Regarding the case of Cui Liu, in fact, she already knew who the perpetrator was.
Cui Liu was her confidant. In this brothel, there were too few people she could trust, and Cui Liu was one of them. She had brought Cui Liu up herself, so she was very sad to hear of her death.
Originally, Cui Liu was supposed to secretly monitor A Liu's every move. But Jing Hong didn't trust A Liu much. She needed a pair of eyes to keep an eye on A Liu at all times to feel at ease.
Not long ago, when Cui Liu reported to her that A Liu's whereabouts were strange, Jing Hong didn't care at all, relying on her extensive network of intelligence.
Now thinking about it, things turned out this way because of her own over - confidence.
If she had taken precautions earlier, maybe things wouldn't have ended like this.
As her eyes, Cui Liu would naturally be the first to be killed by A Liu. Only by blinding the eyes first could A Liu gain freedom.
A Liu had planned everything. She found a stranger to cover her tracks, while she herself entered through the window and killed Cui Liu. It was said that the means were extremely cruel.
After Jing Hong came out of the secret chamber, A Yi briefly told her about Cui Liu's death. When she died, her skin seemed to have been peeled off.
It was bloody.
Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, just hearing the description, she knew that the victim must have suffered a great deal of pain when she died.
It was all because of her arrogance. If she had prepared earlier, if...
It was useless to say these things now. The most important thing was to find out the person in the pavilion who wanted to take her life.
Jing Hong briefly described the situation in the intelligence pavilion, but there were also some true and false parts. Anyway, this information was enough for Song Yan.
"Well, that's all. To solve Cui Liu's case, we must first catch A Liu." Jing Hong put the teacup on the table. Her beautiful eyes were lowered, and her voice was soft.
"Cui Liu's body has been taken back to the morgue. If you want to see her for the last time, you can take her away." Song Yan listened quietly to Jing Hong's words. He could feel that the self - blame and regret in her tone when talking about this matter were not feigned.
Maybe others would think he was meddling, but perhaps she would like to see Cui Liu for the last time.
Jing Hong was stunned for a moment when she heard the name Cui Liu. She remembered that when Cui Liu was a child, she would tug at her skirt and call her "Pavilion Master".
She cherished Cui Liu. She thought that the job of monitoring A Liu would be the easiest, but unexpectedly, it would cost Cui Liu her life.
Jing Hong sighed softly. Her voice was low, filled with boundless sorrow. "Cui Liu was always very vain on weekdays. She probably wouldn't want me to see her in this state. I will take the body back and bury it myself. Thank you, Director Song, for your kindness."
Song Yan didn't say a word. In this atmosphere, it seemed inappropriate to say anything. Jing Hong was sad for only a short while before changing the topic.
"You should rest well first. We'll discuss it tomorrow." Jing Hong stood up, smiled in their direction, and then walked towards the door.
A Yi had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When he saw Jing Hong coming out, he shook out the outer robe in his hand and put it on her.
"It's cold outside. Please go to rest earlier, Pavilion Master." A Yi's voice was still as cold as ever, as if nothing could touch his heart.
Jing Hong pulled the outer robe on her shoulders. Looking at the waning moon in the sky, her voice was soft, like a sigh.
"Find some time to bring Cui Liu back. The morgue is too cold."
"Yes."
A Yi hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice.
Jing Hong slowly walked towards the wing - room. Since she escaped from the fire, every step she took was a gamble with her life.
There came the sound of weapons clashing behind her. Jing Hong didn't look back. Her steps became more and more firm.
There would only be more and more assassins sent after this. She didn't even need to order A Yi to take them alive. She knew these assassins better than anyone else because she had created them herself.
If they failed, there was only one order: death.
On the other side, Song Yan was sitting on a wooden chair. Looking at Ye Zhiqiu's expression, he seemed to have something to say.
Ye Zhiqiu just coldly took a sip of tea and ignored Song Yan's hint. Just as the atmosphere was getting increasingly awkward, the doctor walked into the room from the next one.
He carried a medicine chest and pushed the door open. As he walked in, he said, "Young Master Shen is fine for now. He just needs to take some medicine after waking up. I wonder if there's anything wrong with you, Lord Song?"
"I'm fine. It's just that my hair was burned. Please check Mr. Ye first. He must be feeling very uncomfortable after inhaling the smoke." As soon as Song Yan saw the doctor coming, he immediately said this.
Ye Zhiqiu just replied indifferently, "Check him first."
Now it was the doctor's turn to be in a dilemma. In his many years of practicing medicine, he had seen people pushing each other to be treated first, but he had never seen two men doing so.
With their back - and - forth talk, he didn't know what to do. Listening to too many words made him annoyed, so he simply threw the medicine chest on the ground with a thud to stop their pushing.
