Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Chapter 413: The ghost's life is here

At that time, the seven heads of the gangs had already appeared in Yuzhou City.

What about the other two?

The bodyguard continued to report, "The subordinates originally intended to continue to listen to what they said, but Li Mingzhou pulled Yun Tongyang into the room, and we had to return."

Isn’t that weirder?

What is the secret between Yun Tongyang and Li Mingzhou?

Jing Rong can't think of it for the time being, but maybe this is a new clue.

He had planned to go to Ji Yunshu, but instead he thought that the woman hadn't taken a good rest in two days, and now told her, wouldn't it be another toss.

So he immediately dismissed this idea!

But at this time, Ji Yunshu sat anxiously in the room, looking at the door from time to time guarding his time.

It really is an obedient person.

She squeezed her eyebrows and sighed while holding her forehead.

The brain is full of cases!

In the end, Huo Ran got up, and just walked to the door, when Shi Zi's body was in front of her.

"Mr. Ji, the prince said, let you rest well."

"It's only two days. I can't do nothing while sitting."

"No."

"Zi Juan, I'm really not tired. If you look at me at the words of the prince, I will be suffocated inside."

"but……"

"Don't be any more, I'm going to find Master Master now and ask him to get some information about this case."

Unable to be stopped by Shi Ziya, she gently pushed her away and went straight to the study room where Wen Lingyang was working.

It's just around two corridors!

Wen Lingyang was writing something inside, and when Ji Yunshu came in, he laid down his hands and quickly got up to meet, "Mr. Ji, why are you here?"

"You showed me some files before. I want to see if there is any other information."

To be clear!

Wen Lingyang hurriedly took out a record book that he carried with him, and handed it over, "The materials of the case are generally recorded in the case file, and the above records are some of the notes I casually took at the scene of the crime, Look, Mr. Ji, can I help you?"

"Thank you."

She took it over, sat down in a chair next to her, and turned her head without looking up, saying, "Master Master doesn't care about me, you continue to write your words."

Wen Lingyang nodded without disturbing her.

She looks at her, he writes his!

After about half a candle, she closed the book and walked to the desk case, tilting her head to look at the words written by Wen Lingyang on the paper.

Clean, one stroke at a time and full of force!

"Looking at people's shadows, enduring to be promoted, I returned to the same year and saw my old one by one."

Even if Pei taught her many poems at that time, her "culture" level is not garbage, and she can pop out one or two meaningful poems casually, but -

"What are these four poems of Master Li?"

Wen Lingyang put the pen back on the ivory pen holder and met Ji Yunshu's sight.

"Mister is very versatile, don't you understand the meaning of these four poems?"

"Study is shallow!"

He smiled, "Actually, these four poems are not difficult to understand. If you want to come and think about it carefully, you will understand."

"Really? Okay, so I will write down these four poems intentionally, and think about it after the case is over."

"Mr. Sui."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Ji Yunshu put the notebook on the table and pushed it in front of him, "Thank you, I have finished reading."

"But are there clues?"

"Not yet."

"What's the next plan for Mr.?"

In this question, Ji Yunshu also had no idea. She shook her head, but her eyes went to the box beside the ivory pen holder.

The box is divided into three layers, painted with brick red paint, with very fine patterns carved on it, and there is a small iron ring on the top of the box, which seems to be used for hanging there.

The box doesn't look like something that will appear here, and it doesn't seem to be owned by a man like Wen Lingyang.

Together with curiosity, she asked, "This box looks pretty good, is it Master Li's?"

He nodded!

"Oh? In such an exquisite box, could Master Ye be holding the four treasures of the study?"

She stared curiously.

Wen Lingyang smiled warmly and warmly, and opened the first layer of the box generously and showed it to her.

"When I went to Changfu for a post-mortem before I met Mr. Ji, I also brought an exquisite sandalwood box. I also have this habit below. I will bring this with me when I go out, so as not to break the pen when the roommate records the case, and I also I am used to writing brushes made by myself, not used by others."

"So, what about the second floor?"

He opened the second floor again, inside which were small paper shafts tied one by one with thin threads, neatly arranged for more than twenty.

"This is also just in case, after all, sometimes there are too many things to record, and the paper on the body is not enough. If you are in the wilderness, it is difficult to find a piece of paper, so you have to prepare it yourself."

"Master Master is really careful."

She complimented her eyes on the bottom third floor.

Even more curious about what was installed in the third floor!

Wen Lingyang knew her thoughts, but he did not intend to hide it, so he was reaching out to pull away--

suddenly--

The outside ran in a panic and came in alone, rubbing against the corner of the table.

Slam!

"The ghost's life is coming, the ghost's life is coming..."

As the man shouted, he quickly burrowed under the table, holding his knees firmly in the arms and staring at the ground with his eyes loose.

He kept saying, "The ghost is dying for life."

Seeing this sudden scene, Ji Yunshu and Wen Lingyang were both confused.

Only after a proper response did he see the man under the table.

His hair is messy, his face is stubborn, a rough old man in his forties, his lips are pale, his eyes are horrified, but the messy clothes on this person are made of silk, and the material is not like ordinary people. of.

The whole person shrank tightly under the table, shaking all over!

How is this going?

Ji Yunshu first glanced at Wen Lingyang, and Wen Lingyang shook his head, not knowing.

Only then did she walk carefully, crouching slowly, trying to focus on the man's line of sight, but the man's eyes were not expressive, with endless panic.

She asked in a soft voice, "Are you?"

"The ghost is here, and the ghost is here..."

"What ghost? Who wants your life?"

"Ghosts, ghosts are asking for life!"

"Why do you ask for life? Who are you?"

"The ghost is dying."

There is only one sentence in the man's mouth.

Ji Yunshu couldn't figure out what was going on, and he was puzzled.

At this time, a little man in Yamen hurried in, and when he saw the man under the table, he patted his thigh.

"Ouch, why are you here?"

He was about to pull forward.

But the man refused to come out, and the two pulled and pushed, sweating.

Ji Yun simply stopped the man and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Xiao Zuo touched a sweat, helpless, back, "Mr. Ji, I don't know, I had planned to go out from the back door to sell something. Where did I know that this madman suddenly rushed in, and I turned around and disappeared, I After searching for most of the day, I was hiding here."

Run in by yourself?