If you don't count, you will die

The palace servants led Shen Mo all the way to the Zhenggang Pavilion, "Your Majesty said that the corpse of Lord Jing must not be touched before the Master of the State Teacher arrives."

silence:"……"

When we arrived at Zhenggang Pavilion, there was a layer of black-clothed guards on the outside, and a group of imperial doctors gathered far away, with different expressions, the emperor was not here, and the person squatting next to the corpse was Su Yuanhuan.

Su Yuanhuan is the head of the law enforcement hall, and it is not surprising to appear here.

The man had been observing the corpse, yawned from time to time, and immediately walked over excitedly when he saw the silence, "Tsk! Little blind man! You are so slow!"

Silence looked at him, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then went to see the corpse.

Jing Bozhong, as the deputy head of the Zhenggang Pavilion, naturally has a pharmacy all to himself. The pharmacy is not big but it is full of various medicinal materials. Full of silver needles.

And Jing Bozhong's corpse was lying on the table, with his hands hanging on his sides, his forehead resting on the edge of the table, like a tired and deep sleeper.

Su Yuanhuan walked around the silence twice with great interest, and asked, "What's the purpose of the emperor asking you to come? Is it fortune-telling? To a dead person?"

There was a sense of humor in the words, not like someone who came to handle the case, but more like a spectator.

Mo Mo squatted beside the corpse and observed carefully. The pharmacy was not big, and there were no traces of fighting around. There were no wounds on the surface of Jing Bozhong's corpse. Although the expressions of the doctors around were different, it seemed that no one looked different at first glance. .

Divination and asking things are all about living people asking for divination, living people will have something to think about, but what about the dead?

He couldn't speak, couldn't move his hands, what did the emperor mean when he asked him to come here?

It can't be, do you really want to tell fortunes for the dead?

Shen Mo stared at Jing Bozhong's corpse for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand, and pulled Jing Bozhong's right hand, this hand was rough and wrinkled, it was cold and stiff at this moment, and it didn't feel very good on the palm.

Since the dead can't speak, if you really want to do divination, you can only touch your palm and ask for divination.

As for success or failure, just try it.

Su Yuanhuan came over very curiously, watched him grope Jing Bozhong's palm, and grinned: "You touch it with a sense of sincerity."

Shen Mo let go, and glared at Su Yuanhuan through the black cloth, but Su Yuanhuan couldn't see it at all.

Su Yuanhuan: "How, what's the result?"

Shaking his head silently.

Su Yuanhuan: "Can anyone figure out who the murderer is?"

Silence still shook his head, "I don't know."

Su Yuanhuan: "Then do you know where the murderer is?"

Still shaking his head in silence.

Su Yuan raised his eyebrows happily, that expression seemed to mean something to you, and after thinking about it, he put it in a more euphemistic way: "Then what exactly do you know?"

Shen Mo got up, circled around Jing Bozhong's body, groped around his body, and asked without answering, "Why did he die?"

Su Yuanhuan touched Jing Bozhong's vest, "Look."

Shen Mo leaned closer, watching Su Yuanhuan slowly pull out a long and thin silver needle from Jing Bozhong's vest.

Silence: "Just one needle?"

Su Yuanhuan: "Just one needle."

The two looked at each other, Su Yuanhuan turned his head, and shouted at the group of imperial doctors, "Please bring a doctor with better medical skills."

The crowd was commotion, and then a young doctor walked out.

The man walked slowly to the side of the two and bowed slightly, stood still with downcast eyes, his facial features were not outstanding, but they were pleasing to the eye, his face did not show sadness, but his eyes seemed to be hidden in deep pools and ancient wells, filled with sorrow for the deceased.

Sad and introverted, he is a steady and general person.

"The little doctor is Master Jing's apprentice, Cao Heming."

Su Yuanhuan nodded, pointed at Jing Bozhong's body and said, "Go and see the wound on his vest."

After Cao Heming observed for a while, Su Yuanhuan asked again: "But one shot kills you?"

Cao Heming: "This needle is going right into the large acupoint on the chest, it should be a one-shot death."

Su Yuanhuan: "Is it possible for an ordinary person to accurately penetrate into this big hole in the vest?"

Cao Heming shook his head, "It shouldn't be possible, but if there is a slight deviation, it will not be fatal."

