" Ling Zhi slandered. Only a job and food bank will do!

Lifting Ling Zhituo onto the horse's back, Tong Hu held the saddle ring in his hand, stepped on the stirrup, and jumped up.

After Ling Zhi sat down firmly, he searched for something without thinking, "By the way, brother Huzi, didn't you get kicked in the head by a horse? When will you learn..."

"Your head was kicked by a horse." Tong Hu cut off the conversation, pinching the soft flesh on Ling Zhi's stomach in dissatisfaction, "Is it still necessary to learn how to ride a horse? It just needs to know how to be afraid."

Tong Hu didn't expect that the oppressed pheromone would have an effect on the horse, but these are not important, "drive—"

Ling Zhi was pinched and giggled twice, and he almost twitched his lips to bury Tong Hu, "Some people are so arrogant, they come to the world for a while, but they only want to go to heaven."

"Some people are even more arrogant, and I don't know whether they can see through the ghosts and monsters, or they are playing tricks." Tong Hu changed his usual straightforwardness, hiding words in his words.

Because Ling Zhi never asked in-depth questions, such as how he became an alpha, why he was not afraid of death, the reason why he went crazy last night, and even the injury on his head were not within the scope of Ling Zhi's curiosity.

Ling Zhi seemed to know everything, and he was as smart as a thief.

Ma Lei ran to the private school exhaustedly, his mouth hair and nostrils were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, he looked like a vicissitudes of life male horse with a "story".

In order to shorten the reporting time, Tong Hu picked up Ling Zhi, obeyed the command, walked through the corridor, turned right, and pushed open the door of the second room.

Since the death of the teacher who taught, no one has entered Wen Chengzhai, probably because they are afraid of bad luck.

Tong Hu put Ling Zhi down in front of the screen, Ling Zhi lay down where the murderer had been lying without thinking, patted his chest and said: "Brother Huzi, you lie on me, I'll find out how it feels."

Lying on the ground, the angle of view changed, Ling Zhi had no reason to feel that he could touch something, and urged him again, "Hurry up."

"Since you want to simulate a crime scene, you have to lift your legs no matter what?" Tong Hu touched Ling Zhi's feet with the toe of his boot, "You are not the murderer lying down like this."

"No, it should be you who lifted my legs up to my shoulders, and then lay in my arms. I'll see how much strength it takes to push you away." After clearing his mind, Ling Zhi opened his arms.

Tong Hu put Ling Zhi's ankles on his shoulders as required, and walked forward on his knees, with his arms propped next to Ling Zhi's ears, looking at him.

He didn't speak so as not to interrupt Ling Zhi's train of thought.

Ling Zhi's muscles and bones are extremely soft, even if he moves forward two inches, he won't feel any difficulty.

Not to mention that this little mouse was born handsome, his skin was so fair that he was so maddened by the sun, he was not at all like the rough old Zhao who was exposed to the wind and sun.

Maybe it feels good in the hand too. The three-legged cat kung fu has not developed any muscles at all, the flesh on the stomach is soft, and the baby fat on the cheeks has not faded away. If there is food in the mouth, it is a bit like the little hamster he raised.

"No, so I can't scratch your back?"

Ling Zhi was confused by the weird posture. If his legs were on Tong Hu's shoulders, his hands would not be able to hug Tong Hu at all, so he couldn't grab his head, right?He Lin's hair is not messy.

"Because the instinctive reaction at this time is not to scratch people." Tong Hu leaned over and put his face on the side of Ling Zhi's neck. Seeing that Ling Zhi was stiff, he couldn't laugh or cry: "You have to relax, otherwise how can you find your instinct?"

His eyelashes flickered twice in embarrassment, but fortunately Tong Hu didn't really kiss him, otherwise his legs would be so high that even a counterattack would not be able to reach his vitals.

Ling Zhi doesn't discriminate against Long Yang's goodness, it's just that the beautiful women in the world can't stand it, who has the energy to care whether a man is handsome or not.

"I just want to help you get into the mood, I don't intend to actually kiss you." The lotus-patterned floor tiles kneeled sorely, coupled with an inexplicable sense of loss, Tong Hu got up quickly, with an uneasy expression on his face.

After Ling Zhi saw it, he hurriedly grabbed Tong Hu's wrist, and casually told a white lie, "It's my problem. My head is full of the murderer and Mr. He. Mr. He is already cold. Kind of disgusting..."

Tong Hu's heart sank when he heard this——

That "disgusting" stabbed him.