Zhang Awei's arrival diluted the solemn atmosphere a little.

Seeing Chen Mu in the living room, Zhang Awei looked a little surprised: "Why are you here, Banzhu?"

"I'll wait for you boy."

Chen Mu said angrily, his eyes crossed Zhang Awei to look at the woman behind him.

The woman is fair and pretty.

He is only 1.5 meters tall, wearing an emerald green skirt. Judging from his tender face, he is probably just eighteen.

A package was tightly held in his arms.

The woman's expression was a little timid, and half of her body was hidden behind Zhang Awei, lowering her head without saying a word.

"Mom, her name is Xiao Xun."

Zhang Awei scratched his head and did not dare to look at his mother.

The girl bit her pink lips lightly and mustered up the courage to salute: "Hello Auntie." Her voice was sweet and glutinous, quite beautiful.

Chen Mu, who was beside him, rubbed his chin and looked at the girl carefully.

It's OK, it's a young man.

Chen Mu can still distinguish whether a woman is chaste from her appearance.

After all, I changed my girlfriend a lot back then.

Although Meng Yanqing was angry with her son's behavior, she did not embarrass her son on the surface and squeezed out a smile: "Hello, Miss Xiao Xun."

Then everyone fell into silence.

The atmosphere continues to cool.

Zhang Awei didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long time of grunting, he spoke: "That... Xiao Xun may have to stay here for a few days and let Aunt Liu have a room."

Meng Yanqing's eyelids twitched and she didn't say anything.

The girl named Xiao Xun was nervous.

He quietly pulled Zhang Awei's sleeve, and a little begged in his clear eyes, making a lip shaped like "I'll go out first".

Zhang Awei shook his head gently.

He turned his gaze to Chen Mu and handed a look, hoping that Chen Mu could help tell his mother about his love.

"This brat."

Chen Mu was a little amused and crying.

But he didn't intend to get involved in this matter.

After all, it is someone else's family business, and once outsiders get mixed up, it will become a difference.

Chen Mu put the transcripts on the table in his bag and smiled and said, "Then I'll leave first, I have to investigate the case, you guys will chat slowly."

"I send you."

Meng Yanqing spoke lightly.

Chen Mu hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.

When he walked out of the yard, Chen Mu couldn't help but plead for his brother:

"Auntie, marriage is indefinite. If that girl is really suitable for Awei, what if the background is unclean. The most important thing for a person is to find a partner who suits him."

Meng Yanqing moved her red lips without saying a word.

Until Chen Mu turned around, she suddenly spoke: "Did you write the poem you wrote to Xiao Xuan'er by yourself?"

poetry?

Chen Mu was stunned: "What poem?"

"Ying Geese."

Meng Yanqing's beautiful eyes gave him a blank look.

This guy is pretending to be stupid on purpose.

After hearing the other party’s mention, Chen Mu then reacted and said with a smile: “That’s right, it’s what I did. Did my aunt be impressed by my talent?”

Pooh!

Meng Yanqing got used to Chen Mu's jokes and said lightly: "I know it's not you."

In her speculation, if Chen Mu denied it, it means that this poem is most likely written by this guy. But the other party admitted it so happily that it makes people suspicious.

"Awesome, awesome, how did you know I didn't do it?"

Chen Mu gave a thumbs up.

Meng Yanqing wrinkled her nose, revealing a trace of her little daughter's expression:

"You are not the only one who is smart, Chief Chen. If you really have such talent, you still need to be a small constable?"

"So in my aunt's eyes, I'm just a little constable."

Chen Mu sighed.

The feeling of loss is beyond words.

Meng Yanqing realized that his words had hurt people, so he hurriedly explained: "I don't mean that."

"In my aunt's eyes, am I big or small?"

Chen Mu asked with a smile.

Meng Yanqing didn't think much, and praised casually: "You are so good, you are the best in Qingyu County."

After saying that, I suddenly felt that the words were not right.

Strange.

But it can't be said that something is wrong.

Chen Mu stopped seeing it and stopped teasing the other party: "Okay, then I'll leave. The same thing is true. If Awei is really suitable, you might as well try to accept it."

"I'm afraid I'm too small to accept it."

Meng Yanqing smiled bitterly.

I don't know if my heart is small, but your breasts are not small...

Chen Mu comforted him: "Even a vulgar aunt like me can accept it, are you afraid of a little girl?"

Chen Mu deliberately emphasized some tone on the words "coarse" and "big".

"Well, I'll think about it."

Meng Yanqing nodded, but he didn't realize that the other party was racing at her again. "Isn't that poem written by you?"

"Of course not." Chen Mu spread his hands.

He is telling the truth. This poem was written by Luo Binwang, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, so it is not him.

Meng Yanqing could see that Chen Mu was not lying, and he couldn't help but feel lost.

I don't know why I'm lost.

——

When Wen Mingren returned to the yamen, he had already interrogated Mu Erhe and sat on the stone bench in the outer courtyard with wooden branches bored on the ground.

Seeing Chen Mu arrive, he quickly stood up: "How is it, are there any clues?"

"How was Mu Erhe's interrogation?"

Chen Mu was not in a hurry to tell the other party about the progress of the case and asked.

Wen Mingren took out the recorded confession and handed it to him: "That's all, I've pried it out. Even I asked him about sex with his wife many times."

Chen Mu was speechless.

Good guy, who asked you to ask these questions?

He took the confession to the stone table and sat down to watch it carefully.

After a long time, Chen Mu put away his confession, frowned and murmured: "It's strange. It seems unintentional, but it seems to be intentional."

"What unintentional, intentional?"

Civilization is confused.

Chen Mu turned his head and stared at the other party, speaking with an extremely serious tone:

"Mr. Wen, can you explain to me specifically what the monster 'soul-changing technique' you mentioned? "

Wenmingren pondered for a moment and said lightly:

"It's actually very simple. For example, I am a monster. In order to occupy your body, I will exchange souls with you.
To be continued...