Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 781 Su Wuming 80

Su Wuming was unmoved, and his tone remained calm: "Governor, human life is at stake, how can we take it lightly? If we don't find out the truth, how can we comfort the dead? How can we reassure the people?"

The noisy cries echoed around the cemetery, covering everyone like a dark cloud. At this time, Lu Lingfeng pushed through the crowd and walked in front of Yan's mother and wife. He stood tall, his eyes were firm, and a sense of righteousness naturally emanated from him.

The steady voice was like a thunder, exploding in the crowd: "I am Lu Lingfeng, the former Lieutenant General of the Jinwu Guards. I guarantee with my life that I will find the real murderer, give Yan Yuanfu justice, and give an explanation to the people!"

The resounding promise, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, gradually dispelled the sadness of Yan's mother and daughter and the doubts of the people, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

The coffin made a dull "creaking" sound, and the heavy wooden board was slowly pushed open. The stench of a rotten corpse instantly spread, and the people watching the excitement around covered their mouths and noses and stepped back. Yan's mother and wife cried even more miserably.

Su Wuming remained calm. He calmly put on special gloves and carefully examined Yan Yuanfu's body.

A small black bug suddenly flew out from the gap in the coffin and circled in the air for a few circles. Su Wuming spotted it with his sharp eyes and immediately looked up at Chu Huan who was standing high up and shouted, "Huan'er, that bug!"

Chu Hua understood what he meant and immediately concentrated her mind and energy. With a flick of her fingertips, an invisible force firmly imprisoned the little insect in mid-air.

Chu Hua turned her back to the crowd, took out a small bottle and put the insect in it, her movements were smooth and seamless. She turned around, winked playfully, and shook the small bottle in her hand at Su Wuming, as if showing off her trophy.

"Sima Su, I have accomplished my mission and caught him!"

Su Wuming looked at Chu Hua's lively and lively appearance, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and his eyes were full of doting.

Su Wuming continued to examine the body and found that there was indeed a small hole on the top of Yan Yuanfu's head, as thin as a needle tip, which could be easily overlooked if not carefully observed. He used tweezers to gently push aside the surrounding hair and took a closer look.

After the autopsy was completed and Su Wuming returned to Sima Mansion, he immediately called Lao Fei over.

Chu Huan carefully placed the bottle containing the bug on the table. The bug was crawling around restlessly inside the bottle, like a lost drunk.

Master Fei Ji arrived late. He stroked his sparse goatee and squinted at the bugs in the bottle.

"Is this a poisonous insect?" Master Fei Ji widened his eyes, and his sparse goatee trembled, as if he had seen some rare treasure or some ferocious beast.

Chu Hua was amused by his startled look, "Old Fei, is it that serious? It's just a little bug."

Master Fei approached the bottle cautiously, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "Little bug? This is no ordinary little bug! This Hundred Poison Bug, as the name suggests, has hundreds of toxins in its body. If it bites you, even a god can't save you!"

Lao Fei talked about the origin and habits of these hundreds of poisonous insects, and Chu Hua was stunned.

"This little bug is so powerful? That Yan Yuanfu..."

Su Wuming frowned and said thoughtfully, "Yan Yuanfu's death was not an accident?"

Su Wuming took the transparent object as thin as a cicada's wing from Yan Yuanfu's head, carefully held it between his fingertips, and looked at it carefully under the light.

"This... looks like some kind of insect shell." He said with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Old Fei snatched it away, held it in his palm as if it were a rare treasure, squinting his eyes to examine it carefully, his sparse goatee trembling slightly with excitement.

"Wow, this is incredible, this is incredible! This is the molted shell of a hundred poisonous insects! It's worth more than gold!"

Chu Hua was puzzled: "The molting shell of a poisonous insect? What's so special about it?" In her opinion, this thing was nothing special except that it was thinner and prettier, just like the molting shell of a cicada. When she was a child, she used this thing to scare timid girls.

When Old Fei heard this, he blew his beard and glared: "Little girl, what do you know! The molted shell of this hundred poisonous insect is the best medicinal material!"

"Since it's medicine, then the pharmacies in Nanzhou must sell it, right?" Su Wuming tapped the table lightly with his fingers, making a rhythmic "tap tap" sound, but his eyes were staring thoughtfully at the insect shell as thin as a cicada's wing.

"In theory."

Old Fei shook his head in a pretentious manner: "But I can tell you responsibly that these 100 poisonous insects and their molted shells are priceless treasures! How can you find them in an ordinary medicine store?"

Su Wuming led Chu Hua and Lao Fei out of Sima Mansion and headed towards the south of the city. Jishitang, the largest medicine shop in Nanzhou, was located on the most prosperous street in the south of the city.

When we arrived at the gate of Jishiditang, we saw a plaque hanging high, with an antique style and a faint medicinal fragrance wafting into the air.

