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Chapter 771 Su Wuming 70

"In just one day, Brother Lu has found clues to two old cases. The people below are all praising each other. They have been so busy that they naturally haven't heard any good news..." Governor Xiong laughed it off tactfully, trying to ease Lu Lingfeng's shock and displeasure at the moment.

Lu Lingfeng stood there like a piece of wood, his face ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Come on, come on, Brother Lu, let's congratulate Brother Su on the birth of his adopted sister. Come on, come on..." Governor Xiong had a big smile on his face, raising his wine glass enthusiastically, as if Lu Lingfeng would be refusing his respect if he didn't drink.

At this moment, Lu Lingfeng looked as if he had swallowed a live fly, his face darker than the bottom of a pot. He looked at Su Wuming, who was smiling calmly, then at Pei Xijun, and then at Chu Hua, who was calm beside him, and felt like a fool who was kept in the dark.

"Lu Lingfeng, why don't you hold the glass?" Master Fei Ji glanced at Lu Lingfeng, shaking the wine glass in his hand.

"Hmph, you have ulterior motives..."

Master Feiji: "Who are you talking about?"

"Who is Su Da Sima talking about..."

In the end, Xijun stayed in Nanzhou. No matter how reluctant Lu Lingfeng was, he had to consider the other person's wishes.

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Governor Xiong sipped his tea leisurely while talking about the local conditions and customs of Nanzhou and anecdotes about the officialdom. Su Wuming occasionally chimed in, while Lu Lingfeng had a dark face and said nothing, holding the teacup tightly in his hand as if he wanted to crush it.

"Governor, Zhong Boqi just sent a letter saying that the zither master Lu Gongfu died last night!"

The report from the Chief Clerk was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. Governor Xiong choked on a mouthful of tea and started coughing loudly, his face flushed red.

"What?!" He finally stopped coughing, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Su Wuming was also stunned, frowning slightly. Lu Gongfu, the zither sage, was highly respected and admired by the world. His sudden death was really shocking.

"It's absolutely true! The funeral hall is in the thatched cottage outside Lugongfu. When do you think we can go to pay our respects?"

The sound of horses' hooves raised dust on the roadside. Su Wuming rode on his horse, frowning and silent. The news of the death of Lu Gongfu, the zither master, came too suddenly, and he felt uneasy.

Governor Xiong and the Chief Secretary spoke intermittently, trying to dilute the heavy atmosphere, but the effect was minimal. Lu Lingfeng's face remained dark, like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

Inside Sima's residence, Chu Hua was boredly flipping through a romance novel she brought from modern times, making a few complaints from time to time.

Pei Xijun was quietly painting on the side, his brush tip moving across the paper, sketching out lifelike pictures of ladies. Ji Shi Fei was lying in the yard basking in the sun, humming an unknown tune, holding a half-eaten chicken leg in his hand, with oil stains all over his beard.

"Hey, you say, why has Su Wuming not come back for so long after going to pay his respects to the master of the zither?" Chu Huan closed the book, stretched, and broke the tranquility in the courtyard.

Pei Xijun put down the paintbrush in his hand and said softly: "Maybe Mr. Lu had many friends when he was alive, and he needs to pay tribute to them one by one."

Master Fei Ji got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and said vaguely, "Maybe that old guy is faking his death? These days, anything strange can happen."

Chu Hua was immediately interested when she heard this, her eyes lit up: "Faking death? This is a good topic, I can write it into my novel."

"Huan'er, what weird things are you thinking about again?" A familiar voice came from outside the door, and Su Wuming, Lu Lingfeng and others walked in.

"Su Wuming, you're finally back! I thought you were captured by some old witch and taken away to be the chief concubine!" Chu Huan greeted him with a smile.

Su Wuming shook his head helplessly. This girl always said shocking things. "I'm afraid there is another hidden reason behind Lu Gongfu's death."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Chu Huan put away her joking expression and asked seriously.

Su Wuming turned to Pei Xijun and Master Fei Ji and ordered, "Xijun, Master Fei, you two should go and eat first." He added.

"Take a good rest after dinner to recharge your energy."

"What about me?!" Chu Hua put her hands on her hips, her tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and expectation, her eyes rolling around like a kitten waiting to be fed.

Su Wuming looked at her like this, and a trace of tenderness surged in his heart. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly, revealing a faint smile. "Of course you come with me."

When Chu Huan heard this, she immediately smiled and put her arm around Su Wuming, almost hanging on him.

"I knew you were the best!" She smiled like a cat that had stolen some fish, and proudly raised her chin towards Master Fei Ji and Pei Xijun.

Master Fei rolled his eyes and muttered, "A guy who values ​​women over friends..."

He grabbed the chicken leg and took a big bite, as if he wanted to eat Su Wuming as well.

Pei Xijun covered his mouth and chuckled, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

As night falls, a crescent moon hangs in the deep blue sky, like a scimitar, casting silver light on the earth.

