The petite wife in ancient Alpha

Looking away from the tight lips, Ling Zhi realized that he had said something wrong again, and he didn't intend to find out the reason, maybe diverting his attention could dispel the weird atmosphere faster.

The hand around Tong Hu's wrist was not loose, Ling Zhi sat back to his old position, and pulled Tong Hu into his arms again.

"Brother Huzi, come here, I have another question. If the murderer's leg is on Mr. He's shoulder, if Mr. He moves, won't the murderer roll all over the floor?"

Tong Hu was staggered half a step by Ling Zhi. Looking down, Ling Zhi's body was only a small ball. Although the bun was combed neatly, there were some messy hairs on the forehead, ear temples, and back of the neck. Huhu, people want to knead.

Hands are more honest than hearts, Tong Hu patted Ling Zhi on the forehead out of selfishness.

Ling Zhi thought that Tong Hu was going to demonstrate with him again, so he lay down obediently.

"The lotus pattern on the floor tiles is not too deep, it should be enough to prevent slipping, so the murderer may have done so."

Tong Hu squatted down and raised Ling Zhi's arm above his head, then raised his bent calf and pushed forward. The force was not strong, but the frequency was not low. Ling Zhi lost his fulcrum, and instinctively clasped his nails on the floor tiles under conditioned reflex.

Ling Zhi was enlightened——

The fingernails will become extremely rough after repeated friction with the texture of the floor tiles, and it will not be possible to grow back to their original state in a short while, and they also ignored one point. Since they have boldly assumed that the murderer is familiar with Mr. He, the "lightning and thunder" in the cloud and rain will definitely not Dodge, there should be a lot of remnants.

"Brother Huzi, you really helped!" Ling Zhi got up and punched Tong Hu on the shoulder, "Go, go to Mr. He's bedroom."

"Do you know the identity of the murderer?" Tong Hu felt relieved after being hit by a small fist, and his expression followed Yunkai Yuji.

"It's all over the place." Ling Zhi patted the ashes on his butt/butt, limped and ran diagonally across from Wen Chengzhai, and pushed open the door of Mr. He's bedroom.

It is said to be a bedroom, but it is actually a firewood room.The space is small, the orientation is not good, and there is no sunlight. Apart from an old wooden bed, there are only a small table by the window and a wooden stool with peeling paint. The oil lamp looked lifeless.

Ling Zhi went straight to the bed and picked up He Lin's wooden pillow, and brushed the delicate peony pattern on the side with his fingertips, "The last time I came in, I saw that Mr. He's bedding pattern was very unique. At that time, I wondered that Mr. He was so generous with sleep. Like a scholar, now it seems that I am shallow."

"Weishi and the girl, Yiqi flirted with each other, and gave them a spoonful of medicine. The wooden pillow should be a token of Shangsijie's love for his concubine, and a personal gift from that person to Mr. He."

As Ling Zhi said, he turned over the wooden sleeper, and a small line of poems in the lower right corner of the bottom came into view, "It is raining on the bridge in the south of the city, the drizzle is falling, and the ripples are slight." Signed and sealed at noon.

His shoulders trembled because of the sudden laughter, and unknown emotions lingered in his nose. Ling Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at Tong Hu, "Let's go to the six gates to report to the police, the murderer probably won't run away."

Tong Hu didn't understand why he said "hmm", and took the peony pattern wooden pillow from Ling Zhi's arms by the way, "Do you want to send it to Mr. He?"

Ling Zhi, who was guessed in his mind, opened his lips in disbelief, and the mist covering his pupils made Tong Hu's well-defined facial features soft like a moon in the water. He was a little stunned. I have to bow down.

After leaving the room, the spring snow fluttered like flying feathers.

Ling Zhi spread out his palm, and Ren Xue melted into a tear. He held the tear tightly and raised his face and asked Tong Hu, "Mr. He doesn't regret it, right?"

Not knowing where the sentimentality in Ling Zhi's palm-sized head came from, Tong Hu replied without emotion: "What regrets after Xiaoyao's death? Those who regret are the living."