"Come on! Why are you being so hesitant about getting treated? Just now, the Pavilion Master told me that Young Master Song stayed in the fire for a long time. Listen to me. I'll decide who to check first."
Hearing this, Song Yan opened his mouth to say something, but seeing the doctor's determined look, he didn't say anything more.
The doctor carried the medicine chest in front of him and took a look at Song Yan's injuries. Although he looked in a mess, fortunately, the wounds were not very deep. After applying some ointment, the doctor noticed something wrong.
The doctor cut a piece of the clothes on Song Yan's back with scissors and saw that the burned flesh had stuck to the clothes.
"Hey, Young Master Song. Your back is burned like this. How can you still hold on and push the treatment to others!" The doctor couldn't help scolding Song Yan for his behavior just now when he saw the injury.
The flesh had stuck to the clothes. It must be extremely painful. He was still holding on. If it wasn't treated quickly, the injury would only get worse. It would be troublesome if it suppurated in the end.
"Please help me, Young Master Ye." The doctor said to Ye Zhiqiu, who was standing not far away. Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu took a few steps forward and stood behind Song Yan.
The wound looked terrifying from afar, not to mention up close. Ye Zhiqiu frowned when he saw the bloody mess.
"Well, it's normal for martial artists to get injured. It's not that serious." Song Yan felt the situation was a bit awkward, so he joked about himself to ease the atmosphere.
The doctor mercilessly patted his back and said, "I hope you can still say so later."
After saying that, the doctor soaked the gauze in water and instructed Ye Zhiqiu, "Hold him down later and don't let him move."
"Okay."
As soon as the words were out, before Song Yan could react, he felt a tearing pain on his back. The pain was intense and persistent. Cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
Seeing this, Ye Zhiqiu just exerted more force on the hand holding Song Yan's shoulder.
"It'll be over soon. Hold on for a while." Song Yan felt that even the doctor's voice sounded a bit blurred in his ears.
He had also suffered some minor injuries during his martial - arts practice, but he never expected that a burn would be more painful than he thought.
After the doctor finished treating the wound, he packed up the medicine chest and whispered instructions, "Remember, don't let the wound get wet during this period. Change the medicine every two hours. Don't lie on your back when sleeping. That's about it."
Saying this, he took out a small porcelain bottle from a pile of medicine and put it on the table. After finishing his work, he yawned and carried the medicine chest out.
"I'm finally done. What a long night..." With that, he walked out. When the sound of his footsteps faded away, Song Yan looked in Ye Zhiqiu's direction and said dryly, "It's already late at night. You should go back and rest."
"If I go back, there'll be no one to change your medicine."
"I can handle such a small thing myself."
"If you can reach your back with your hands, I'll believe you."
Ye Zhiqiu said this cold - faced and irrefutable sentence, which left Song Yan speechless.
Indeed, the position of the wound was too awkward. He really couldn't change the medicine by himself. Although it was true, he always felt that he had troubled Ye Zhiqiu too much.
Ye Zhiqiu had saved him, and now he had to trouble him to change the medicine. He felt very guilty for involving Ye Zhiqiu in this for no reason.
"I..." Song Yan wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Ye Zhiqiu.
"What's the head of the Investigation Department being so coy for?" Ye Zhiqiu's words were as sharp as ever, leaving Song Yan not knowing what to say.
In the end, he had no choice but to compromise.
This night was really long...
Song Yan closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. So many things had happened tonight. He had escaped from the fire and cooperated with Jing Hong. Now he had no energy to think about other things.
The tense string in his mind suddenly relaxed, and he had a deep sleep.
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't sleep as soundly as Song Yan. He walked to the window and looked at the waning moon in the sky. His eyes were filled with complex emotions.
Because of his own transformation.
A Qing's words still echoed in his ears. He didn't want to think about these things anymore. He frowned slightly and closed the window.
The next day, Song Yan was woken up by the sun. He reached out his hand to block the dazzling light. Turning his head, he saw Ye Zhiqiu sitting on a chair, resting his chin on his hand.
Presumably, Ye Zhiqiu was so tired because he had taken care of him last night.
"Song Yan, I feel like I had a nightmare last night..."
At this time, Shen Huaian's voice rang out. His voice came before he did. When he pushed the door open, he saw Song Yan making a silent gesture.
He leaned forward and took a look. He saw Ye Zhiqiu closing his eyes and resting. Even when he was sleeping, his brows were deeply furrowed, as if he was having a bad dream.
Seeing this, Shen Huaian didn't shout anymore. He made a gesture and said that he would wait for Song Yan outside.
After Song Yan tidied up his clothes, he walked out quietly. As soon as he closed the door, Ye Zhiqiu woke up.
He looked at the closed wooden door and shook his wrist. He hadn't slept all night. Now his mind was still in a mess.
He still had to teach at the private school today. Looking at the time, it was probably too late.