Chapter 1288 Our work is not over yet!
A sound transmission note stopped in front of Jian.
Jian opened it, and the sound transmission note made a phantom sound - [Come to the Demon Realm. ]
"What's wrong?" Su Yan asked with concern. Knowing that he still had four heads, she was very worried that he would have an accident and lose his head by accident.
Jian looked into her eyes and said with a smile, "Change your face back to normal first."
"Yeah." Su Yan changed back to her own appearance.
Jian lowered his head and kissed her... As their lips and tongues intertwined, a certain male's eyes not only turned vertical, but also blazed with fire, "It turns out that the taste of a female is so wonderful!"
Su Yan glared at him, "This is the taste of a wife. Only the taste of a wife is so good! No other female can compare."
She had to brainwash him now to avoid him framing her in the future.
"Yes, it's the smell of my wife. When I smell other females, I don't have any desire to reproduce." Jian said hoarsely, "I have to go to the demon world."
"Go ahead. I have something to do here too." Su Yan pressed her fingertips hard on his waist, which was his favorite spot.
"Well~... I believe it. You will definitely keep eating me!" Deep in Jian Gouhun'er's charming eyes were hidden passions.
"That's right! It's delicious!" Su Yan stood on tiptoe and kissed his slender and perfect neck, biting and sucking it lightly...leaving a beautiful flower-shaped lip print.
"Keep it up, and when you come back, I'll let you taste the real goodness of my wife." Su Yan said temptingly.
"You said it, don't change your mind." Jian looked at Su Yan straight.
"You will know in the future that there is something better waiting for you!" Su Yan smiled mysteriously.
Jian left reluctantly.
After Jian left, two yamen runners came with their servants to question her.
Su Yan forgot to change back into a middle-aged woman, so the waiter was stunned when he saw her face. After a while, he asked, "Who are you? Where is Sister Su?"
Sister Su? She glanced at the mirror on the dressing table and said with a smile, "That's my sister. She went out for something. I'm her sister, Su Yan."
The bailiff looked at her face and swallowed his saliva. "Where is Miss Su from? How old is she?"
"Ten...sixteen years old, from Shenjiang City." In order to prove that he was from Shenjiang, he deliberately replied with a Shenjiang accent.
"Where's the ID badge?"
"I was attacked by three hands on the way to Beijing. I was gone."
"What a pity, what are you and your elder sister doing in Beijing?
"Come to the capital to stay with relatives."
"What relatives are you voting for?"
"Song Zhuo from the Duke of Song's Mansion."
The bailiff was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and coughed, "My last name is Xue, you can call me Old Xue or Captain Xue."
"Hello, Captain Xue."
"Uh-huh, did you know the deceased?"
“No.”
The coroner came over with a dirty talisman in his hand and whispered to Captain Xue, "There is something unclean at the scene."
"The Duke has arrived." Another bailiff came over, "He is now at the crime scene."
"Okay, I'll be there right away." Captain Xue looked at Su Yan, "That's great, Miss Su, let's go together."
"Yes, Captain Xue, please." She said casually, not expecting such a coincidence.
Su Yan had never been to the crime scene, but only heard about the case from people in the inn.
When I got closer to the room, I could sense a strong grudge from a fierce ghost. Thinking about what Jian said, a vengeful ghost was seeking revenge... It seemed that this ghost had a great grudge! Killing just this one was probably not enough.
In addition to the hereditary title of the first-rank Duke of Song, Song Zhuo's main job was to lead the Censorate and serve as the second-rank Chief Censor.
Moreover, he reached this position through his own ability by passing the imperial examination and winning the title of third place in the imperial examination.
Now, there is a faction in the court that is truly powerful and influential, and various forces are vying to curry favor with it.
There is a story that the late emperor originally wanted to select him as the top scholar, but Song Zhuo was too handsome, so he was finally awarded the title of third place and entered the Censorate to work.
Today, he has risen from the lowest position of trainee to the position of the head of one of the three ministries in the court.
Song Zhuo was stunned when he heard that his relatives were coming. Ever since he was old enough to understand, he knew that he was an orphan. Before he met the old Duke Song, he ate at the beggars' house.
When he saw Su Yan, Song Zhuo covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and was stunned for a moment, "Who are you?"
"My name is Su Yan." Su Yan moved closer to him and whispered, "I told you, our business is not over yet!"
Song Zhuo was surprised. "You, Tanghulu?"
Su Yan nodded, "Yes, keep calling me Auntie!"
Song Zhuo's eyes flashed with embarrassment, "...Let's talk about it later."
"I agree." Su Yan nodded, then looked around the guest room where the crime occurred, and finally her eyes fell on a painting hanging on the wall.
There is a small boat in the painting, and an old man wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat is sitting at the bow, hunched over and fishing. The vast river and the bare mountains in the distance give people a feeling of loneliness and desolation.
But in Su Yan's eyes, the old man was actually a young man, and he was staring at her intently.
Su Yan moved closer to the painting and said to the innkeeper, "Can you sell this painting to me?"
"Sir, I need to ask the shopkeeper first," the waiter replied.
Su Yan nodded, "Then go ahead."
"Yes, yes." The guy left immediately.
Song Zhuo said to Su Yan: "This is the crime scene. Everything is evidence."
Su Yan looked at him and said bluntly, "I want this painting."
"..." Song Zhuo looked into her eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment.
The innkeeper came and said to Su Yan, "This was painted by a master who failed the imperial examination. I thought it was a good painting, so I hung it on the wall. If you like it, you can take it. You don't have to pay for it."
Even if Su Yan didn't want it, this room was full of unlucky things and he would have to deal with them later.
"You can't take it for free." Su Yan threw a gold leaf to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper smiled happily and said, "Thank you, young lady. If you like anything else, just take it."
"Okay, I want that orchid porcelain vase too." Su Yan pointed to a vase that held a feather duster.
"Sure, sure. I'll go find a bag for you to take away." The shopkeeper responded quickly.
Song Zhuo's voice became heavier, "Nonsense! This is a crime scene!"
"I know, you guys check yours. I'm just holding a vase and a painting, the shopkeeper agreed, right?" Su Yan looked at the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper who received the gold leaf nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes. This thing originally belonged to the inn and has nothing to do with the deceased."
Afraid that Su Yan would dislike it and not want it, the shopkeeper gave an explanation.
"We have to wait until the case is fully investigated before we can return it to the inn and deal with it further." Song Zhuo looked at Su Yan with cold eyes, not allowing her to act recklessly anymore.
Su Yan curled her lips, "If you don't know what's good for you, just wait and see."
After saying that, Su Yan glanced at the painting again and went out.
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