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However, that was not my first question.
The first thing I wanted to know was how Nie Qiuyuan determined that something was hidden inside the corpse's thigh.
"This is quite simple. Honestly, I'm not sure either. What I had you do was just a routine check, and it turned out we found something by coincidence."
"Nie Qiuyuan, can you please stop speaking in half sentences? Can you just get to the point?" His words always managed to stir my desire to hit him.
"Well, you can't call me that. Come on, call me 'husband,' and I'll tell you," the handsome man said with a mischievous smile as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear.
Oh my gosh, this was no longer a handsome man; the person in front of me had stepped down from his pedestal and turned into an ordinary man—no, a bad man!
I slammed my hand on the table, stood up, and shouted, "Husband, I want to know! Please tell me!!" The table rattled with the clattering of dishes, and various strange gazes shot over from the tea house. Two or three people even sprayed their tea onto the faces of those sitting across from them.
After all, I was dressed as a man.
Aren't you thick-skinned? Well, if it comes to being thick-skinned, I’m confident I won’t lose to anyone.
Nie Qiuyuan's face turned pale; he was completely defeated by me. He quickly pulled me over and pressed me back into my seat, begging for mercy.
"Lady, I give up! You really dare to do anything!"
"Well, in the future, before you try to intimidate me, you better think about the consequences."
Exchanging "husband" for "lady" was quite a bargain. So, after giving him a slap on the wrist, I needed to sweeten the deal with another "husband" to successfully regain control of the situation.
Indeed, the low and soft term "husband" immediately softened his opponent's agitated emotions. He calmed down and discreetly found my hand under the table, holding it.
I thought to myself that he had just touched the oiled paper extracted from a corpse, so it would be best if he didn't touch me. I still wanted to eat my buns. However, the atmosphere was just right, so I endured it.
Thus, Nie Qiuyuan simply concluded his judgment.
"Since this woman was killed by such means, her murderer is certainly not an ordinary person. So I speculated on why she was killed. The first possibility is information theft. Therefore, I conducted a preliminary check based on that assumption, and surprisingly, it hit the mark right away."
"Could it be that when you hide information, you would also cut yourself open to stash it?" I felt that this method was rather harsh on oneself.
"When necessary, I would do so. If the suturing technique is skilled and combined with special drugs to conceal the wound, then the information hidden within the body would be hard to detect. After a couple of days, when the wound begins to heal, it becomes even safer. Even if one dies, their companions can still find the information upon discovering the body."
I couldn't help but gasp. The ancients were indeed ruthless; this time's victim was merely a girl, yet they could treat themselves so harshly. It was unfortunate that her corpse ultimately fell into the water; otherwise, that wound would have been quite difficult to locate.
I recalled the scars crisscrossing Nie Qiuyuan's body and thought perhaps he had decisively cut into his own flesh before, viewing himself not as a human but as a container for hidden items. A wave of heartache washed over me.
Perhaps my grip on his hand unconsciously tightened under the table; he trembled slightly and smiled gently, scolding me, "Fool!"
I sniffed and quickly changed the subject: "Is this silk paper written with a prescription? What kind of prescription requires so many ingredients?"
Nie Qiuyuan shook his head and said, "These herbs mixed together could kill someone several times over; how could it possibly be a prescription? Moreover, the same herb appears repeatedly on this paper—what kind of prescription is written like that?"
Upon closer inspection, I realized he was right; just the herb Poria appeared seven times on the silk paper.
Even though I knew nothing about medicine, I could understand that there was no need to write so many times for a single medicine.
So what did all those names of drugs on this silk paper mean? That poor woman must have endured great pain to hide this within her own flesh; it certainly wasn't just for fun.
"I haven't figured it out either," Nie Qiuyuan suddenly smiled, folding the Silk Paper and tucking it into his pocket. "If we can't figure it out now, let's think about it later. It's time to eat."
We both devoured a lot of buns and various dishes, and since we ate too much, I quickly felt sleepy.
Just then, my crush pulled me to a secluded spot by the river to admire the flowers. The warm breeze carried the scent of blossoms, making me feel lightheaded. With no one around, he wrapped his arms around me under a tree, and we quietly leaned against each other. He didn't say anything; his gaze was distant, as if lost in thought. His embrace was so warm and comfortable that I fell asleep within five minutes.
Sleeping in the arms of the man I loved, yet dreaming of another man was truly an embarrassing thing to think about.
But I really did dream of him. For some reason, he appeared in my dreams again. It seemed like it had been a while since I last saw him in my dreams.
When I was in the modern world, although I often spent time with him and we experienced many things together, I rarely dreamed of him. Ever since I arrived in the Tang Dynasty, he inexplicably showed up uninvited in my dreams, as if he had an intense obsession that compelled him to break through time and space to reach me in my heart.
I always felt that he wanted to tell me something. Every time I dreamed of him, I would inexplicably receive some help. In the modern world, he was my teacher, dedicated to teaching me; so now, could he transcend time and space to offer his assistance whenever his student faced difficulties in ancient times?
The highest realm of being a teacher might just be like this.
I thought of you, Teacher Zhang. You aren't even a formal teacher; you really don't have to go to such lengths. Even if you didn't push yourself so hard, I would still be grateful to you.
But this time, Teacher Zhang stood a few meters away from me, neither close nor far, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.
I had never seen that expression on him before, making this moment feel so unfamiliar for Zhang Yang. I imagined he must have been incredibly sorrowful in front of Senior Xiao Hua's tombstone, but his face had not shown such a look. Indeed, I had never witnessed anything like it.
In my mind, Zhang Yang was like a tall and resilient tree. He rarely smiled and never backed down; perhaps he would rather bleed than shed tears. He embodied the image of a silent tough guy, so this expression seemed entirely out of character for him, rendering his appearance fragile and lonely.
"Ye Zhenzhen, come here!" he suddenly beckoned me.
Huh? Did he call for me?
In his hand, a book appeared as if by magic. Around me, various backgrounds swiftly unfolded like a magic trick: rows of bookshelves of all sizes, colorful book covers, globes, lunar phase models, world maps, the aroma of coffee, music, voices, and outside the glass doors were vehicles coming and going.
Oh, this scene felt so familiar; wasn't this the bookstore at the entrance of our school? Yes, indeed! We had once strolled through that bookstore together. What were we looking at?
"Teacher, what are you holding?" I heard myself ask him.
Zhang Yang opened the book in front of my eyes.
Yes, it was this one! That time we were looking at this very thing—just an ordinary item.
As Criminal Investigation Majors, we were required to study chemistry, and what he held was a basic chart—the Periodic Table.
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