Su Yuanhuan nodded: "That's it. The perpetrator should be someone who is good at or proficient in medical skills."

As soon as the words fell, the doctors in Zhenggang Pavilion looked at each other in groups of three and two, with strange expressions on their faces. People who are proficient in medical skills, aren't there all the people in Zhenggang Pavilion?

Doesn't this mean that everyone present is suspicious?

"And..." Su Yuanhuan elongated his voice, "There is no sign of fighting or struggling in this room, and Jing Bozhong's clothes are also neat and clean. The assailant is either a master or an acquaintance of Jing Bozhong."

Su Yuanhuan turned around and asked Cao Heming again: "What's Dr. Jing's temper? Does he have any enemies? Or, has he offended anyone recently?"

Cao Heming thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Although the master is a bit rigid, he doesn't have any enemies, and he treats others generously."

Su Yuanhuan nodded, treating people fairly generously, that is, this person's actions are acceptable and will not go too far.

Then he looked at Shen Mo and said, "Will you go to Jing Mansion with me?"

After speaking, he left silently, and Jing Bozhong's body was left by the rest of the law enforcement hall to deal with it.

The two walked quickly, and soon left the imperial palace, silently watching the lively market in front of them, but after staying in the Hall of Peeping Ji for a few days, they felt as if they had passed away.

Su Yuanhuan suddenly asked: "There is no one now, so tell me what is the result of your divination?"

Mo Mo glanced at him in surprise, he didn't say it before, but he just thought that the hexagram should have failed, and it didn't help much, but he didn't want Su Yuanhuan to think that he didn't say it because of the crowd.

Silently said: "It's the Weiji hexagram."

Su Yuanhuan asked: "What is Weiji?"

Silence: "Weiji: Heng, the little fox, Qianji, hasn't come out of the middle yet. Wetting his tail has no profit, and he can't continue to the end. It means that when a little fox crossed the river, his tail was wet by the river. Didn't come out of the middle of the river."

Su Yuanhuan: "This doesn't sound like a good thing, drowned?"

Shaking his head silently is not as simple as it sounds.

In this hexagram, the fox is fire, and if the fire is on the water, it is not good.

Fire and water have always been incompatible, when the little fox crossed the river, his tail was already wet, which meant that the river was deep, and it would be dangerous to take another step, but the little fox didn't know it and insisted on crossing the river.

Although the image of this hexagram is not good, there is a word "heng", which shows that this hexagram of Weiji is not a hexagram of certain death, but there is still a glimmer of life.

But Jing Bozhong was already dead, he must have encountered some difficulty that required a decision, and finally died without solving it.

But this hexagram also has an unstable factor, that is, it is a hexagram of a dead person.

What do the dead ask for?How do others know?

Silence is of course unknown, so he can only assume that it is a good or bad hit to predict and deduce, which is very likely to be biased.

But at least at this time, the fortune-telling system in his mind hung a line of red letters high: "The water and fire are not in order, and the solution to the hexagram is not finished."

I don't know if this can explain that this hexagram is the same, and it is still reasonable?

Walking through the market all the way, seeing the broken table at the end of the street left untouched by Silence, Silence couldn't help but said: "The law and order in Jiuzhong is really good."

Su Yuanhuan also looked over and saw that it was just an old table case, so he couldn't help laughing: "How could it be? There are countless thieves in the world, and of course Jiuzhong also has them, but only a few. There is a habitual criminal near this market The thief is only a thief, stealing some change for food, which is not too disgusting."

Shen Mo asked, "Isn't Jiu Zhong strict in the criminal law?"

Su Yuanhuan stretched while walking, and yawned: "He just stole a steamed bun and got two pennies. No matter how strict the criminal law is, he can't be killed because of such a few things. He will be released after a few days I went out. But the board in the Law Enforcement Hall is very heavy, and the thief is also a hard ass. When you ask me, I think that I haven’t seen the thief in the past few days. I guess he was hit by the board again Hiding to recuperate or finally repenting from evil?"

Nodding silently, seeing Su Yuanhuan's sleepy and lazy look, he asked, "Are you so sleepy every day?"

Su Yuanhuan rubbed his eyes blankly, and finally blinked vigorously: "Is there anything more important in this world than intoxicating sleep?"