Pei Xijun and Master Fei Ji changed into the costumes of the Black and White Impermanence as planned. Pei Xijun was dressed in a snow-white robe, with a pale face and a white lantern in his hand, looking like a soul-collecting messenger.

Master Fei Ji was dressed in black, his face was painted black, and he held a mourning stick in his hand. From time to time, he made strange noises that were creepy.

"Xijun, your makeup is too realistic. If someone doesn't know, they would think you are here to take my life!" Master Fei Ji said in a low voice with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Outside the mourning hall, the night wind blew the paper money, which rustled like the whispers of ghosts. Pei Xijun held a pale lantern, the flame in the lantern flickered, reflecting her pale face, adding a bit of eeriness and horror. Master Fei Ji hid in the dark, and shouted intermittently, imitating Lu Gongfu's voice, "Leng Ji... Leng Ji..."

The sound was sharp and piercing, and it was particularly creepy in the silent night.

Su Wuming and Chu Hua, who were hiding on the other side of the mourning hall, looked at each other and saw a hint of smile in each other's eyes. Su Wuming gently patted Chu Hua's hand, signaling her to wait quietly. Chu Hua playfully winked at him, indicating that she understood.

Sure enough, not long after, the door of the mourning hall creaked open. The man looked around and it was Leng Ji.

Leng Ji followed the sound and left the mourning hall.

Su Wuming and Chu Hua quickly entered the mourning hall. Inside the mourning hall, the sandalwood incense was curling and the atmosphere was solemn. Lu Gongfu's body was lying in the coffin in the middle, his face was pale and lifeless.

Chu Hua moved closer to the coffin and carefully observed Lu Gongfu's body.

"Su Wuming, look, there seem to be marks of strangulation on his neck." Chu Hua said, pointing at a circle of faint purple marks on Lu Gongfu's neck.

Su Wuming also leaned over and took a closer look in the dim candlelight. "Indeed, it looks like he was strangled to death." He reached out and gently touched the mark, "But, strangely, this mark doesn't look like it was made by a rope or a strip of cloth."

"Could it be that some special tool was used?" Chu Huan touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

"Well, it's possible." Su Wuming nodded in agreement.

"We need to examine the body carefully to see if we can find any other clues."

Su Wuming planned to undress Lu Gongfu, but Huan'er was a girl and his beloved woman, so he was not willing to let Huan'er look at other men, even a dead one.

Su Wuming gently turned Chu Huan's body to face the entrance of the mourning hall, and said softly: "Huan'er, the next scene may be a little... not very elegant, please don't watch it yet."

Although Chu Hua was curious, she turned away obediently, muttering to herself: It's just a corpse, what's so indecent about it? Could it be that Su Wuming would be shy?

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, revealing a sly smile.

There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing behind her, and Chu Hua couldn't help but secretly look back, but she only saw Su Wuming's broad back. He was bending over, seemingly examining something carefully.

"Hey, Su Wuming, are you ready? You're so slow. People who don't know you would think you're doing something shameful!" Chu Hua deliberately raised her voice with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Su Wuming paused when he heard this and sighed helplessly: "It's almost done, don't rush it."

After a while, Su Wuming finally stood up and said, "Huan'er, you can turn around now."

Chu Hua quickly turned around, looked at Su Wuming expectantly, and asked, "How is it? Did you find anything?"

Su Wuming stretched out his broad palm and placed it in front of Chu Hua, blocking her view.

He leaned slightly to the side and whispered in her ear, "Leng Ji may come back at any time, let's go out first."

Before he finished speaking, he took Chu Huan's hand and walked quickly out of the mourning hall.

After leaving the mourning hall, Su Wuming pulled Chu Huan and walked quickly all the way until they were far away from the Lu Mansion, and then they stopped at a secluded alley.

Chu Hua shook off Su Wuming's hand and pretended to be angry and asked, "Su Wuming, why are you dragging me away? You're acting like a thief!"

Su Wuming smiled helplessly and explained, "I'm just afraid that Leng Ji will come back and see us. If he finds out that we sneaked into the funeral hall and moved Lu Gongfu's body, it will be difficult to explain."

"Tsk, you make it sound like I really want to see it." Chu Hua curled her lips: "Tell me, what did you find?"

Su Wuming lowered his voice, with a hint of solemnity in his tone: "Lu Gongfu has a deep knife wound on his chest, but there is no blood coagulation at the edge of the wound, which means that he was stabbed after his death."

Chu Hua opened her eyes wide and asked incredulously, "After death? Why would the murderer go to such lengths?"

Su Wuming held Chuhua's hand and walked in silence, the atmosphere was a little awkward. Chuhua secretly glanced at Su Wuming and saw that he had a frown on his face, as if he was worried about something.

When I returned to the mansion, I saw from afar two people in "strange costumes" standing in the yard.