Xiao Yanli was almost driven mad with anger.
He had always hidden his emotions very deeply, was measured in his actions, and rarely got angry. But at this moment, his face was completely gloomy, his expression was tense, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
Because of Jiang Zhiyu's push just now, he was now supporting the corpse with one hand, and the other hand was empty, and a storm seemed to be brewing in the palm of his hand.
The atmosphere around him at this moment seemed to have turned into a fully drawn bowstring that could break at any moment.
"Ahem."
The sudden cough suddenly attracted everyone's attention and broke the almost stagnant atmosphere.
He Yanting covered his lips.
The scarlet in Xiao Yanli's eyes disappeared in an instant, and the internal force condensed in his palm also dissipated.
He let out a light breath, as if letting out the depression in his heart, and sneered in his heart.
Forget it, let her save her life for the time being.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhiyu asked softly.
【Why did you start coughing for no reason?】
[Is it possible that it got caught in the wind on the roof?]
[So delicate.]
The 'delicate' He Yanting: "..."
Xiao Lingyu: "Puff——"
His laughter was not loud, and everyone's eyes were on He Yanting, so no one noticed him.
He Yanting waved his hand and said, "It's okay, maybe I just choked a little."
Jiang Zhiyu's gaze moved around him before retracting to Xiao Yanli. Seeing that Xiao Yanli's face had returned to calm, a trace of regret flashed across Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.
【Just go crazy for a while, and you can still hit a few more. 】
"Sixth brother, then the autopsy..."
Xiao Lingyu asked tentatively. Xiao Yanli pursed his lips slightly, and his fingers holding the corpse were curled up. Anyone could see the reluctance on his face.
But soon, Xiao Yanli loosened his grip: "I lost my composure just now. If you want to test it, go ahead."
He lowered his eyes to look at the corpse, his eyes filled with grief.
Apart from the onlookers, no one had the heart to appreciate his acting skills. Jiang Zhiyu flexed his wrist and said, "Then put it down. I'll test it."
Xiao Yanli couldn't hold it back, and his sad expression instantly disappeared.
His tone couldn't hide his shock: "You, you come?!"
But he soon realized his mistake and covered it up by saying, "There's no need to say that. The prince has already sent for the coroner."
"The Ministry of Justice is far away from here, so the autopsy should be done as quickly as possible. The sooner we get clues, the sooner we can track down the assassin." Jiang Zhiyu looked at him pretending not to understand, but her smart eyes were full of provocation.
Beads of sweat slowly dripped from Xiao Yanli's forehead, and his hands holding the corpse tightened again and again.
Jiang Zhiyu tilted her head and smiled. The sun was shining brightly, but Xiao Yanli was sweating profusely.
"Your Highness's repeated refusal makes me feel that there is something fishy going on here."
Xiao Yanli shuddered all over, and when he looked at Jiang Zhiyu, he finally came to his senses.
She knew, she always knew!
She had known for a long time that this person was not Song Shiwei, so she used the word "autopsy" to provoke herself!
She was just teasing herself on purpose to see how flustered she was!
But he also clearly realized that no matter how much he wanted to kill Jiang Zhiyu, he could not change his current situation.
If it weren't for Song Shiwei's constant pestering in the mansion, he wouldn't have ended up in such a passive situation!
The human skin mask might fool the coroner, but it could never fool Jiang Zhiyu.
He originally wanted to portray himself as a completely unaware, perfect victim, but now it is completely the opposite. No matter what he does or says, he will always be the most suspicious.
After realizing this, Xiao Yanli calmed down. He put the body on the ground and stood up: "Jiang Yushi is too suspicious. Please."
He didn't say another word, with his arms folded across his chest, not knowing what he was thinking.
As I said before, Shengjing City is most short of topics to talk about.
Autopsies were common, but this was the first autopsy to be held on this street, so the onlookers all stared with their eyes wide open. Some people covered their eyes with their hands in disgust, but still secretly left a crack.
Jiang Zhiyu half-crouched down, and did not rip open the belly of the person in the street as everyone thought. He just pretended to lift up his clothes and take a few looks, then pulled out the flying knife and handed it to He Yanting. Then, when he stood up, he suddenly said "Huh".
Everyone was a little disappointed that they didn't see the scene they expected, but after hearing the "Huh", they perked up again.
what happened?
…
Five men in black were kneeling in front of Xiao Chuji, with two corpses lying beside them. They were the sedan chair bearers.
One of them looked pale and kept saying in defense, "Your Highness, please understand. That flying knife was not done by me. As soon as I got into the wedding sedan, the flying knife was already stuck in her body. She was dead."
Xiao Chuji rubbed his brows, and the books on the table made a rustling sound as he flipped through the pages.
"Can you see the pattern of the flying knife clearly?"
"It's hard to see clearly. The flying knife is stuck in her body and covered by clothes, but just looking at the handle, it does look somewhat similar to ours."
"Somewhat similar..."
Xiao Chuji murmured and repeated, and the man in black said, "Your Highness, these sedan bearers are definitely not ordinary people. Judging from their martial arts skills, they seem to be the work of Qian Suihan."
The sound of turning pages suddenly stopped.
Xiao Chuji stood up and walked past them. He kicked the body and turned it over to face down. Then he picked up the boiling hot tea next to him and poured it on the body.
Along with the sound of water, the marks on the corpse gradually became apparent.
Xiao Chuji's expression changed unpredictably, and he suddenly raised his hand and smashed the teapot.
Fragments flew everywhere, accompanied by Xiao Chuji's low growl: "Great! You really have a plan that's perfect! You're willing to even give up the treasure just to get rid of me!"
The men in black were silent as a mouse, not daring to make a sound.
Xiao Chuji obviously couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He paced back and forth in the study room in annoyance, his breathing becoming heavier. Then, he suddenly drew out the hanging sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the man in black who spoke first.
Everyone's faces were filled with horror. The man in black was trembling all over. He wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat.
But Xiao Chuji did not stab him. Instead, the tip of the sword slowly moved from him to another person.
The man was horrified: "Your Highness, Your Highness, spare my life, it's not me, no..."
With a "puff", the sword sank into the man's chest. Xiao Chuji stabbed him a few times in anger before speaking impatiently, "Shut up."
His eyes fell on the kneeling person again. Just as everyone's heart was hanging in the air, a man came in jogging from outside the door.
He whispered in Xiao Chuji's ear for a while, and Xiao Chuji's expression changed again. After a while, he said, "Really?"
"The people on the street saw it too, right in front of the Sixth Prince's mansion. It's absolutely true."
Xiao Chuji laughed out loud: "Great! This guy has shot himself in the foot. Let's go! Let's take a look!"
As the saying goes, nothing happens alone. Jiang Zhaorong on the other side also received the news.
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