He remained silent, only treating Su Yuanhuan as a strange person.

When they came to Jing's Mansion, they saw that the door was slightly open, and there were muffled sounds coming from inside.

Presumably, Jing Bozhong's sudden death had a huge impact on the Jing Mansion.

Su Yuanhuan didn't knock on the door, but pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing the two people pushing the door and coming in, the housekeeper immediately greeted them and bowed to salute: "It's Mr. Su, you're here."

As soon as you enter, you can feel that the whole mansion is shrouded in a mournful atmosphere, which is very uncomfortable.

Su Yuanhuan nodded, and said considerately: "Go and do it yourself, I will look around by myself."

The butler nodded yes, knowing that Su Yuanhuan must have come to investigate the case, and the mansion was already in chaos at this time, so he really walked away and left the two of them alone.

The Jing Mansion is not big, with simple decorations, but it is lush and green. As one of the deputy masters of the Zhenggang Pavilion, Jing Bozhong lives a really frugal life.

On the way here, Silence has learned a lot.

The Jing family is sparsely populated, apart from a group of female relatives, there is only one male, that is Jing Bozhong's grandson, Jing Xingning.

Jing Xingning had already reached the crown, but he was not married. It was said that he was suffering from a heart disease and was weak and sick, so he never married and kept him at home. Jing Xingning's father, Jing Bozhong's son, died of a heart disease. .

Mo Mo thought that this heart disease should be a modern heart disease.

When Jing Xingning heard that Su Yuanhuan was coming, he immediately came to receive him.

From a distance, he saw a young man with a pale and bloodless face coming over with the support of his servants. Shen Mo saw that he had to stop after walking a few steps, and he looked really terminally ill.

Walking in front of him, Jing Xingning panted slightly, and there were already fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Master Su..."

Su Yuanhuan stopped Jing Xingning who was about to salute, and asked, "Are you Jing Xingning?"

Jing Xingning replied: "Yes, the younger Jing Xingning, Jing Bozhong is the grandfather of the younger generation." He said with a sad look in his eyes, and his face became more and more haggard.

Su Yuanhuan: "Is there anything unusual about your grandfather in recent days?"

"Strange?" Jing Xingning shook his head, "Grandfather is obsessed with medical skills every day. He works tirelessly and forgets to eat and sleep. There is nothing unusual. Unexpectedly, disasters will come..."

Su Yuanhuan looked Jing Xingning up and down for a moment, and asked, "Have you had heart disease since you were a child?"

Jing Xingning smiled wryly when he heard the words, "This heart disease was brought out from the mother's womb. Xingning was different from other children since he was a child. He was not allowed to run and jump, not to go to school, and even his mood should not have too much ups and downs. As he grew older, Jing Xingning smiled bitterly. , up to now, even ordinary walking is extremely difficult and painful."

Su Yuanhuan touched his chin: "Jing Bozhong can't cure you?"

Jing Xingning was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Grandfather has always blamed himself, and my father died here, but he can't do anything about it. And Xingning has been suffering from heart disease since birth. At that time, doctors from all sides asserted that Xingning Ning won't survive until the crown, grandfather is so impatient, he can't stop studying medical skills, everything... is just to cure Xingning, Xingning sees it, but there is nothing he can do."

Su Yuanhuan asked: "Are you a crown now?"

Jing Xingning nodded, and smiled sadly: "Xingning may die soon."

Su Yuanhuan: "Where's your grandmother?"

Jing Xingning: "Grandmother fainted when she heard the news of grandfather's death, and now my mother is taking care of her old man."

Su Yuanhuan stopped asking, and only said: "You are in this body, go back and rest, let's look around by ourselves."

Jing Xingning nodded, and slowly left with the support of his servants. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Lord Su! Xingning suddenly remembered that when his grandfather came back a few days ago, he told Xingning very excitedly that he had The way to cure Xingning is to wait a few more days and heal Xingning..."

After saying that, Su Yuanhuan nodded and said he understood, and let Jing Xingning leave, while Su Yuanhuan continued to look around Jingfu in silence.

Su Yuanhuan looked at Jingfu and said, "A method that can cure heart disease? It's really unheard of."

