The Supreme Prosecutor of the Tang Dynasty

"Drinking this morning... Mr. Chen is really a sweetheart."

Songtsen Gampo laughed. Although he spoke politely, his body was sitting on the chair honestly. During these days of being imprisoned, his mouth almost faded away. Now that he has wine, he is naturally happy..

What Chen Qiu said next made Songtsen Gampo very unhappy.

"It's not that I'm a romantic person, but I feel like there won't be many opportunities to drink with you in the future."

Chen Qiu looked at Songtsan Gampo, then put the red silk cloth wrapped with the skull model on the table, and looked at Songtsen Gampo:"I have something here to cheer you up, do you want to open it and take a look?

Songtsen Gampo's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended not to care:"What?""

"You can take a look for yourself. Chen

Qiu wrung his hands together,"But I think if you want to drink good wine, you should wait and see it later. I'm worried that it will affect your interest in drinking.""

"this……"

Songtsen Gampo felt more and more unhappy. What did Chen Qiu mean by what he said?

What should I do if I can’t read?

The flustered Songtsan Gampo laughed dryly, which was very unusual, but he was a smart man after all. He smiled and said to Chen Qiu:"It's up to the guest to do as he pleases. If Mr. Chen says when to open it, then open it when.""

"good! Chen

Qiu nodded, and then said:"Then open it later, so as not to affect your mood while eating.""

When Chen Qiu said this, Songtsan Gampo felt even more uncomfortable. What on earth is this? Tell me, are you saying that you want me to eat?

Songtsan Gampo jumped anxiously, but he He had to make a decision even while kneeling. He smiled dryly and sat across from Chen Qiu. He pushed cups and changed cups from time to time, but his eyes kept looking at the red silk package placed on the corner of the table. The more he looked at it, the more he looked at it. He was anxious and anxious.

He really wanted to know what it was, but he couldn't know it himself, which was very embarrassing.

Chen Qiu was very comfortable. He knew that Songtsen Gampo was itching, but he didn't know how to say it. Well, the more this happened, the more he had to hang up Songtsen Gampo, and he was almost ready. Chen Qiucai pretended to be very impatient, and pushed the red silk parcel placed next to the corner of the table to Songtsen Gampo:"I want to see it. Just look at it, you can't even drink it if you look at it like that"

"Haha... Mr. Chen really understands me, haha."

Songtsen Gampo smiled dryly, and then placed his hand on the red silk cloth without stopping:"Since Mr. Chen said so, then I would rather obey your orders and see what is inside, haha.……"

Songtsan Gampo smiled very dryly. When Chen Qiu saw it, he felt that his smile was very fake. Chen Qiu continued to drink and eat food. Songtsan Gampo put his hand on the red silk cloth and was shocked when he opened it..

Let me strangle you, why is it a human head?

Songtsen Gampo was a little flustered. He didn't expect Chen Qiu to be so aggressive and come to drink with his head in his hand.

However, after calming down a little, I took a closer look at the head. It was made of clay and was a fake head.

This made Songtsan Gampo breathe a sigh of relief, but what followed was another kind of uneasiness. The human head wrapped in red silk looked so familiar, very familiar.

Songtsen Gampo calmed down instantly. He didn't know what Chen Qiu meant by taking the head.

Did you find out what he did?

Or are you just using it to bluff yourself?

Songtsan Gampo was a little panicked. Looking at Chen Qiu who was drinking and eating food calmly, Songtsan Gampo raised his trembling hand and moved it down:"Master Chen, this head is really made. I also Don’t you think Mr. Chen would come and have a drink with me with his head in his hand? In that case, it would be too unbelievable"

"Unbelievable? I don't think so."

Chen Qiu put down his wine glass, looked at Songtsan Gambo and asked:"Songtsan Gambo, does this human head look familiar to you?"

"this……"

Songtsan Gampo pretended to look at him, frowning and thinking:"Master Chen, if you don't tell me that I haven't noticed it yet, when you say that, I feel a little familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen him."

"Yeah?"

Chen Qiu played with the wine glass and looked at Songtsen Gampo:"Didn't you say before that you will never forget your murderer? Why can't I remember it so quickly?"

Sure enough, he knew something!

Songtsan Gambo's heart sank suddenly, and he couldn't even remember whether he had said what Chen Qiu said.

"When you said that, I remembered that he was my murderer!"

Songtsen Gampo pretended to just remember, and slammed the corner of the table:"That's him... Mr. Chen, why is his head made of mud?"

"Your men chopped off his face so much that he couldn't recognize his appearance, so I re-carved his appearance with clay, and that's what he looks like now. A smile appeared on Chen

Qiu's lips,"Songtsen Gampo, this is a new method I have developed to solve crimes. It's called behavioral traceology. It means that as long as he exists, he will definitely leave traces, and I can use these to solve the case." Find the traces."

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