Da Song Private Investigator

Women give people a good feeling, quiet and elegant, not messing with the world.

It's just that after Hwarang and others saw his face, they were more or less disappointed, because she was not considered a beauty, and her face was a bit round, which didn't quite match his figure.

After Sun Qing saw Hwarang and the others, she was a little surprised, but Hwarang and the others were a little confused, because they didn't see a trace of sadness on Sun Qing's face. Sun Zihao is dead. Doesn't she like Sun Zihao? , how she is not sad.

"Who are you?" Sun Qing was a little wary. After all, so many people came to her house suddenly, and she seemed to be the only girl in the house, so he was more or less wary.

Hua Lang bowed his hands slightly to the woman, and said with a smile: "We are here to investigate the murder case, Sun Zihao was killed, does Miss Sun know?"

Sun Qing glanced at Hwarang, still neither sad nor surprised, just a little skeptical, of course, what he doubted was not whether Sun Zihao was really dead, but whether Hwarang was really investigating the murder.

After a long time, Sun Qing dispelled her doubts and nodded: "I know, in fact, I just came back from Aunt Sun's house not long ago. Aunt Sun's son died, and she must be very sad."

Hwarang nodded: "You're right, she is indeed very sad, but I don't think the girl is very sad."

Sun Qing was a little surprised, pointed at herself, and asked in puzzlement, "Why should I be surprised?"

Hwarang shrugged: "We came out of Sun Zihao's house just now, and grandma told us that you like that grandson Hao, and she really wants to recognize you as her daughter-in-law."

After hearing this sentence, Sun Qing suddenly burst out laughing, the laugh was not suitable for her temperament, of course, it was her feeling.

After Sun Qing finished laughing, she said: "I did say this to Aunt Sun, but I did it to comfort her. She is a very poor person. Her son has never been able to marry a wife. I don't want her to be sad, so I just Sun Zihao knows about comforting her like this, how should I put it, this is a secret between the two of us."

It all fell into place, and suddenly Hwarang felt as if they were fools, fooled.

But soon, Hwarang continued to ask: "Then what does Sun Zihao think about this secret between the two of you?"

"Although he is unhappy, he dare not object, because if he objects, I will tell the truth to his mother. At that time, his mother will be very sad."

Hwarang nodded: "You are right, I think because of your attitude, Sun Zihao must be very angry."

"It seems to be, because he has been buying me accessories for the past few days. Although it is worthless, it is better than nothing."

Hearing this, Hwarang and others were suddenly a little surprised, because they only knew that Sun Zihao liked Miss Wang, but he bought jewelry for Sun Qing, and a man buying jewelry for a woman is undoubtedly an expression of love.

Could it be that this grandson Hao is still a romantic.

But this is obviously impossible, he doesn't even have the ability to deal with a woman, how can he deal with two women.

If this is the case, then there is only one situation, this Sun Zihao likes Sun Qing, and for Miss Wang, it may be just a man's fantasy, but since it is a fantasy, how do you say it, so that even Hu Qi We all know.

Things are very complicated, things are not as Hwarang thought, there must be something that Hwarang didn't expect.

Regarding Sun Qing, Hwarang and the others have nothing to ask, because they don't know what to ask.

And just when Hwarang and the others were about to leave, Sun Qing suddenly shouted at Hwarang and the others: "I don't like Sun Zihao, I like Zhang Yi, he also likes me, we are going to be together. "

Zhang Yi, Hwarang and the others were surprised, Zhang Yi was indeed much more handsome than Sun Zihao, but in this way, Zhang Yi and Sun Zihao were rivals in love.

Although Zhang Yi is the winner, this does not prevent him from being the murderer.

Maybe it was because he couldn't bear the existence of such a rival in love, maybe it was Sun Zihao who found him first, and he killed Sun Zihao, no matter what, Zhang Yi, who had been in contact with the corpse, suddenly had a motive.

Everything sounds like a drama. Why did Sun Qing say such a sentence to them at this time? Does she have any intentions?

Perhaps this question will not be known until Zhang Yi is asked.

It was getting late when they left Sunjiacun, but everyone was in a good mood. At least during the interrogation of these people, they got a lot of unexpected clues, and as long as they follow these clues to investigate one after another If they continue, they will be able to find the murderer.

This is beyond doubt, because Hwarang is very confident about this.

The scenery in the suburbs is beautiful, especially when it is getting dark, everything looks so beautiful, flowers, warm wind, and cocks crowing and dogs barking in the distance, perhaps, after so many years After drifting, Hwarang finally began to like this kind of quiet life slowly. This Tao Yuanming-style life is slightly different from Tao Yuanming's life. At least Hwarang and the others live more comfortably and meaningfully than Tao Yuanming. more substantial.

Tao Yuanming's life may be just writing some pastoral poems every day, and then playing around, although there is pride in his heart, but nowhere to express it; but Hwarang and the others are different, they have money, they can go where they want to play, and they can still be themselves The thing I like is detective work, and this detective work can help many people, and they live a fulfilling life.

Perhaps, Tao Yuanming's life is also fulfilling. When Hwarang was walking, he suddenly thought that as long as a person clearly knows what he wants, then in the eyes of others, what is not fulfilling in the eyes of others may not be fulfilling for himself. But it is the best choice, the most fulfilling.

It's enough to live well for yourself, why bother with others.

Huainan City has a rare tranquility at this time. There are children playing on the street, there are peddlers walking around the streets, and there are several big girls arguing about which family is the most handsome. Of course, there are also several men discussing that girl's ass most pretty.

These seem to be very unpleasant, but when you really go deep into the lives of ordinary people, you will find that this is the truth. They are just ordinary people. What they discuss is what interests them. They are not like those literati. Opening and shutting their mouths are poems and songs. They just want to think freely, and they can say whatever they want.

The smoke ignited and was blown away by the breeze. In the streets and alleys, a cat lazily walked by, jumped onto the city wall, and disappeared after meowing.