Silently thinking about Jing Xingning's frail appearance, "Jing Xingning won't live long."

Su Yuanhuan: "It's a pity that Jing Bozhong is dead, otherwise, maybe he can really cure his heart disease. Let's go to Jing Bozhong's study first."

Jing Bozhong's study room is very messy, there are scattered medical books and straw figures full of silver needles everywhere, Mo Mo picked up a medical book and looked at it, it contained all kinds of spleen, stomach and liver, and there was nothing special about it.

After wandering around the Jing Mansion for a long time, the two of them planned to leave, but when they arrived at the door, they saw a young boy poking his head at the door, as if he didn't know whether he should come in or not.

Su Yuanhuan shouted, "Hey, the one in front, what are you doing?"

The young boy was taken aback by Su Yuanhuan, and after seeing the person clearly, he immediately bowed a few times, "My lord! The little one is from the auspicious knife shop. Master Jing once ordered a knife from us." A set of knives, and now it’s time to come, but Mr. Jing didn’t come to pick it up, so the shopkeeper ordered me to deliver the finished knives.”

Su Yuanhuan: "Knives? Show me."

The boy hesitated a little, seeing Su Yuanhuan's serious face, he shrugged his shoulders, and handed it to Su Yuanhuan, "Yes, my lord."

Su Yuanhuan took the box and opened it directly. Inside was a row of exquisite and thin knives arranged in order from largest to smallest. The largest was no more than the size of a palm, and the smallest was only as thick as a little finger.

Su Yuanhuan: "Why does Jing Bozhong ask you to make such knives?"

The little guy shook his head: "The little one doesn't know, Mr. Jing talks directly with the shopkeeper, and the little one is only responsible for delivering the goods."

Su Yuanhuan put the lid on the box and returned it to the boy, "Okay, I see, you can go in and find the butler of the Jingfu, the Jingfu is a bit chaotic now, I don't know how long it will take to knock on the door here, and there is no one when you go in." will blame you."

The young man immediately nodded happily, saluted and entered Jingfu.

Mo Mo looked at the back of the boy leaving, and knew where to go next.

Silence: "Go to the knife shop?"

Su Yuanhuan: "Let's go to the knife shop."

The auspicious knife shop is not far from Jingfu, and when they arrived at the knife shop, they met the shopkeeper, but the two of them did not ask Jing Bozhong's purpose for ordering this knife.

The shopkeeper only said that Jing Bozhong valued this knife very much. He had made several sets before, but Jing Bozhong was not satisfied with it. He thought it was not narrow enough, thin enough, or sharp enough. After the thin and sharp knife, Jing Bozhong didn't come to pick it up at the appointed time. Thinking of Jing Bozhong's eager look on weekdays, the shopkeeper was afraid that he was delayed by something, so he asked the waiter to deliver it.

But he didn't expect that Jing Bozhong was dead now, only good luck tricked people.

After wandering around for a long time, all I got was some ambiguous news.

It was getting late, Su Yuanhuan and Shen Mo arrived at the gate of the imperial palace, but did not enter.

Su Yuanhuan: "Go in, I'll go back to the Law Enforcement Hall."

Nodding silently, he already knew that Law Enforcement Hall was the only institution in Jiuzhong that did not set up a palace in the imperial palace.

Shen Mo went back to the Hall of Peeping Pole alone.

Different from the darkness and lack of light in the Hall of Peeping Ji at night before, the Hall of Peeping Ji at this time is brightly lit, as bright as day.

The 99-level white jade steps, reflecting the bright lights, seem to be wrapped in a layer of soft gauze, giving them a fairy air.

Climbing up the steps, the veil of the Hall of Observation is fluttering, and it is very quiet. There are no palace people waiting around. Through the misty veil, one can only see a figure in a black robe standing inside, with his back straight, but holding a carving. Dragon gold cane.

Mo Mo raised his hand to lift the veil, and looked carefully into the hall.

The man stood quietly beside the cold pool surrounded by curved water cups on the first floor of the Hall of Observation, his eyes under the mask stared at the bottomless cold pool, and remained motionless for a long time.

"Emperor." Shen Mo couldn't help but speak, the person in front of him was the supreme emperor of Zhan Tian Kingdom, Zhan.

