Yu Gong, whether it is the case of Yu Pingting or the Bai family has been closed, he Fu Mingrui, as the head of the eight doors, has more and more important cases to investigate.

If this case was normal, it wouldn't even enter their eight doors. If it wasn't for Bai Zhankui's strange death, the case would have been closed that night, and it would have been thrown in the dusty file, so it would not have attracted Fu Mingrui's attention.

But in private, these two short days gave him a strong desire to reveal the truth about this case that he had never had before.

"Mingrui, what are you going to do next?" Duanmu Qingchen entered curiously, his peachy eyes rolled around, and he began to wander around Fu Mingrui, "You also revealed the matter about Yu Pingting, this case is not considered a criminal case, and it is not It is a serious case, and now there are no corpses and no murderer, because they are all dead, how do you try?" Duanmu Qingchen turned to Fu Mingrui and blinked at Fu Mingrui.

Fu Mingrui also frowned in thought, is this the case closed? Yu Pingting wanted to use his mouth to tell the truth, and he couldn't let her down.

The victim of this case is Yu Pingting and Ya'er. But now, with only those seven embroidery needles, how can this case go to trial? Because the murderer who hurt Ya'er is also dead.

"Wait." Fu Mingrui pushed Duanmu Qingchen away and walked towards the yard.

Duanmu Qingchen raised his eyebrows in doubt, but saw Fu Mingrui walking towards the ladder by the courtyard wall and climbing up!

This is... climbing the wall?

Fu Mingrui told everyone not to move the ladder, and he vaguely felt that it would be useful in the future.

When Duanmu Qingchen saw Fu Mingrui climbing the wall, he immediately thought it was amused. He likes climbing walls the most. Without hesitation, he immediately jumped out and stood under Fu Mingrui's ladder.

Fu Mingrui climbed onto the beam of the house, and when she looked down, sure enough, Lian Youyou was lazily lying on the recliner, basking in the sun just like yesterday, but today there was another recliner beside her, on which was a sleeping person. Lin Tingjun.

He saw Lin Tingjun frowning slightly, he was always inseparable from Lian Youyou.

"Miss Lian." He called softly.

Lin Tingjun, who was sleeping peacefully, frowned slightly. Is this Fu Mingrui addicted to climbing walls?

Lian Youyou raised her eyebrows slightly under the pages of the book, the corners of her lips could not help but twitched, and she moved down the book, revealing her charming eyes, and glanced at Fu Mingrui who had become shy from looking at her: "Yo, Master Fu, are you missing me after not seeing me for a day?"

Lian Youyou's words made Fu Mingrui's face even redder.

Lin Tingjun pursed his lips and frowned, his face already showing displeasure. He turned over and faced Lian Youyou, who was on the side, his eyes were opened, but he stared gloomyly at Lian Youyou's side face under the pages of the book.

Lian Youyou curled her lips into a smile, and moved to the page of the book, covering Fu Mingrui's blushing face on the beam like a March heart.

Duanmu Qingchen climbed up and walked onto the beam. When he saw Lian Youyou's yard, he suddenly realized: "This scenery is beautiful! Ming Rui, so you climbed the wall for this!"

Fu Mingrui turned his face sideways when he heard Duanmu Qingchen's voice.

Duanmu Qingchen went to the eaves excitedly, and waved to Lian Youyou: "Yuyou! Yoyo!"

Lian Youyou twitched her eyebrows, and said under Lin Tingjun's gloomy stare, "Stop barking, I'm not deaf."

Duanmu Qingchen chuckled, hooked Fu Mingrui's shoulders, and raised his eyebrows improperly: "I just like that Youyou doesn't treat me as a prince, Mingrui, I envy you so much, you can see Youyou just by climbing a wall gone."

"Stop making trouble." Fu Mingrui pulled Duanmu Qingchen's hand away to regain his composure, and looked down at Lian Youyou who was leisurely reading a book, "Miss Lian, we've found out about Yu Pingting's suicide. The truth has come to light, the case...should be closed, but...in my heart, I always feel that this is not Yu Pingting's final appeal, I, I don't know what to say, I want to bother Miss Lian again, and give me some hints." Fu Ming Rui saluted humbly, and Lian Youyou could always solve his doubts and point out the direction for him when he was most confused.

Lian Youyou was silent for a moment under the page, but when she took down the page, she had an unusually solemn and heavy expression on her face: "Fu Mingrui, you always thought it was Yu Pingting who wanted to tell you something and wanted you to give her something. vengeance."

Fu Mingrui was slightly puzzled. Could it be that what Lian Youyou said meant that Yu Pingting didn't want to avenge him, but wanted him to find out the truth about her suicide?

Duanmu Qingchen's peach blossom eyes widened, and he looked at Lian Youyou seriously. When Youyou opened his mouth, every word must be eloquent, so he must listen carefully.

Lian Youyou stared at Fu Mingrui deeply, and asked in a deep voice: "Is she telling you? Is she telling you?!" Lian Youyou asked two consecutive questions, "She wants to use her life experience to tell People of the world, tell the infatuated women like her in the world, let them not repeat her tragedy again! She is asking you, Master Fu Mingrui, to save more women!"

Fu Mingrui was standing on the beam in a daze. He never thought that Yu Pingting was not complaining to him to redress his grievances, but to entrust him with such a significant task!

His expression couldn't help being solemn and solemn, his eyes were no longer confused, and he regained his former composure and firmness: "I know what to do!"

He turned around and strode back to the beam above the eight doors: "Everyone listen up!"

The yamen chaperones who were coming and going in the courtyard stopped immediately, and looked up at Fu Mingrui standing high under the blue sky, upright and majestic.

With the sun on his head, Fu Mingrui said sonorously: "Tomorrow, we will interrogate a coffin, everyone! All of you must play your part well in this interrogation?!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other, what did the lord mean by "playing your own role well"?

"Acting?" Duanmu Qingchen applauded in admiration, "Wonderful! I like it."

Lian Youyou, who was lying on the recliner, was also surprised by Fu Mingrui's high-pitched voice. She didn't expect that Fu Mingrui would be interrogated in the death coffin.

A gratified smile appeared on her face. For the first time, she admired Fu Mingrui from the bottom of her heart. Yu Pingting's entrustment is not human. Moreover, Yu Pingting is a ghost and Fu Mingrui is a human being. Yu Pingting never asked for it, and Fu Mingrui has no obligation. Humans and ghosts have different paths and go their own way.

Yu Pingting was just avenging herself, but Fu Mingrui's earnestness in exploring the truth, like a dead end, made the truth gradually surface, and the whole thing became a cry, a battle. It was Fu Mingrui's persistence that made Yu Pingting's death endowed with extraordinary significance in the history of Qian Dynasty.

It was Fu Mingrui who made Yu Pingting's death not in vain.

Lian Youyou felt the cold gaze on her face, she turned her face under the book, and looked at Lin Tingjun with a smile: "Are you full of sleep? What about the painting I want?"

Lin Tingjun stared at her for a moment, turned over again, continued to close his eyes, and fell asleep.

Lian Youyou smiled wickedly, glanced charmingly at Lin Tingjun's back, which was pretending to be sleeping, and turned back to look at the story in her hand again.