My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

As he spoke, Qi Yu took the bowls and plates from Su Yue's hands and went into the kitchen.

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Chapter Six Work

The next morning, Qi Yu subconsciously touched the side of him, but it was empty, with only a faint trace of body heat remaining.

Qi Yu suddenly opened his eyes, sat up in surprise, and looked at the dressing table, where he indeed saw Su Yue combing her hair.

He casually picked up a neatly folded piece of clothing that was placed by the bed, put it on haphazardly, and then came up behind Su Yue.

"My wife is up so early, it seems I still have to keep trying! I'll try to make sure she can't get out of bed next time!" Qi Yu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Su Yue blushed deeply, then turned around and glared fiercely at Qi Yu.

"Looks like I should have made you sleep in the woodshed last night!" Su Yue said, feeling ashamed and indignant.

Qi Yu shrugged and said, "It's too late for you to regret it now!"

"You're getting a good deal and you're still acting innocent! Get out of here and don't disturb me while I'm getting ready!" Su Yue rolled her eyes at Qi Yu and scolded him.

Qi Yu smiled, lifted Su Yue's long, black, and shiny hair with his left hand, and stretched his right hand in front of Su Yue.

"Give me a comb, I'll comb your hair!"

Su Yue paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and placed the comb in Qi Yu's hand.

Su Yue's hair is very smooth, and it can all be combed straight through.

"My lady, where is the hairpin I bought for you?" Qi Yu asked.

Su Yue casually opened the drawer and handed Qi Yu a hairpin, the one she had bought yesterday.

"Alright, perfect!" Qi Yu clapped his hands and laughed.

Su Yue raised her hand, touched her hair and hairpin, and looked at herself in the mirror. It did look very good.

"Husband, why are you so skilled at combing hair?" Su Yue asked.

Qi Yu scratched his cheek, his eyes wandering, and said, "Actually, I used to comb my mother's hair a lot."

Qi Yu was talking about his past life. His mother was a patient in a mental hospital, and Qi Yu would visit her whenever he had free time.

Only when I comb her hair does she calm down and become peaceful. Over time, it's hard not to get to know her.

"Oh! Really? I thought you got that skill from combing other women's hair so much!" Su Yue said calmly.

Qi Yu sighed and said, "Besides my mother, you're the first one, okay!"

"I don't believe it!" Su Yue laughed.

Qi Yu sighed and said, "Whatever. I'm just telling the truth. There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me!"

As he spoke, Qi Yu turned around to put on his clothes. It was Monday, and he had to go to work again.

Su Yue looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't very pretty; she was just average-looking.

But it was this very face that brought her happiness she had never experienced before.

With a smile, Su Yue stood up and took out the clothes Qi Yu wanted to wear from the wardrobe.

……

After eating the breakfast Su Yue made, Qi Yu walked to work.

It would normally take an hour to walk, but Qi Yu met an old man from the same village who sold vegetables on the way. He hitched a ride on the old man's oxcart and arrived in less than half an hour.

Upon arriving at the yamen, Qi Yu encountered two colleagues who were flattering each other. When they saw Qi Yu, they waved and greeted him.

Qi Yu smiled, then walked over and asked, "What are you talking about?"

These two men were the colleagues who went to the brothel together the day before yesterday. One was named Song Yuntao, and the other was named Wang Defa.

“Didn’t someone die yesterday? The coroner determined that the person suffocated in that old well in the east of the city, so we need to go to that area to look for clues!” Song Yuntao said with a helpless pursed mouth.

Murder cases are major cases, and although officials are corrupt, they still take them seriously.

If things are handled hastily, it may cause widespread panic and be detrimental to governance.

The prefect is well aware of these advantages and disadvantages.

"Do you need my help?" Qi Yu asked.

"No need, we're just going to see if there are any clues," Wang Defa said.

Qi Yu's job was to classify and draw various cases or documents, and he would occasionally assist the clerk in writing indictments.

Qi Yu has been working here for a month and has become quite familiar with the place.

"Alright then, let me know if you need any help!" Qi Yu said.

Wang Defa and Song Yuntao nodded, then watched Qi Yu leave.