The man turned a deaf ear to the call of silence, and just quietly looked at the cold pool in front of him, motionless, his eyes reflected a pool of silent pool water, gradually becoming like that pool of water, making people feel deep and bottomless.

Frowning silently, he took a step forward, trying to skip this person and go to the second floor.

Although Di Junzhan had a broken leg, he stood with a cane in a straighter posture than anyone else. Just standing there, he seemed to be surrounded by a cold feeling, and his whole person gave people a sense of unattainable It also rejects the feeling of being thousands of miles away.

When Shen Mo was about to walk to the edge of the cold pool, the man finally spoke.

"roll."

Just a cold word, but Mo Mo's legs were nailed in place. He had the illusion of being stabbed by the cold, and always felt that if he really took another step forward, he would die on the spot.

Suddenly a small call came from the other side, Shen Mo looked sideways, and saw the little servant named Zhao Bao hiding in the corner calling him.

After a moment of silence, he turned around and walked towards Zhao Bao. As soon as he approached, Zhao Bao pulled him around a corner, and went up to the second floor from the secret ladder on the other side that Mo Mo didn't know about.

And the man standing by Tan's side remained motionless, as if he didn't feel anything about this side.

"you……"

As soon as Shen Mo opened his mouth, he was stopped by Zhao Bao. He let out a "hush" and brought Shen Mo to the bedroom on the second floor, then exhaled quietly, and then restored a cold face as if changing his face, turning his head to be serious staring silently.

Zhao Bao: "Master National Teacher, it's better not to bother Your Majesty today, it will be bad if you accidentally get into trouble."

Silence asked: "What's special about today?"

Zhao Bao: "Today is March 29."

Silence: "March 29? What's so special?"

Zhao Bao looked around at this time, and he had already closed the doors and windows, but he whispered very cautiously: "Every year on March 29, Your Majesty will stay alone on the first floor of the Hall of Peeping Pole for one night, standing in the cold On the edge of the pool, some sloppy people accidentally disturbed Junshang before, and Junshang slapped him far away on the spot, his internal organs were all broken, and he didn't live for half an hour in a daze."

Silence frowned: "Why is March 29?"

Zhao Bao bowed his head, with a look of fear and sincerity, "I don't know about this little one, we, as servants, dare not speak rashly about the affairs of the emperor."

Immediately, Zhao Bao withdrew.

After thinking about it silently, he opened the door and went out to the third floor.

With the embellishment of the lights, the third floor of the Hall of Peeping Pole at night was hazy like a fairyland, silently and unconsciously glanced at the empty stone table in the pavilion, then retracted his gaze, and found a place next to a rockery with dim lights. Sit there and look up at the stars in the sky.

The sky is clear, and even at night it is clean and clear. The seven stars of the Big Dipper are intertwined with each other and are in their respective positions, which are instantly eye-catching.

He explored the fortune-telling system in his brain, "The water and fire are not in the balance, and the solution to the hexagram is not finished." A line of red letters floated high above it.

The hexagram of the dead seems to be feasible. If the solution of the hexagram goes well this time, Silence will have another skill.

And this Weiji hexagram...

Close your eyes in silence, immerse yourself in the vast divination knowledge of the fortune-telling system, and think carefully.

In the absence of prosperity, a gentleman lives by carefully distinguishing things, so he can distinguish things clearly and make a good choice.

Divination asks about things, but the hexagrams are only a few to a dozen words, but each word hides a deep mystery.

The hexagram of Weiji focuses on the turning point, if it is auspicious, it will pull its wheel, Zhenji.It is auspicious to keep the right way, and be able to walk the right way in the middle.

If it is fierce, it is to levy fierceness and benefit the great river.That is to say, the little fox finally died in the river, which is a bad omen.

Water and fire are not in harmony, hurdles are water, and separation is fire.The fire is on the water, it is difficult to save things, and it is not good.

If it is not successful, it is not accomplished, what did Jing Bozhong do to die, and this matter was not successful?

There are many changes in this hexagram, and the focus is on choices. Why did Jing Bozhong make such choices and finally brought about the disaster of killing himself?

This night, Shen Mo accidentally slept outside again, but this night Shen Mo was not as lucky as the day before. When he woke up the next day, he started sneezing one after another. His mind was dizzy and his limbs were weak.

