Song Zhi wanted to help.
He eagerly looked at Jing Rong.
However, he had accomplished nothing besides writing poems and dramas.
How could he help?
Moreover, he was so thin and weak!
Of course, Jing Rong wouldn't say it out loud. He only said, "You might not be able to help me with this matter."
"As long as I can help you, I will help you."
"You should go back."
"I …"
Jing Rong got up and went upstairs.
Song Zhi wanted to chase after him, but Bai Yin blocked his way like a wall. Her face said, "Stop!"
Song Zhi didn't know why, but he was afraid of him.
He pursed his lips and stopped in his tracks. He could only watch Jing Rong's back as he went upstairs.
When Jing Rong reached Ji Yunshu's door, it opened.
After resting for the whole morning, Ji Yunshu's complexion was rosy and she looked much more energetic.
It was as if she knew he would knock on her door.
"Are you done?" she asked.
Jing Rong's lips curled into a smile. With a hint of arrogance, he handed the thing Bai Yin gave him to her. "When have I ever disappointed you?"
'Oh my!
Look at your smug face. '
Ji Yunshu's crimson lips slowly curved into a smile. She took the thing.
It was a booklet.
Something was recorded on it.
She took it and entered the room.
Jing Rong followed her in the afternoon.
She read it attentively.
He sat at the side and quietly sipped his tea, not disturbing her.
About the time it took to drink two cups of tea later.
Ji Yunshu finished reading and handed it to Jing Rong. "You read it too."
At this moment, he was completely focused on watching.
Ji Yunshu sat at the side and didn't disturb him.
After Jing Rong finished reading, he gently closed the booklet. He frowned and said, "It seems like there's a big story behind it."
Ji Yunshu said, "It's not just a story. It's a sad story. "
Jing Rong sighed and nodded.
What was written in it?
Why did the two of them feel so emotional?
A moment later.
Ji Yunshu asked, "What about the other thing I wanted?"
Jing Rong said, "It's done."
"Then let's go."
Just as she was about to leave, Jing Rong stood up and pulled her hand. He said with concern, "There's no rush. You can rest for a while."
"I'm not that weak."
"You don't understand me."
"Hmm?"
Jing Rong held her hand tightly. His originally cold and stern eyes darkened, and with a trace of worry, he said seriously, "I know it's impossible for you to ignore this case, but you should know that the more you act out of line, the more worried I am."
Ji Yunshu understood what he was trying to say.
She had a charm that was different from others!
This kind of skill was enough to attract many people's attention, but they came to Huyi with a low profile. The more powerful Ji Yunshu was, the more difficult it was for them.
"I don't understand what you're saying. Don't worry, we'll leave Yiwu as soon as this case is over."
It was a reassurance to Jing Rong.
Thus, the two of them went downstairs.
Song Zhi was still downstairs.
He watched helplessly as they descended.
"Young Master Ji." He bowed to Ji Yunshu.
Ji Yunshu wasn't the least bit surprised that he was here. She asked, "Young Master Song has already been exonerated. Why are you here?"
"I want to thank you."
"You've been thanking us since the day we met. You don't have to be so polite."
"I know I can't repay you, so I just want to do my best to repay you. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll go through fire and water."
"Actually, even if you didn't come, I would've gone to find you."
"Hmm?"
What did she mean?
Ji Yunshu didn't want to be too explicit. "We're about to go out. Young Master Song, let's go together. We'll talk later."
"Alright!" Song Zhi was happy that he could help.
Jing Rong didn't continue to stop Song Zhi.
The few of them left the inn.
Once they were outside, Song Zhi curiously asked, "Where are we going now?"
"The memorial hall!"
'Memorial hall?
Isn't that where the dead are kept?
What are we going to do there? '
He didn't want to ask and could only follow.
They arrived at the memorial hall.
Ji Yunshu, Jing Rong, and Bai Yin entered.
Song Zhi froze at the door.
Then, he followed.
Jing Rong's four guards were inside.
"Young Master, we've dug it out."
Dug?
What did they dig out?
Looking over, he saw a skeleton on a large table.
It was dug out not long ago!
The dirt on it was still fresh.
Ji Yunshu turned to Bai Yin. "Are you sure it's Shuiyan's corpse?"
Bai Yin affirmed. "Yes, there's no mistake."
This skeleton belonged to Shuiyan?
Wang Jun's wife!
She got sick five years ago!
But …
Why did Ji Yunshu dig out her skeleton?
She had already put on the gloves she prepared and planned to examine the skeleton.
Jing Rong ordered everyone to leave and not disturb them.
Although Song Zhi wanted to help, he was helpless against the skeleton. He could only wait outside with the others.
He thought, 'What does Young Master Ji want me to help with?'
He kept pondering.
At this moment, Jing Rong was standing in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze was fixed on the tall tree at the entrance of the memorial hall.
A gentle breeze brushed past, rustling the fallen leaves.
It was winter!
The air was cold. Jing Rong's eyes darkened and his expression was cold.
This scene in a foreign country stirred up his emotions.
However, he managed to suppress his rising emotions and calmly waited for Ji Yunshu's autopsy results.
Bai Yin crossed her arms and leaned against a pillar.
She was serious in speech and manner!
The guards were also standing obediently at the entrance.
No one said anything.
Song Zhi glanced inside and saw Ji Yunshu examining the skeletons in her hands.
She was very focused!
His heart trembled and he immediately retracted his gaze. However, he was also filled with curiosity. That Young Master Ji was fair and tender. He didn't look like a businessman, nor did he look like someone who roamed the jianghu. He obviously had the temperament of a scholar, yet he was so knowledgeable about skeletons. What did he do in the past? How could he draw a portrait by touching the bones? Just a set of bones could bring him back to life?
How could he draw a portrait? This skill was much better than those orthopedic doctors and painters.
He must not be a 'mortal'!
Although he was puzzled, he wasn't a talkative person.
Therefore, he didn't ask.
Inside.
Ji Yunshu was carefully examining the "freshly baked" skeleton on the table.
The deceased had died five years ago. She was probably in her early twenties. She was indeed Wang Jun's wife, Shuiyan.
Judging from the characteristics of the skeleton, it wasn't a case of poisoning.
Ji Yunshu picked up the skull, which was stained with wet mud.
The pair of white gloves immediately became filthy. After a series of examinations, she discovered that one of the skeleton's ribs had obvious contusions. It wasn't caused by a heavy object, but by a forceful push. There was a circular crack on the occipital bone at the back of the skull. It was the result of being hit and squeezed by something.
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