Four days later, He Lin's first seven soul-returning nights passed, and Feng Wu committed suicide in the six-door dungeon when the cock crowed.

After hearing the news, Ling Zhi took someone to pick up the corpse himself, and asked the mover to bury Feng Wu and He Lin together.

In fact, after Feng Wu was imprisoned, Ling Zhi visited once.

He asked Feng Wu why he didn't act in the bedroom, why he didn't take the initiative to report to the officials, why he didn't cover He Lin's body...

Feng Wu said that the stinking teacher was very poor, and he couldn't afford to buy a new one if the bed was crushed, and he didn't want to meet He Lin in the miserable prison when He Lin returned to his soul.

Feng Wu also said that Bu Gai wanted to take another look before leaving, and He Lin spoiled him so he wouldn't blame him.

Before leaving the cell, Feng Wu yelled something Ling Zhi didn't understand.

He said, "The sun and the moon will turn upside down, and the day lotus will wither."

In March, the spring plums are dyed on the branches, and the fragrance is pleasing.

Ling Zhi stayed at Tong Hu's house for a few days, but he still didn't see the omega secretly assassinating him. After the teeth marks grew new, pale pink flesh, he naturally moved back to his own house.

Although Tong Hu never mentioned the matter of making new clothes for Tong San, Ling Zhi, who was in debt, was always on his mind.

Before he could catch his breath evenly, he shouted at the back of the woodcutter in the courtyard through the low wall: "Brother Huzi, let's go?"

Hearing the sound, Tong Hu straightened his back, turned his head to look at the small brain outside the wall, and the corners of his mouth could not help but pull upwards.

Seeing the creditor turning his head, Ling Zhi shook the heavy money bag, pointed his chin at the elm door of Tong Hu's house, and urged, "Hurry up!"

Ling Zhi didn't dare to call it new clothes, if Tong San listened to it, Tong Hu would be reprimanded, and he would have to be kicked, no offense.

The ax fell to the ground with a bang, and Tong Hu walked out of the small courtyard with two swishing steps, approached and reminded Ling Zhi, "Don't forget, there are four pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Tong Hu didn't urge Ling Zhi earlier because he was concerned about Ling Zhi's injuries.But now that Ling Zhi has recovered from his injury by eating his family's white flour, he must pay a penny, otherwise the little mouse will be spoiled and arrogant, and it will be difficult to deal with it in the future.

"Oh, I can't." Ling Zhi's legs and feet were quick, his hands and feet were dishonest, and he was so small that he wanted to hang shoulders with Tong Hu, "Let's buy osmanthus cakes and eat them while walking, and then go to the cloth shop to choose fabrics." Make clothes!"

When it comes to choosing fabrics, it basically depends on the color and wear resistance.Plain-headed people like them can't make new clothes twice a year. It's useless to be fancy, and the most important thing is durability.

Looking at the baby-fat curve of Ling Zhi's side face, Tong Hu could hardly hide the brick-sized worries in his eyes.

He didn't sleep very well last night, maybe the bed was a bit empty, or the quilt was too light, and his legs weren't pressed down firmly.The room was so cold that there were not many people there, and it was really quiet, which made people uncomfortable, and it was not exciting to wash the two sets of dishes.

Maybe, it will be all right in two days...

Hitting the silent mute, Ling Zhi tilted his head and changed the subject, "Have you talked to Uncle Tong yet? Six Doors is currently recruiting people. If you want to join, I'll tell Master to ask you." Come here, the two of us and Lao Zhao will form a combination of the three great catchers, and we will walk sideways in Shengdu City from now on."

Tong Hu has already shown interest in being a policeman, and Ling Zhi urgently needs an alpha to protect his head, so it is reasonable for the eunuch to jump in a hurry and take the initiative to attack and encourage the emperor.

"Should I be a policeman or not? What are you so interested in?" Tong Hu looked at Ling Zhi who was beaming with joy and asked casually.

It is undeniable that he is alive.