He woke up early and went down to the first floor, the emperor was no longer seen by the cold pool, and he didn't know when he would leave.

Shen Mo simply ran out of the imperial palace, went to buy a few warm buns, and then went straight to the Law Enforcement Hall.

Su Yuanhuan himself lived in the Law Enforcement Hall, Shen Mo took the buns and walked through the outer lobby of the Law Enforcement Hall without anyone stopping him.

He went straight to the inside as if he had entered a land of no one, presumably Su Yuanhuan had explained it, or the people in the Law Enforcement Hall knew the new little national teacher, so there was no one to stop him from being silent.

Shen Mo found Su Yuanhuan's bedroom all the way, knocked on the door, but no one answered, he thought for a while, and was about to leave, just as he turned around, the door sounded softly behind him, as if a gap had been blown open by the wind, Shen Mo took a look , then gently pushed the door and went in.

Su Yuanhuan's bedroom is very simple, with nothing but essential items.

And Su Yuanhuan himself was sleeping soundly on his back lying on the bed under the quilt, unaware of the arrival of silence.

Shen Mo walked over and pushed Su Yuanhuan, seeing that he didn't respond, he only thought that this person was in a deep sleep, so he sat at the table and took out the buns and gnawed them slowly until the two big buns were finished , After drinking another pot of herbal tea, Su Yuanhuan didn't show the slightest sign of waking up.

Shen Mo sat there waiting and waiting, his brain was so dizzy from the cold that he accidentally lay down on the table and took a nap.

When I woke up again, it was already high in the sun, and the buns on the table for Su Yuanhuan were already cold, so I got up silently, came to the bedside frowning, and pushed Su Yuanhuan hard, but he still didn't respond.

"Su Yuanhuan?"

Silence called a few times, but Su Yuanhuan still didn't respond.

Upon closer inspection, it was found that the quilt covering Su Yuanhuan's body did not fluctuate at all.

Mo Mo was startled, and immediately reached out to check Su Yuanhuan's breath.

Not a breath, is this dead?

He suddenly stretched out his hand to lift Su Yuanhuan's quilt, and touched it with his hand. His body was cold, and he had no heartbeat or pulse, but his limbs were soft and not stiff. Throwing down the quilt in his hand, Shen Mo immediately turned around and wanted to call someone. As soon as he took a step, his arm was grabbed.

Surprised several times in succession, Mo Mo was a little panicked. When he turned around, he saw Su Yuanhuan clutching his arm, lazily leaning against the bed and rubbing his eyes, complaining repeatedly: "It's unreasonable, I don't feel like I can't sleep well. , little blind man, what are you tossing about?"

Shen Mo stared at Su Yuanhuan, his lips were tightly pressed and he said nothing.At this moment, the eyes of the person in front of him were blurred, and he was muttering non-stop. He couldn't connect with the person who just lay on the bed without breathing.

"Little blind man, don't stare at me like that. I can feel your steadfast staring eyes through the black cloth. Why are you so scary early in the morning?" Su Yuanhuan said as he let go of his silent arms , sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching.

Silence looked at Su Yuanhuan who was moving freely, his chest rose and fell steadily, and his face was slowly flushing, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Su Yuanhuan seemed to have finally regained his composure. When he saw the steamed stuffed bun on the table, he picked it up without washing up, took two bites and said, "You are very smart, you know how to bring me something to eat? Tsk, this stuffed bun How is it cold?"

Shen Mo finally calmed down, looked at the bright sun outside the window, and asked, "Of course it's cool after leaving it all morning."

Su Yuanhuan settled the cold steamed stuffed bun in two or three bites, winked at Silence funnyly, and said, "You won't look at my sleeping face all morning? You won't...have any special hobbies? "

silence:"……"

In the infinite silence of silence, Su Yuanhuan laughed loudly, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I want to know what you are looking for me for, go ahead and wait, I will pack up and go there, I didn't expect you, the newly appointed Little national teacher, you are quite active!"

Mo Mo walked out as he said, then glanced at the closed door behind him, frowned, Su Yuanhuan was full of doubts, but he seemed to avoid talking about it, and Mo Mo who broke the matter only hoped that it would not be in vain. Getting into trouble, I vowed to rot this matter in my stomach.