"Young man, take a look at this..." Su Wuming took out the small box containing insect shells from his sleeve and handed it to the young man from Jishidiang.

“Didn’t you say that we would collect them all and send them over?” The young man fiddled with his abacus without raising his head.

"I just want to ask about this thing..."

"A living black madman is five thousand coins, a whole shelled one is two thousand coins. Yours is worth three hundred coins at most." The young man was clacking on the abacus without even raising his eyelids, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"This is not a small amount. It can be exchanged for a lot of chickens..." Old Fei rubbed his hands, looking like a money-grubber, as if the three hundred coins were already in his pocket and could be exchanged for plump roast chickens that would spin and jump in front of his eyes.

Su Wuming stepped hard on Lao Fei from below, causing Lao Fei to scream in pain.

Chu Hua was laughing secretly beside him. Old Fei was grimacing in pain. He covered his foot and jumped up and down, cursing: "Su Wuming, you are so cruel! You are killing for money! Three hundred coins! Three hundred coins!"

Chu Hua held her forehead helplessly. This old Fei was really obsessed with money. "Old Fei, can you be more promising? Is this little money worth getting so excited about?"

"What's wrong with three hundred coins? Three hundred coins is still money! How many roast chickens can it buy?" Lao Fei gasped with heartache, as if the three hundred coins had turned into delicious roast chickens and flew away in front of him.

Chu Hua laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. "Lao Fei, do you like roast chicken so much? I'll treat you to it later. All you can eat!"

When Old Fei heard this, his eyes lit up and he immediately forgot about the pain in his feet. He came close to Chu Hua, rubbing his hands and saying flatteringly, "Are you serious? Little girl, you can't lie to me, an old man!"

"Have I ever lied to you?" Chu Hua raised her eyebrows and patted Lao Fei's shoulder in a mature manner. The force was so strong that Lao Fei almost fell to his knees.

Old Fei rubbed his shoulders with a grin, muttering, "You're really harsh, girl! Even more ruthless than that Su Wuming kid!"

Su Wuming shook his head helplessly. These two people together were simply a pair of funny people. One loved money like his life, and the other was eccentric. Yet, they could get along so harmoniously. Perhaps this was what was called "birds of a feather flock together".

Su Wuming knew what he wanted to know, so he used Sima's identity to meet the boss. Then he learned from the boss that there were people in Nanzhou who specialized in catching these poisonous insects. Following the clues given by the boss, he found Huang Lao, who collected these insects.

The dark and damp cell was filled with a strange smell mixed with mold and sweat. Old Huang was shivering, his face was pale, and sweat was pouring down.

Su Wuming looked down at him, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through all his disguises.

"Tell me, has anyone come to buy Crazy Mo recently?" Su Wuming's voice was low and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

Old Huang was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he stammered, "Yes... yes... yes, I... I remember now, a few days ago... there was indeed... a monk who came to buy... bought Crazy Mo..."

"Tell me in detail." Su Wuming's voice remained calm, but it made Mr. Huang feel even more frightened.

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Su Wuming pondered over Mr. Huang's testimony again and again, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he grasped the key point: the man was not wearing a cassock!

He suddenly realized that he had preconceived that the man who bought the ink madman was a monk. In fact, Mr. Huang only said that the man looked like a monk and did not clearly point out his identity.

A bald man without a monk's robe may not be a monk, but may just be an ordinary bald man.

Su Wuming was very happy to have found the key clue, and Chu Hua also felt happy. Seeing Su Wuming's beaming face, she couldn't help but joked, "Hey, Detective Su, is the dawn of solving the case shining on your face?"

Su Wuming felt a little embarrassed after hearing what she said. He coughed lightly and said seriously, "There are many doubts in this case. Now that we have finally found a clue, we are naturally happy."

"Of course not. It would make me sad if you were to be frowning all the time." Chu Hua said, deliberately making a distressed expression and reaching out to smooth out the "wrinkles" between Su Wuming's brows.

Su Wuming grasped the key point - old man? Does he look that old? He seems to be in his thirties, the prime age for a man, how can he be an old man?

This little girl is so disrespectful!

He subconsciously touched his face. Was it because he was too busy handling cases recently that he had more wrinkles on his face?

Chu Hua looked at Su Wuming touching his face in the air and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Sima Su, what are you doing? Is there a bug on your face?" As she spoke, she walked towards Su Wuming with a wicked smile, pretending to help him check.

Su Wuming quickly took a step back and avoided Chu Hua's "claws". "Ahem, nothing, just... my face is a little itchy."

He explained seriously, but his ears turned red.

"Oh? Really? Then let me take a look, maybe it's some poisonous insect!" Chu Hua chased after it relentlessly, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes.

Su Wuming was chased by her and retreated repeatedly, almost bumping into the table behind him. He sighed helplessly, this girl is really getting more and more naughty.