By now, Shen Zhaoning's guilt towards Jun Beicheng had disappeared without a trace.
I might as well change my name to Jun Papi. Just take advantage of him. There's nothing to feel bad about.
On the way back to Kyoto, Shen Zhaoning tried to run away several times, but Ah You disrupted his plan.
Even when she went to the toilet, she wanted to stand by and watch, or hold Shen Tianci hostage. In the end, she had no choice but to give up.
Who said that such a big man with a small mind is easy to fool? The big dog, bear, and chicken are in trouble!
In fact, what Big Bear was thinking was: He was so bored, so he wanted to catch a kid and play with the flower rope.
And little Shen Tianci also had his own plans. He deliberately sabotaged his escape plan. How could he find his father if he really wanted to leave?
He didn't know what was going on with his parents, and why they didn't seem to know each other well after giving birth to him.
It was because of this that he wanted to find out his life experience.
And every child probably has a little obsession with the family love he never had.
How did Shen Zhaoning know that he was being tricked by his own son? The fever got worse and the illness worsened. I lay down all the way and almost died from the pain.
Returning to Kyoto, the city of right and wrong, is destined to never be a peaceful life for her in the future.
As soon as the carriage arrived at the gate of Prince Zhan's Mansion, Ah You ran away in a hurry.
This big bear was as if he had never been weaned. He couldn't think about leaving his prince for a few days, and he was still feeling aggrieved.
It's a pity that Jun Beicheng is not in the house at all, so Ah You rushes away and comes back cursing.
"Lin Wuzuo, the prince asked us to go to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment immediately after we come back. There is a corpse that you need to inspect."
Shen Zhaoning's vision went dark at that time, she was still sick! After all this, why don't you forget to exploit her?
Ah You is a loyal big bear. He will do whatever Jun Beicheng asks him to do. Who cares about the life and death of others?
He hurriedly picked up Shen Tianci and threw it to the palace steward, then drove a carriage and drove Shen Zhaoning to the prison of the Ministry of Punishments.
She was half dragged and half dragged to the prison by Ah You. The pungent smell of blood and unknown objects in the air made her cough.
The already thin body seemed to be coughing to death, and the palm-sized face was full of brokenness.
On the chair, Jun Beicheng was completely submerged in the shadows. Only the dim light hit his side face, making his already cold face even colder. His whole body exuded the aura of keeping strangers away.
He only glanced at the delicate and frail little man and frowned in displeasure. This frail look looked more like a woman's. As a man, it was simply unsightly!
He pursed his thin lips lightly and put down the tea cup in his hand. His knuckled fingers tapped impatiently on the table. The dark clothes were stained with blood, adding a bit of deterrence.
When Shen Zhaoning saw this living King of Hell, he shrank his neck in fear and suppressed his cough. His eyes clearly looked like he wanted to eat someone.
A Zuo knew that his master was in a bad mood, so he quickly said: "Lin Wuzuo, the body is lying over there. Just go over and check it out."
Shen Zhaoning dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything, so she followed Zuo with the laughing guy, and she recognized the miserable corpse at a glance as the person she drew.
The letter framed by Zhan Wangjun Beicheng was passed from this person's hand to the rebel party.
At this time, it can be said that there is no good flesh on this corpse except the face. I am afraid that all the torture instruments on the wall have been used!
The short-lived prince is so perverted!
I have experienced the apocalypse in my previous life, seen too much life and death, and some would do whatever it takes to survive.
Shen Zhaoning's heart was already colder than the knife that had been used to kill fish in the wet market for ten years.
Guilt? It doesn't exist. She knows exactly how she should stand in order to save her life.
There is no Holy Mother and no conscience in the apocalypse, and it is the same in this strange world where people eat people without spitting out their bones.
She quickly took out the dissecting tools and began to dissect the body, but she coughed a few times from time to time, and the knife in her hand was also twisted.
But it doesn't matter, she's not doing a serious dissection anyway, she's just looking for useful clues.
Not far away, Jun Beicheng turned his head slightly to watch the entire anatomy process. He wanted to see how this pretty gangster solved the case.
Seeing those green onion-like tender hands moving neatly over the corpse, the side face as white as jade became wet with sweat, which gave rise to an inexplicable sense of beauty.
This thought really disgusted him. What's so beautiful about a grown man? It’s nothing more than a disgusting white face!
Looking away, Jun Beicheng took a sip of tea and waited boredly for the autopsy results.
Precisely because he was supervising the work here, Shen Zhaoning had no choice but to extend the time for the autopsy. Otherwise, it would have been too unprofessional and suspicious to finish it in two minutes.
Shen Zhaoning had already obtained all the clues when he dissected the corpse. In addition to being tortured here, the corpse's memory before death also contained scenes of looking for someone to inform him.
This man was originally the shopkeeper of the Laifu Restaurant in Kyoto. As if he expected that he would be exposed, he asked the waiter in the store to go find a swordsman in black with a letter overnight.
The content of the letter was about the interception of the letter to frame Jun Beicheng, and then the shopkeeper was captured by the armored guards.
This clue could not be found through an autopsy, and there was no way she could tell it even if she wanted to.
But now, what she has to worry about is how to satisfy Jun Beicheng.
Otherwise, the living King of Hell will kill people if he is unhappy!
Before Shen Zhaoning could organize his words, Jun Beicheng got impatient and spoke first: "Any clues?"
Her small body trembled, and she replied weakly: "Back to the prince, this person died of punishment and excessive blood loss. My subordinates have not found any other clues."
This result was expected. Originally, Jun Beicheng didn't expect to get any clues from the autopsy. He was just curious about this little gangster's ability.
The shopkeeper was just a small boss, not the mastermind of the letter. The handwriting of the two men was very different, which showed that the criminal profile of the criminal profile was completely wrong.
In this case, how did Xiao Zuo know this person's appearance?
This was what he really wanted to find out.
Jun Beicheng's eyes were deep and full of inquiry. His unusually handsome face was difficult to distinguish due to the dim light in the cell, which made Shen Zhaoning's scalp numb.
Sure enough, you can't get away with it, even if you are a gangster these days!
Shen Zhaoning spoke tremblingly and tentatively: "However, this corpse has thick calluses on its hands. It must be a martial arts practitioner. The prince can start with the people around him. Maybe they can know something."
Jun Beicheng raised his eyebrows, and Danfeng's ruthless eyes were a little more unclear.
They arrested all the people related to the shopkeeper early in the morning. One of them was on the run, and he was obviously the one who knew about it.
Xiao Wuzuo's words sounded like an insider. If he wasn't a traitor to the party, then who did he belong to?
Are you trying to gain trust by repeatedly revealing information to him? The method is clever.
Jun Beicheng's expression was gloomy and unclear. He stood up and walked towards Shen Zhaoning. He was not hasty or slow, and every step he gave people invisible and huge pressure, which made people breathless.
Shen Zhaoning stepped back with a guilty conscience, his eyeballs rolling around under his fan-like eyelashes, trying hard to recall the details as to what had provoked this living hell.
Jun Beicheng didn't stop until she was forced to retreat.
Seeing the collapse of her psychological defense, she spoke casually, with a dangerous tone in her tone: "The person in the portrait is not the person who wrote the letter, but just a messenger. Tell me, how did you write the letter?" Can the face of the sender be known from his handwriting? Huh?"