But Su Yuanhuan in the room turned down his face. After Shen Mo left, the rosiness on his face slowly faded away, leaving only a deathly cold and pale face.

He muttered to himself: "I'm careless, are you silent..."

Mo Mo walked all the way to the front hall, and then went out of the lobby, standing at the door of the law enforcement hall, watching passers-by.

What is it that is alive and kicking without a heartbeat?living dead?

Shen Mo shook his head, his dizzy head was even heavier due to the wind and cold, so he stopped thinking about it.

Silence's purpose after coming to this other world is simple, to survive.

As he said, he is greedy for life and afraid of death, he doesn't want to die.

Thinking of this, Shen Mo raised his hand to press on his heart, and pressed it, and when he thought of death, it would feel sour here, as if unwilling.

After a while, Su Yuanhuan came out in black clothes and raised his hand to give him something.

"Here, is it yours? It fell into my room."

Silence turned around, saw the thing in his hand, his pupils shrank, and he took it back immediately. It was the carved jade pendant thrown by the man with a rotten face, a broken leg and a speechless man before he died on the day the emperor visited the city.

Su Yuanhuan looked down at him, and suddenly said: "Isn't this something from Zhan Tianguo?"

"This jade is very light-transmitting, light yellow and tender green, with hidden snake patterns. It should be Lantian jade. The flowers carved on it are not the flowers that should be found in Zhantian, but kapok. The kapok comes from Kun Kingdom, which is unique to Kun Kingdom. Kun Kingdom is also rich in Lantian jade. This kind of jade is of the highest quality, which cannot be obtained by ordinary rich merchants and common people. Someone from the royal family, right? Or, you are from the royal family of Kun Kingdom? Master Guoshi, you are not simple, are you?"

Su Yuan finished talking happily, and looked at Silence playfully, with suspicion in his eyes.

After listening to him in silence, he stroked the jade pendant that was stuffed back around his waist, and said casually, "I picked it up."

Su Yuanhuan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and patted the silent shoulder while laughing: "You don't find a better reason to prevaricate me, but whatever, I, Su Yuanhuan, have never been meddlesome, and I hope you, too ..."

Silence's shoulders trembled when he was patted, knowing that Su Yuanhuan had used some strength, and also understood the hidden meaning of Su Yuanhuan's words, did the two of them have something to do with each other?

Su Yuanhuan finally stopped laughing, stopped, cleared his throat and asked, "Little Master, how should we investigate the case today?"

Mo Mo: "Go to Jing Mansion again, I want to take another look at Jing Bozhong's study."

Su Yuanhuan cheerfully agreed: "Alright, I'll listen to you! Let's go?"

The two quietly came to Jingbozhong's study in Jingfu. This time they were led by Su Yuanhuan, who seemed to be a strong martial artist, and they didn't disturb anyone.

Everything in Jing Bozhong's study room was the same as yesterday. Su Yuanhuan leaned against the door frame, looked at Shen Mo and bent over to look through the medical books scattered on the floor and on the table, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Shen Mo flipped through the medical books in his hand, these medical books were full of thoughts and notes marked by Xi Hao, which shows how obsessed Jing Bozhong is with studying medical skills.

He turned page after page, and said after a while, "Intuition."

Su Yuanhuan: "Well, if you don't want to say it, don't say it? Use your intuition to fool me."

Immediately, he was not idle, and squatted down to accompany Shen Mo and rummaged around, but it was more like making trouble.

There are many books in Jing Bozhong, and they are arranged in a very messy manner, so it is not easy to search, so I searched in silence, and before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Su Yuanhuan dropped a book in his hand and shouted, "Ah! It's boring! It's so boring!"

As he spoke, he slammed himself on the chair behind the table with a bang, put his legs up on the table, and dangled back and forth.

"Little blind man, are you hungry? What time is it? It's time to eat."

Silence ignored him, and he didn't care about his barking of "Master of the National Teacher" and "Little Blind Man" for a while, and just kept flipping through the books on his own.

Su Yuanhuan just cocked his feet, swayed his legs, and started humming a ditty out of boredom.

Suddenly, he stopped humming, retracted his legs, and reached out to touch under the table.

"There's a book in here!"

I saw him pull out a book from the interlayer between the two wooden boards under the table case.