"I thought all scholars were a bunch of pedantic nerds. I never expected there to be a scholar like Qi Yu, who is quite unique." Song Yuntao shook his head and chuckled.

Most scholars nowadays are too bookish, always spouting phrases like "Confucius said" or "Laozi said".

"Stop joking around, the boss is here, get ready to go!" Wang Defa said.

Song Yuntao nodded, straightened his clothes, and left with Wang Defa.

……

After arriving at his post, Qi Yu began to review the autopsy report and information on various suspects that had been submitted the day before.

The big man who died yesterday was a martial artist from a martial arts school in the city, and it seems he was a ninth-rank martial artist.

Following yesterday's visit, several suspects have been identified.

These people all had grudges or conflicts with the deceased!

Qi Yu sighed and began to organize the data so that people could quickly find the information they needed.

The morning quickly came to an end, and it was lunchtime.

After labeling the organized files, Qi Yu left his 'office'.

However, just as they came out, two constables approached, looking anxious.

"Qi Yu, the criminal has been caught and is waiting for trial in the main hall. Quickly send the coroner's autopsy report to the court!" the constable said.

Qi Yu was taken aback. When did the government become so efficient? How did they catch the murderer so quickly?

But there was no time to think about it. He turned around, went back to his room to get the file he had just labeled, and rushed to the hall with two constables.

Then I saw the so-called prisoner, who looked very strange.

He was a man in his early twenties, tall and thin, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Could such a weakling suffocate a strong, muscular man? Are you kidding me?

Snapped!

The magistrate slammed his gavel, and a group of constables in the hall immediately shouted "Awesome!"

Every time Qi Yu watched this scene, he felt a unique sense of humor, as if he were watching a TV series.

Qi Yu handed the case file to the registrar and then stepped aside to watch the interrogation.

"Liu Si, you're saying you killed Zhou Dahu?" the magistrate asked indifferently.

Liu Si, kneeling on the ground, nodded and said, "It was indeed I who killed him!"

"Why did you kill him?" the magistrate asked.

“Zhou Dahu liked to bully ordinary people all the time, and I couldn’t stand it, so I killed him,” Liu Si said.

Snapped!

The magistrate slammed his gavel, and Liu Si, sitting below, trembled. Seizing the opportunity, the magistrate pointed at Liu Si and reprimanded him sternly.

"How dare you lie? How could a skinny ordinary person like you possibly kill a martial artist like Zhou Dahu!"

Liu Si lowered his head and explained, "Everything I said is true. I did kill Zhou Dahu."

"Then tell me, how did you kill Zhou Dahu?" the magistrate asked.

"I put a sleeping potion in Zhou Dahu's wine. After he passed out, I suffocated him and then threw him into the old well in the east of the city," Liu Si said.

The magistrate glanced at the registrar beside him, who was examining the documents compiled by Qi Yu, highlighting the important points with red cinnabar ink.

For example, words like "sleep-inducing drug" and "suffocation" make the key points immediately clear.

This is Qi Yu's job; he usually circles these key points and then organizes and categorizes them.

The registrar nodded, indicating that it was indeed as Liu Si had said.

Snapped!

The magistrate slammed his gavel and said, "Liu Si, take him to the dungeon. Court adjourned!"

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Chapter Seven: Finding Opportunities on Both Sides

"Liu Si is to be imprisoned in the dungeon. Court adjourned!"

Qi Yu kept watching, his gaze fixed on Liu Si with a strange expression.

There's something fishy about this, and there are many suspicious points.

For example, how did Liu Si, an ordinary person, manage to move Zhou Dahu, who weighed over 150 kilograms, from his home to the old well?

According to the investigation, there were indeed no tire tracks at the scene.

A weakling carries a 150-pound corpse for three kilometers to dispose of it.

The magistrate had clearly noticed something amiss, which was why he adjourned the court session, as there was no point in continuing the questioning.

If I'm not mistaken, Liu Si is probably taking the blame for someone else.

But who exactly is this person who could make him willingly take the blame for a murder?

You should know that even the lightest punishment for murder is tattooing and exile!

Qi Yu's detective spirit was burning, his brain cells were working at breakneck speed and consuming them rapidly. He didn't know how many brain cells had died, and then... he got hungry!

It's none of my business. I'm just a lowly clerk in my position.