Selling cooking cakes is not a long-term solution. Who wants to live by brute force when they can rely on mental work to make a living?When people are always old, what should we do if we can't chop firewood, make noodles, or carry a pole?He had to plan for the future.

"Isn't solving a case more interesting than selling cooking cakes on the street?" Relying on his youth and not afraid of forehead wrinkles, Ling Zhi raised his eyebrows wildly, "Don't tell me you don't like it, I don't believe it."

"I'll think about it." Tong Hu didn't bother to argue any more, and rushed to the door of the time-honored Yichangzhai in two or three steps, "Four pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, thank you."

"Think about it. I will leave the words here today. It will be a matter of time before you enter the six doors. The senior who owes me will have to shout sooner or later."

Ling Zhi took out his money bag, and from the corner of his eye he could vaguely catch the light of a fire dancing in the evening when the sun was about to fade away. He patted Tong Hu, who was patronizing the food, and asked, "Brother Huzi, do you think there is water in the direction of Buzhuang?" gone?"

Tong Hu put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he got in his mouth, and said "Mmm" as it had nothing to do with him.

Almost forgot that Tong Hu never meddled in other people's business, Ling Zhi didn't have to drag Tong Hu, and said with a smile, "Then let me see, the fabric probably won't be available today, let's make an appointment in two days."

After finishing speaking, the money bag was thrown to Tong Hu.

Tong Hu caught the money bag and at the same time held down the warm-hearted stupid policeman, "There is a firefighting team for firefighting, and it doesn't belong to the six doors. What are you doing?"

"If you're worried, go with me, then I'm not in your charge?"

The confidence came out of thin air, Ling Zhi opened his mouth to speak shamelessly, and he was very straightforward, and even stunned Tong Hu, but he didn't refute for a while, Ling Zhi took advantage of the loophole and dragged Tong Hu to Buzhuang.

At this time, the leader of the diving fire team was carrying a mahogany bucket, shuttling between the fire site and the water source, the floor tiles were wet from the water rippling out of the bucket, and mud spots were splashed everywhere on the hem of clothes and shoes as he ran.

As soon as Ling Zhi entered the inner courtyard, he was bumped head-on by a boy holding a cloth. Tong Hu quickly caught Ling Zhi's back with his eyes, and vaguely smelled a faint pheromone, reminding: "There are omega nearby, be careful!" point."

Before the "oh" came to an end, a piercing scream came out. Ling Zhi searched for the sound and ran into the inner courtyard, but was stopped by Qu Yong, the captain of the diving team, who was tall and burly.

"The charred corpse was found here, and no one else is allowed to enter or leave the cloth village." Qu Yong said with a serious expression.

Hearing this, Ling Zhi immediately showed his badge, "My own man, arrest Ling Zhi from Six Doors."

"It turned out to be Detective Ling from Six Doors, Qu Yong, who is diving into the fire team." Seeing the waist badge, Qu Yong turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation without saying a word, "The house has just been burned by fire, Detective Ling must pay attention to safety .”

"Thank you Captain Qu for the reminder." Ling Zhi bowed, turned his face and called "Brother Huzi", and walked up the steps washed by the water.

Everything in the house was charcoal black, the doors and windows were opened wide to fight the fire without exception, and the sound of dripping water was like rain, pattering into the eardrums.

Ling Zhi and Tong Hu stepped across the wet ground one after the other, and just as they stepped into the inner room, there was a bang, and a window that had been burned into a skeleton fell and fell to pieces.

Caught off guard and frightened, Ling Zhi shrank his neck, and in Tong Hu's eyes, it was funny and cute, and he could hardly hold back his joy.

The scorched corpse whose facial features could not be discerned fell sideways on the ground not far from the door of the inner room, its clothes were burnt to the ground, but fortunately there was still flesh and blood left.

Ling Zhi was most annoyed by the smell of burnt meat, and he couldn't have any more meat in three days.

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Weishi and the woman, Yiqi joked with each other and gave them a spoonful of medicine.

Quoted from "The Book of Songs·Zheng Feng" (pre-Qin)