Chapter 186 The Mysterious Box and the Mysterious Collision

This is a blatant logical trap!

How come it's correct after just one turn?! They even brought out "because and therefore".

"While I may not be as good as Your Highness at deducing and solving cases, it's not easy for Your Highness to fool me." She pouted. "Why should I need others' advice on my own feelings? That's inappropriate."

Li Jin clicked his tongue: "You're really not someone to be fooled."

He changed his approach, using the same tactics he employed a few months earlier in the Imperial College murder case to deal with the killer who tried to solve everything with money.

Since we can't trick Jin Shu into a logical trap, we should follow her line of thinking and find an opportunity through another route.

"I'm just curious, what kind of person could earn your respect, sir?" He smiled faintly. "If it were some fame-seeking opportunist, wouldn't that tarnish the reputation of the Six Doors' Shadow faction?"

During their conversation, the carriage gradually entered the territory of the capital city along a small river.

The surrounding landscape was no longer a plain. The sounds of birds and flowing water, along with the fresh air unique to the mountains and forests, and Li Jin's "harmless" appearance, all assaulted Jin Shu's senses.

She pondered for a moment and realized that Li Jin's words made some sense. Although the other party was not someone who sought fame or fortune, it would indeed be inappropriate to send the wrong thing.

"Actually, he's not a very special person. I just wanted to prepare a gift for my master." She smiled and said, "I've been with the Six Doors for more than half a year now, and my master has helped me a lot. I wanted to give him something during the Mid-Autumn Festival to express my gratitude."

Jin Shu's master was Yan Zhao.

Only then did Li Jin finally feel relieved, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I wondered who it was, but it turns out to be Lord Yan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Shu nodded and added, "And Lord Zhu as well."

Li Jin was taken aback.

“Lord Zhu of the Ministry of Justice,” she said, a faint smile on her face.

Outside the carriage, Bai Yu's ears were practically pressed against the carriage wall. Zhou Zheng, who was driving, was sitting upright, but his attention was entirely on the back of his head.

After a long silence inside the carriage, Li Jin's incredulous voice finally rang out: "Zhu Dongli?!"

Before her, Jin Shu raised her hand and wiped the tip of her nose: "Well, before coming to Shengzhou, I met Lord Zhu a few times. He told me a lot about the techniques of Corpse Language and gave me several books. I want to take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival to give him a return gift."

Outside the car, the sound of water was gurgling. Zhou Zheng slowly turned his head and looked at Bai Yu beside him.

He mouthed: You didn't tell the prince about this?

Bai Yu grinned, shook his head, and mouthed in response: "His Highness only said to report serious matters that endanger safety."

Zhou Zheng's eyes widened, and he nodded with a look of sympathy: That's it.

Those three words left Bai Yu completely bewildered.

Bai Yu was not the only one bewildered; Jin Shu was too.

On her second day back in Beijing, Jin Shu, who should have been in the coroner's office, was standing in the middle of a wide street in the West Market.

She stared blankly at the banners swaying in the wind on both sides of the road.

This is the most prosperous place in the Great Wei Dynasty.

The West Market had many shops run by foreigners, offering more novelties and was much more bustling than the East Market.

But when Jin Shu got off the carriage, she really thought they were there to investigate a case.

It wasn't until Li Jin leisurely led her to three shops and asked three times, "Is there anything you like?" that she asked in surprise, "Weren't we out here to inspect the shops today?"

Li Jin frowned: "Does the gentleman really think he is the King of Hell of Youzhou? There aren't that many cases in the capital."

He walked towards the most bustling area of ​​the West Market: "Lord Yan has never liked extravagance, so you should choose something more simple."

After saying that, Li Jin skipped over Zhu Dongli and didn't say anything more.

Looking at the dazzling array of goods in the shops and stalls, Jin Shu was overwhelmed by the indecisiveness.

She turned around, holding an inkstone in one hand and a jade pendant in the other, and asked, "How are these two?"

He glanced at it and said, "Inkstone."

Seeing that Jin Shu was still having trouble making a decision, he took the jade pendant from her hand and said, "This is something that can't be given away casually. If you like it, I'll give you mine."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang was heard outside the shop.

Right in front of Li Jin, two carriages collided.

One of the cargo carts tilted, and a large red wooden box slipped off.

It made a thud the moment it landed.

The other car looked very familiar to Li Jin.

"The Grand Tutor's carriage?" Li Jin looked at the special patterns painted on one of the carriages, then his gaze fell on the large red box on the ground.

With just one glance, he turned back and said jokingly, "Take back what I said earlier. Mr. Jin really does seem to have a case wherever he goes."

Jin Shu gave an awkward laugh, her lips pressed into a thin line, unable to refute Li Jin's words.

She also saw the red box, noticing the cracked edges and the seepage of what appeared to be blood.

As Li Jin emerged from the shop, he instructed An Ying to bring men from the Jingzhao Prefecture while standing behind the cargo cart, blocking the driver who was trying to move the boxes.

"What's in here?" he asked.

The driver shook his head: "I was just following orders, I don't know."

Seeing that someone was blocking the way for carrying the box, the coachman of the Grand Tutor's carriage, whose path was being blocked by the box, raised his voice: "What's going on with you? Why aren't you moving this box? Can't you see there are quite a few people blocking the way?"

He looked at the cart driver with disdain: "Our young master said that you didn't have to pay for the damage you caused to our carriage. Just move aside."

The driver nodded repeatedly, "I'll move it right away, I'll move it right away."

The middle-aged driver, around forty years old, hurriedly ran to the box, bent down, found the right position with both hands, and lifted it up with force.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the split part of the box cracked open with a loud "snap," creating a wide gash.

From the opening, a bloodless hand fell out.

The Beijing residents who had been watching the spectacle just moments before suddenly gasped in surprise and took several steps back in unison.

The cart driver carrying the boxes collapsed to the ground, his face pale, pointing at the boxes: "This! This!..."

For a long time, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Jin Shu stepped forward, squatted down beside the box, and tapped and knocked on it until the lid slowly opened.

Upon seeing the interior, the coachman, who had been so arrogant just moments before, was so frightened that he couldn't utter a single word.

With Zhou Zheng absent, Li Jin took out the Black Dragon Token from the Six Doors (a government agency) from his pocket and asked the terrified coachman, "Whose money are you taking, and where are you taking this corpse?"

Then the coachman, who was sitting on the ground, tremblingly took out a letter from his pocket: "This, this is the person. Have him transported to the outer city."

Li Jin took the letter from his hand.

This is an official document stating that the box should be transported to the designated location at a specified time.

However, the signature at the end reads "Su Hang".

It was Su Hang, the eldest son of Grand Tutor Su Yu.

It was the person sitting in the carriage next to them.

Li Jin frowned. Could there really be such a coincidence in the world?