Miss Truth
Chapter 198 - 126: Character Issue_2

Chapter 198: Chapter 126: Character Issue_2

This tune is called "Ruan Lang’s Enchantment"; evidently, it focuses more on the story of Ruan Zhao.

Ruan Lang...sees through the mortal world...Xiao Song’s brows furrowed slightly, could he have been mistaken?

Liu Pinrang’s tone was especially grave, "Could it be that the murderer is a monk rather than a nun?"

Xiao Song pondered for a moment and said, "No, compared to this tune of ’Ruan Lang’s Enchantment,’ I trust the evidence I saw even more. However, it might be related to the beginning of the case, so we might as well consider the motives."

"I should be the one to think about this," Liu Qingsong rubbed his waist, appearing out of nowhere.

Liu Qingsong typically jumped to conclusions with every rumor, turning every slight breeze into a story with a beginning and end, all well-founded and reasonable, a bit more advanced than the gossiping women in the alleys, making one wonder whether to admire or despise him.

Xiao Song said, "Then let’s hear it."

"There are so many possibilities!" Liu Qingsong grumbled, "All this kicking, I wonder if my kidneys will become useless later..." He then said, "Let’s start with a straightforward yet quite cruel one. There was once a young man who fell in love with a lady. They pledged their lives to each other in secret, enjoying time spent together under the flowers and moon, a match made in heaven, with vows of eternal love. They were practically husband and wife, but then the lady was promised to another. The young man asked her to elope with him, but as the one to elope would be a concubine, the lady was unwilling. The young man felt she had changed her heart, and in a fit of rage and anger, he became a monk. In truth, the lady still yearned for him, so she continually hummed ’Ruan Lang’s Enchantment,’ but the young monk never knew and grew increasingly disturbed. He couldn’t stand to see others engage in secret vows, so he went on to murder them."

Caught up in excitement, Liu Qingsong concluded, "Maybe in the end, the murderer finds out that the lady never actually married anyone and that Huan Kong, who was born, is his own daughter! In that moment, overcome with tears, they recognize each other as flesh and blood. Then, filled with remorse for Huan Kong’s mother, the young man pulls out his sword and takes his own life! What a tear-jerking story...sigh..."

"That explanation does make sense. The garments found in the dilapidated temple were indeed men’s clothing," Yu Bohao said.

Xiao Song looked at Liu Qingsong and said, "Connect it to the case, and don’t let your imagination run wild. If that’s the case, how would Jing Yuan willingly accept the blame?"

Liu Qingsong pursed his lips, arrogantly saying, "That’s easy to explain. Actually, Jing Yuan has been in love with the young man all along. Now that the truth has come out, she naturally sacrifices her life for her love."

"Shi-Niang mentioned in her letter that Master Huai Yin of Yuncong Temple had once come to pay respects to Huan Kong’s mother..." Xiao Song started, but was interrupted by Liu Qingsong’s clamor, "See, see, aren’t I at least somewhat right?"

Xiao Song shot a threatening glance at Liu Qingsong, who shrank back, then continued, "Yet I still believe that Jing Hui is the more likely suspect. First, Master Huai Yin had just returned to the temple after traveling and didn’t have the time to commit the crime. Even if he had been hidden in the shadows, there’s a second point: burying a corpse under jade orchid flowers isn’t easy. We saw earlier that all the bodies were buried in the center of the flowerbeds. During the flowering season, how could someone dig up the flowerbed without causing the jade orchids to wither and die? Not everyone can do that. Third, according to what you said, if he couldn’t stand to see his loved one happy, why did he expend so much effort on the third body, draining blood and feeding incense ashes?"

The person must be quite knowledgeable about raising flowers, at least about cultivating jade orchid flowers, and also have plenty of time to stay in the flowerbeds without arousing suspicion. The only ones who fit these conditions are Jing Yuan and Jing Hui, making Huai Yin seem much less suspect.

If the case were to be closed now, attributing all the blame to Jing Yuan could barely be justified. But faced with these ten-plus corpses, neither the worldly Liu Pinrang nor Xiao Song felt content to close the case just yet.

"First, let’s examine Jing Yuan’s body," Xiao Song glanced at Liu Qingsong and walked down the mountain.

Liu Qingsong’s heart leaped as he exclaimed, "Me? Examine?"

Xiao Song turned back and smiled, "What, too excited?"

"No, Jiulang," Liu Qingsong, pulling the chest, ran down the hill, grimacing from his sore back, "Jiulang, listen to me, the old lady devoutly believes in Buddhism and has eyes and ears everywhere. If she finds out, she’ll chop off my hands. I’ve been a study companion for nine years, kicked and bossed around for more than a decade; I’ve not only put in hard work but also suffered hardships. You can’t just use me and then discard me, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, the birds scattered and the bow hidden, the rabbit dead and the dog cooked."

"Being kicked and bossed around is your own doing. Your description of being used and discarded fits wonderfully, but don’t drag me into it when you insult yourself. Who’s the rabbit and who’s the dog?" Xiao Song continued down the mountain without stopping, calling back, "There’s one thing you’re right about. I am someone who likes to discard the used. "

Xiao Song strode energetically while Liu Qingsong, hands on his hips and huffing and puffing, followed behind. The trail was slippery in the rain and treacherous on the mountain, making Liu Qingsong appear to run with great effort. However, Liu Pinrang was leisurely following him.

"Doctor Liu, it seems that the Inspector just said that if you’re not scared of being sent back to your family, you might as well take a break," Liu Pinrang came up beside Liu Qingsong and "kindly" reminded.

Liu Qingsong clenched his teeth, eyeing a stalwart government official holding an umbrella for Liu Pinrang, as the two sauntered down the hill, and couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, "Old man who won’t die, would it kill you to have a government official carry my chest for me?"

But after his complaint, he still had to drag the chest down the mountain step by step.

As the night rain scattered, there was great desolation on one side while in Ran Yan’s room at Yingmei Temple, a warm brazier burned, and Ge Lan brewed ginger tea, filling the room with a strong fragrance of ginger.

Ran Yan, having just bathed, leaned on a round-backed armchair, reading medical books, while Wan Lu used a towel to help dry her hair.

Both physicians, both experts in post-mortem examination, yet their circumstances were worlds apart. It couldn’t be said to be simply a matter of fate; it was a matter of character. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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