133: Chapter 84: The Way You Look Without Clothes_2 133: Chapter 84: The Way You Look Without Clothes_2 Wan Lu simply focused on eating her al, Xiao Man also subtly understood that this matter was a sore spot for everyone present, so she didn’t interrupt.
No one replied for a mont, and Madam Xing seed unperturbed, muttering, “Such a good child, she must be reborn into a better life…
Thankfully, the wife has also let go of her troubles, she will be happy to know.”
Madam Xing choked up and wiped away her tears.
Wan Lu’s throat tightened, and she forcefully swallowed a mouthful of rice, grumbling, “You’re intentionally upsetting while I eat, so I’ll leave this last bite.”
After speaking, she haphazardly ate a few more bites, and then started to clear up, with Xiao Man coming over to help.
The two of them quickly tidied up the corridor.
Yingi Temple was extrely poor, and after dark, aside from the two dim oil lamps kept alight in the front hall where the Buddha was worshiped, there was no lighting anywhere else.
Mosquitoes were plentiful in the desolate countryside, and Ran Yan didn’t want to stay outside, so she went to bed early.
It was too early, and she didn’t feel much like sleeping, so she pondered how to deal with the several house deeds in her possession.
In this case, Wei Niang hadn’t committed murder from start to finish, and strictly speaking, she was also a victim, the only cri she could be charged with was concealing her servitude status and marrying into a prominent family, the Tang Code decreed that those who married across two social ranks were to be exiled, and concubines were to be flogged.
From over two years ago to now, this case had resulted in six deaths, Yin Miaomiao, Ge Lan, Fan Chun, Han Shan, Zhang Fei, Yin Wanwan…
It was a serious case that had to be submitted to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for review, and Inspector Liu would find it difficult to treat the case leniently.
Moreover, the sentencing had to wait at least until news returned from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, which would take at least three months, or as long as a year and a half.
During this ti, could she make use of the two shops in East Market for her own purposes?
Ran Yan considered.
At the sa ti, she also had a subtle feeling that when Wei Niang gave her the items that day, she had already resigned herself to death.
As she thought, sleepiness crept over Ran Yan, and faint, ethereal music vaguely reached her ears.
Suddenly rembering that she had promised to throw the umbrella into the woods last night for Su Fu, she hurriedly got up and rummaged through the chest at the corner of the wall.
During the day, she had asked Madam Xing, who said she had placed the umbrella there.
After searching for a mont, Ran Yan’s hand touched the slightly cool handle of the umbrella, and she took it out, turned to take a satin dress from the screen, draped it over her shoulders, and went out of the courtyard with the plain oil-paper umbrella.
Bathed in moonlight, as soon as Ran Yan stepped outside, the music beca slightly clearer, but still faint and elusive, the piece unrecognizable, serene and elegant, like a brook flowing from the distant forest.
Holding the umbrella, Ran Yan stopped by the orchard and listened for a while.
As the music faded away, she then threw the umbrella forcefully into the woods.
The umbrella, tossed into the orchard, rustled against the branches and leaves until silence fell, and she heard no sound of it hitting the ground.
Startled and sowhat at a loss, she couldn’t help but peer into the darkness.
On the nearest fruit tree, with a ‘thump’, a plain white oil-paper umbrella blood open, as the fruit from the tree cascaded to the ground like rain.
The face of a deity erged from behind the plain white surface of the umbrella, leaning nonchalantly against the tree, dressed in a plain white undergarnt, with his ink-black hair cascading down, softening the chill exuding from his body.
“I had thought you were a detached person with considerable talent, but it turns out you weren’t the one playing the music,” Ran Yan said slowly.
Su Fu didn’t respond but gently pulled on the handle of the umbrella.
The sound of the sword’s edge scraping was crisp and cold, and the moonlight reflected a snowy gleam—it turned out that after pulling out the umbrella handle, it was actually a sword about two feet long!
The bright gleam of the blade shone on Su Fu’s extraordinarily beautiful face, illuminating his dark blue, deep-set eyes.
For a mont, his aura rged with the sword in his hand, as if he could take a life at any mont.
Ran Yan’s heart tightened; she had not forgotten that Su Fu had once considered whether or not to kill her.
“Help with one thing,” Su Fu said softly, alighting from the tree and slipping his sword back into the handle of the umbrella.
Ran Yan’s calm eyes watched him, “Can I refuse?”
“Of course,” Su Fu said, propping the umbrella in front of him as though it were a sword, his broad arms like a solid and reliable mountain, his thin lips parting slightly, “but I hope you’ll consider carefully.”
Ran Yan pursed her lips slightly; was there a hint of threat in his words?
The night breeze was gentle, and the two stood in silence.
Ran Yan disliked such coercion, and although sotis she would yield, now was not one of those tis.
“That depends on what it is.
If it’s not to my liking, killing would be useless.”
“An autopsy,” Su Fu said bluntly.
Ran Yan raised an eyebrow and thought to herself, how had an assassin ended up solving cases?
But she said, “It’s the dead of night now, and if the light is insufficient, even an autopsy could miss sothing.”
Su Fu nodded and then asked, “Is there anything else you need to prepare?”
Ran Yan opened her mouth; had she said she agreed?
It was as if Su Fu had seen through her thoughts and said, “I know you’ll agree, just as I never refuse to kill.
Besides, I’m not asking you to do this for nothing; there will be a reward afterward.”
“May I choose the reward myself?” Ran Yan asked with a slight smile, her eyes showing a trace of interest.
Seeing that she was no longer resistant, Su Fu said, “As long as it’s within my power.”
Ran Yan nodded with satisfaction and sized him up from head to toe, then said in a tone aiming to astound, “Let see what you look like without clothes.”
Su Fu’s face froze instantly, looking for all the world as if he had misheard, his voice losing its frost as he stamred, “What, what did you just say?”
“You see, I have no other hobbies; I just like to see special human bodies with my own eyes.
When I discover a mutant physique or a particularly unique way of thinking, I want to dissect and analyze it.
You represent an extre physical perfection among all the n I’ve seen,” Ran Yan said, unabashedly revealing her inner thoughts.
Su Fu stared at Ran Yan in astonishnt, shocked by her peculiar interests and her ntion of having seen “all the n’s bodies”; just how many did this “all” comprise?
The corners of Ran Yan’s lips lifted slightly; she had proposed this requirent with so jest, but in fact, from her past life to the present, Su Fu was the only man who had been perfect enough to give her such thoughts.
(To be continued.
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