Ye Qing smiled brightly and said with clear eyes:
"It's okay. If you need anything, just let me know."
Then, Ye Qing pointed at himself and said with a proud smile:
"No one in Huaiyang City can help me with this matter of ghostwriting."
The extremely confident words made He Wen pause in his action of opening the lotus leaf bag.
Seeing that Ye Qing was not talking nonsense, a rumor appeared in his mind.
He Wen, with a strange expression, asked:
"The strongest gunman in Pinglefang?"
"Brother He, you have such good eyesight!" Ye Qing gave a thumbs up to praise the other person and he was also praising himself. He blinked his eyes and said, "I am not talented, but I am!"
hiss!
He Wen gasped, his eyes full of reverence.
He casually placed the lotus leaf bag on the table, staring at Ye Qing with his bright eyes, as if he had met a peerless master, begging him to teach him his peerless secrets:
"Brother Ye, my admiration for you is as endless as the mountains and flowing water!"
“Any tips or secrets?”
"Can you give me some pointers, don't ask me to make a stunning quatrain, just make sure I don't make a fool of myself!"
The appearance of He Wen made Ye Qing feel dazed, and his past life appeared in his mind, the three urgent days of preparing for the college entrance examination day after day.
He was a scumbag at mathematics, and like He Wen, he asked the God of Study how to get a perfect score in mathematics and whether he could teach him some tips so that he would have a higher chance of getting the multiple-choice questions right.
At that time, the God of Study said to him with a puzzled face: "Does this simple question need to be covered? Don't you know the answer just by looking at it?"
Then, the God of Learning told him a so-called 'simple technique' that made his mind go blank, his eyes dull, and he was confused!
Now, being regarded as the god of learning by He Wen, he decided to tear up He Wen's umbrella and pour a basin of water on it. It had to be ice water with ice cubes added.
He had been exposed to the rain back then, and now even if Ye Qian came to ask him for advice, she would have to let him tear up the umbrella, kick it to pieces and throw it away, and let him get out in the rain honestly.
He Wen's sharp eyes instantly caught the flash of a smirk on Ye Qing's face.
His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt something bad. He quickly changed his words:
"However, the investigation is important right now. Once I finish this case, I will have to bother Brother Ye when I have free time."
Haha~
Ye Qing chuckled, picked up a piece of braised pork in a lotus leaf bag, and said warmly:
"Hey~ Brother He is out of town, isn't he?"
"Writing poetry is very simple. After dinner, I will tell you about it. I will make sure that you are enlightened and can speak well!"
As if he was talking about an insignificant thing, He Wen felt a little sad and looked at Ye Qing with envy and said:
"It's so irritating to see people compare to each other. If I were to write poetry, it would be like drinking water..."
After a pause, He Wen sighed: "I can't even think about it!"
The next moment, the two looked at each other, smiled, and started eating and drinking.
After eating and drinking enough.
Ye Qing sat on a small wooden chair, looking at the golden pheasants at his feet pecking at the chicken bones that had been specially thrown away, with a contented expression on his face.
He Wen on the side was rubbing his belly and burping with satisfaction.
He glanced at the golden pheasant and said with a smile:
"I don't know if this golden pheasant is complaining about its milkiness."
A sudden joke.
Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, and then burst into hearty laughter.
Hahahahaha!
"Brother He, you are so interesting!"
The two chatted for a while.
Ye Qing suddenly asked:
"Brother He, it is written in Master Ziyuan's examination that he was lying on his right side, curled up, with his arms folded, his left fist and right claw."
"Based on this posture, could it be that before the death of Master Ziyuan, he took something in his right hand, and after the murderer took it away, his right hand did not take back, causing it to be in this posture?"
He Wen, who instantly stopped smiling, frowned and thought for a moment, then said with bright eyes:
"It is indeed possible. If you think about it this way, then I think the error in word checking will make sense."
Speaking of which, He Wen, who had stayed up late to compose poems and was mentally exhausted and hadn't slept enough yet, was a little bloated. He raised his hands and rubbed his left and right temples, analyzing each word:
"Aweng told me before that after a person is injured and falls to the ground, he will subconsciously protect the wound and assume a position that makes him feel comfortable."
"The curling up of Ziyuan's body is a manifestation of self-protection."
"As for Ziyuan Zhenren's wound is under his left rib, his right hand should subconsciously protect the wound."
"What's more, he is still in the Sanqing Palace, which is full of fire."
"Being burned by the fire is extremely painful. Even if the right hand is not turned into a palm and pressed against the wound, it should be clenched into a fist."
Ye Qing, who didn't understand these things, heard what He Wen said and realized that after he was injured since he was a child, he would indeed hide his wounds subconsciously or protect them with his hands.
At the same time, I think of the changes in word checking mentioned by Shadow Guard.
He secretly said: "According to He Wen, Mr. Xiao is an experienced operator, and He Wen is also a detective genius."
"The fact that the right hand became a claw will definitely make the two of them notice something wrong with the body, and think about whether there is something in Ziyuan's right hand that was taken away by the murderer."
"It seems that, as the shadow guard said, there has been a change in the examination of words. The previous record in the file was that the hands formed fists."
then.
Ye Qing's heart was full of doubts again: "But He Wen was keenly aware that something was wrong when I asked the question casually."
"Even if He Wen doesn't know that the word test has been changed, then he and Mr. Xiao Wang will definitely notice if the word test doesn't match up when he chats with Mr. Xiao Wang."
Think of this.
Ye Qing asked pretending to be puzzled:
"Brother He, according to what you said, Mr. Xiao is an experienced old man. He should be able to detect the problem of his right hand becoming a claw instantly, right?"
When He Wen was asked, his original joy of realizing that the word verification was wrong disappeared. He frowned slowly and said softly:
"You're right. Aweng will definitely notice this difference, but he just said that there is something wrong with Master Ziyuan's word verification record."
"In other words, he noticed something was wrong with his right hand turning into a claw, but he didn't tell me."
He Wen's expression became complicated, and his thoughts were racing.
He instantly guessed what Aweng Xiao Wang meant.
Bang!
He Wen stood up suddenly, and the stool under his butt fell down.
He looked at Ye Qing and said anxiously: "You and I should go find the magistrate now."
As soon as the words fell, the two ran out.
On the way, Ye Qing suddenly looked at He Wen and said, "Your courtyard door is not closed."
He Wen said unconcernedly: "The fence that is half a man high is really full of thieves, and it is useless even if the door is closed."
Ye Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and touched his nose.
If you care, you will be confused, and you have completely forgotten about it.
Huaiyang government office.
Panting, the two people appeared at the door of the prefect's duty room.
The two looked at each other, adjusted their clothes, took a deep breath, and said in unison:
"I wrote a congratulatory message and asked to see the prefect."
"Ye Qing, a subordinate of the torture chamber, would like to see the prefect."
A majestic voice sounded from the duty room.
"Come in!"
