"Zhenzhen, what did you say?" Zhang Jing looked at his niece in shock and looked at his niece in disbelief.

"Are you sure?" he asked repeatedly, "Do you want to... go and take a closer look?"

Zhang Meishou shook his head.

He looked confident: "Uncle San, I'm sure."

That corpse is definitely not my father's.

"What basis do you have?" It is of great importance. Even though Zhang Jing was looking forward to it, he did not dare to believe it at all: "From the body to the outfit... and the general appearance, it was vaguely looking..."

At this moment, his heart was raised high and he didn't dare to say words of confidence, as if once he said it, it would become true.

"Uncle San, the ring fingers of my father's hands are as long as the middle finger, and even slightly longer than the middle finger - the corpse is like most people, and the ring finger is much shorter than the middle finger." Zhang Meishou said in Zhang Jing's ear in a low voice.

Zhang Jing suddenly realized.

Yes, he remembered it, that's the case!

When my second brother was young, he was asserted by a fortune teller that he would be the life of a gambler in the future. My mother was worried about this for a long time, for fear that my second brother would become addicted to gambling, so she even wanted to burn all the gambling shops in the capital to be burned away by someone.

But later they grew older, and their second brother worked harder and his mother slowly dispelled this doubt, and they also threw the matter behind them.

Only after being reminded by his niece did he remember that it was true!

Zhang Jingfei ran back to the room where the corpse was parked.

After a while, he returned, but he started to vomit as Zhang Meishou had just done.

It’s just that Zhang Meishou retching, but he really vomited.

It's so weird. I thought in my mind that the corpse was my second brother. No matter how unbearable the smell was, I would not lose my composure; but once I was sure that it was not my second brother, the surging in my stomach could not stop at all!

Sorry, he really doesn't mean to be disrespectful to the dead, but he can't control such things.

Zhang Jing vomited happily, rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth. Then Master Liu came over with the person with a look of disgust.

It is really a disgrace to return the family to be a scholar.

"Since you have already recognized it, you should take the body away as soon as possible. There is a lot of work in the yamen, and disaster relief food will soon arrive. There is no free place to continue to place these corpses." Master Liu said in a faint tone with his hands behind his back.

"..." Zhang Jing looked at him and didn't say anything for a while.

"What? Do you have other things?" Master Liu raised his eyebrows.

"I want to take away the relics from my brother's life." Zhang Jing put away the strangeness in his eyes and did not pick them up for the time being.

This is the yamen, and he knows very well what terrible consequences will be caused by any carelessness.

You must first stabilize the other party and then wait for an opportunity to find the truth.

Master Liu's eyes flashed with impatientness, but he held back the attack.

He patiently brought Zhang Jing and others to a separate courtyard in front.

Obviously, Zhang Luan lived alone in this yard. Most of the officials and officials in the yamen live here, but the bedrooms are separated.

Zhang Meishou stood in the room, looking at the layout in the room.

Almost in a moment, she concluded that this bedroom had been searched for.

The return of many things seems ordinary, but it is not my father's usual habit at all.

Zhang Jing ordered the servant to put all the clothes, books and other items in the room into the cage.

Master Liu kept standing beside him and staring at him.

Zhang Jing's eyes fell on a carved pen case on the desk next to the window.

He stepped forward and opened the pencil case.

There are two sheep hairs, one big and one small, and a purse in the pen box.

Zhang Meishou also walked over.

She recognized the purse was the one her mother embroidered to her father before.

But logically speaking, my father is so fond of him, so he should wear it close to his body at all times. Why would he stay in the room?

She remembered that before her father went out, he used this purse to talk to his mother.

My father said that he would not only carry it with him during the day, but also wrap it around his wrist at night and never leave him.

My father read the book that Lord Wang was so full of sour love words that he said were very smoothly. But his father was different from others. He not only said it, but also did what he said, which was the best among the sour.

Therefore, it is really unusual for this purse to lie quietly here at this time.

Zhang Meishou couldn't help but think of the jade pendant that Axiang took back - the jade pendant, which was said to have been picked from his father's "corpse".

On the day my father had an accident, he was wearing a jade pendant, but he left the purse in the pencil case.

Why is this?

Did my father expect something would happen to him?

She knew that her father was accustomed to putting precious things in his pencil case.

Thinking of this, Zhang Meishou's eyes changed slightly.

Seeing Master Liu's gaze beside her, she lowered her eyes and gently closed the pen case and put it in the cage with her own hands.

"Master Liu."

Zhang Meishou turned around.

The child's voice is crisp and his facial features are exquisite and delicate, especially his clear and bright eyes, which are particularly eye-catching.

A turbid light flashed in Master Liu's eyes, and he smiled with a rare smile, saying, "What else?"

Zhang Meishou saw his expression in his eyes.

"We want to buy a coffin for my father. I wonder if there is still a coffin shop nearby that is not closed?"

Coffin shop?

During the ten days when the flood was the worst, almost all Gui'an County was flooded, with disaster victims everywhere, and there were many people robbing food in the streets, and people were almost starving to death. Who could still care about opening a shop to do business?

And what I lack most now is the coffin, where to find it?

Master Liu sneered in his heart.

When he was about to shake his head, he heard the "young young master" say again: "If I could buy a coffin, I wonder if I could ask the master to take me there?"

Master Liu didn't answer for a moment, and there seemed to be a plan in his eyes.

Zhang Meishou seemed to have regarded this as a default and immediately thanked: "Thank you, Master, you are such a good person."

She pointed to the next life.

As he said that, he turned to Zhang Jing and said, "Uncle San, you should take someone to organize your father's relics here first. Master Liu just agreed to take me to buy a coffin."

Zhang Jing frowned slightly.

What is Sanyatou going to do?

He subconsciously was about to speak, but Master Liu said reluctantly: "Since that's the case, I'll take you there."

As he said that, he turned around and walked out.

"Zhenzhen, tell Uncle San, what are you going to do?" Zhang Jing asked in a low voice.

Zhang Meishou left a sentence softly and quickly in his ear.

Zhang Jing's pupils shrank.

No, this is too risky!

Where did this girl come from so many tricks? Where did she come from so many courage?

Besides, with him as an elder, how could she be the turn of a little girl rushing forward to take risks?

To find out the whereabouts of the second brother and the truth behind the accident, you still need to make a long-term plan.

"I don't agree!"

"If I had known you would have said that." Zhang Meishou sighed as if nothing had happened.

"What?"

What was the helpless tone of his niece who was old-fashioned, as if he was feeling like he was dragging his legs?

And why did he hear a trace of casual threat from this helpless tone?

This must be his illusion, right?
Chapter completed!