"Zhang Fanqing, this is Lord Jiang, the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple in the capital. Let Lord Jiang take a look at the wound on your back." Ouyang Xun said with a stern face.
"Then Lord Jiang, please go inside first."
"Nonsense, what are you doing in here?!" Ouyang Xun glared at him. "I'm telling you, Lord Jiang is getting married soon, don't let your imagination run wild!"
Zhang Fanqing glanced at Jiang Zhuo with a bit of grievance, "Sir, if you don't come into the house, are you going to let me take off my clothes right here?"
Not to mention being watched by people, even the weather is enough to freeze people.
Jiang Zhuo glanced at Ouyang Xun speechlessly, then walked straight into the room.
Each and every one of them makes me worry!
Jiang Zhuo stepped into Zhang Fanqing's house, and the scene inside the house instantly came into his sight.
It is very clean and tidy, with a spotless floor and neatly arranged objects, all of which show the owner's careful care.
He walked to the table and sat down, then began to look around the room.
The bed was decorated with exquisite carvings, and the bedding was neatly folded. The bookshelves against the wall were neatly arranged on the shelves. The potted plants by the window, their emerald green leaves looked vibrant in the sunlight.
"The flowers are nice." Jiang Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said.
"It's not worth much."
Zhang Fanqing took a casual glance, then turned around and took off his coat, revealing the wound on his back.
His skin was very white and the wound on his back was extremely obvious.
"Yeah." He glanced away after just one look.
The size and depth of the wound were almost exactly the same as those of human skin.
"Sir, won't you touch it and see for yourself?"
“No need.”
Want to take advantage of him?
Zhang Fanqing put on his clothes with some regret, and then said with some concern, "Sir, please protect me. I don't want to die."
"Yes." Jiang Zhuo nodded. "Master Ouyang, send someone to protect him closely these days. Don't let the murderer succeed."
"yes."
"Sir, I can apply for your protection."
Jiang Zhuo narrowed his eyes, "Why?"
"This... I think that if that person really comes, you can quickly catch him." Zhang Fanqing said hesitantly.
"Lord Ouyang, look at me. I've only been here for two days, but I'm already better than you were in twenty years." Jiang Zhuo chuckled. "How did you train your officers and soldiers? You've left the people feeling insecure."
"Add two more teams to guard this courtyard for me!" Ouyang Xun ordered through gritted teeth. "Protect him closely; don't let him out of your sight for even a moment!"
"yes."
Jiang Zhuo stood up and left, and before leaving he took another look at the flowers on the windowsill.
Zhang Fanqing stared at Jiang Zhuo's back with a hint of regret in his eyes, as if he was reluctant to see him leave.
"Go around and ask around about Zhang Fanqing's personality. Make sure you find out before nightfall tomorrow." Jiang Zhuo instructed Chang Feng, "Especially his preferences and living habits."
"...Sir, you are about to get married. Even if you can't help yourself, you can't find a man, right? This is unfair to the princess."
Changfeng had a complicated expression. He didn't think Zhang Fanqing was that likable.
"What's the meaning?"
"He's not the murderer, he's the one being targeted by the murderer. You asked me to find out everything about Zhang Fanqing's preferences. You don't have any selfish motives, do you?"
"Go check!"
Jiang Zhuo raised his foot and kicked Changfeng. Has his temper improved recently?
"Go! Go! Go……"
Sure enough, the young master went crazy as soon as he left the princess.
Despite his complaints, Changfeng still acted quickly. He visited all the neighbors and even went to the teahouse and bookstore that Zhang Fanqing frequented to inquire about the matter.
On the second night, Jiang Zhuo was leaning over the desk writing something when Changfeng pushed the door open.
"Young Master."
"Tell me what you asked." Jiang Zhuo didn't even raise his head, still holding the pen and writing.
"Zhang Fanqing is a low-key, gentle person. He's kind and generous, and a good man. Aside from his homosexuality, he has almost no other shortcomings. He's been studying hard, hoping to pass the imperial examinations. When he's free, he likes to play with flowers and plants.
I usually sell calligraphy and paintings to earn some money. Apart from daily living expenses, I spend all the money on flowers and plants."
Jiang Zhuo nodded.
"Also, he's very tolerant. You could say he's a very ripe soft persimmon."
Jiang Zhuo stopped writing and removed the paperweights on both sides.
"Based on what you've heard and your impression of Zhang Fanqing yesterday, do you think there's anything wrong?"
"Hmm..." Changfeng thought for a moment, "I think it's a little unreasonable for him to ask you to protect him."
"Most people are afraid of you when they see you, and few dare to ask you for anything. But if he loves you..."
Jiang Zhuo snorted coldly.
"If I tell you clearly that I will kill you in seven days, will you still be in the mood to talk about love?"
"It's also possible that he was too scared, so he had the courage to ask you to protect him."
"A person who was scared enough to muster the courage to make a request could even logically state that it was not acceptable to take off clothes in front of officers and soldiers."
From the time Jiang Zhuo entered the yard, saw Zhang Fanqing, to the time he left the yard, he felt almost no fear.
He was very calm. Either he was strong enough not to be afraid, or he knew that no one would kill him.
Furthermore, since he loved his flowers so much, he could actually say "worthless" when praising them. Furthermore, the look in his eyes when he looked at those flowers showed no affection at all, and even a hint of disdain.
"Either his character is fake, or he is fake."
"Ah?" Chang Feng was puzzled. "Master, are you saying that Zhang Fanqing might be the murderer?"
"Zhang Fanqing...tsk." Jiang Zhuo said softly, "Let's go take a look at those skins."
Jiang Zhuo stood up and took Changfeng to the place where human skins were stored again. He recalled the wounds he saw on Zhang Fanqing today and compared them with those in front of him.
"Sir, isn't this the same as what's on Zhang Fanqing?"
Changfeng couldn't see anything wrong no matter how hard he looked at it. It must have been done by the same person.
“Why is it the same?”
"Because it was done by the same murderer!"
What's wrong with your brain, sir? Did you forget to bring it with you in the capital?
"The skin at the incision is smooth, with no signs of curling. What does this mean?" Jiang Zhuo asked with a frown.
"This means the person was peeled open when they couldn't feel any pain." Changfeng blinked, suddenly realizing something. "Zhang Fanqing's wound didn't curl up, which means he didn't feel any pain at all."
"Strange, could this person not feel pain?" Jiang Zhuo murmured softly, "But as long as the person is alive, how could their skin and flesh be like that of a dead person?"
Unless, Zhang Fanqing is also a dead man.
That's too scary!
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