Xin Zizhao's eyes flickered. He had already opened the door but then closed it again. He walked over and picked up the neatly folded object on the bed.
Wasn't this the note with a prescription written on it that he had picked up in that inn just now! How could it be on her? She must have taken it when she was checking things just now.
When he first saw this prescription, he knew it wasn't a real one. The herbs in it were incompatible. How could it be used to treat patients?
However, it could be just a note simply listing the names of herbs.
As night gradually fell, lanterns were lit on the streets of Liuyun City. The warm yellow light diluted the cold brought by winter. People were bustling on the streets, seemingly unaffected by the corpse - in - snowman case during the day.
Xin Zizhao fetched a fire starter and lit the oil lamp in the room. The person on the bed was still sound asleep, sprawled out, which made Xin Zizhao quite disgusted.
Not to mention that this woman was dressed as a man, her carefree nature alone was enough for Xin Zizhao to dislike. However, there was something about her spontaneity that didn't make him hate her.
Xin Zizhao picked up the note again and carefully read the names of the herbs listed on it. After looking, he didn't find anything special. Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a loud noise from behind.
"Bang!"
Xin Zizhao, who was holding the note, showed a bit of helplessness on his usually expressionless face. He turned around and saw that the person who was originally on the bed had fallen to the ground with the quilt. Such a fall must have made a great noise.
Shortly after, the voice of the inn waiter came from outside, "Sir, sir, what's going on?"
Xin Zizhao didn't care about Wei Shuxuan who was still on the ground. He folded the note and put it into his robe, then quickly walked over to open the door. When the waiter saw that the people in the room finally opened the door, Xin Zizhao gave him a cold look. "What do you want?"
The aura emanating from Xin Zizhao was intimidating. The waiter immediately fell silent and quickly showed a flattering smile. "Our boss heard a loud noise from your room and was a bit worried, so he sent me to check."
The murder case that happened in Laifu Restaurant today had made other inns in the town very nervous. They were afraid that the next murder would happen in their own inns.
"It's okay. My friend was drunk and fell off the bed."
However, this explanation still made the waiter show a skeptical look. Since the fact was just like this, Xin Zizhao was too lazy to explain more.
"… It hurts so much!" At this moment, another voice came from the room. When Wei Shuxuan fell off the bed, her head hit the wooden floor. The intense pain spread quickly. Coupled with the after - effects of the alcohol, Wei Shuxuan couldn't stop complaining.
Xin Zizhao turned to look at Wei Shuxuan and couldn't help frowning. Finally, all his helplessness turned into a sigh. He looked at the waiter. "Waiter, could you please help me cook some hangover soup and prepare some food?"
After saying that, Xin Zizhao took out a few pieces of silver from his money bag and gave them to the waiter.
"Sure!"
Wei Shuxuan wrapped herself in the quilt and sat down at the table. She reached out to rub the back of her head where she had hit. Her head still hurt badly. Xin Zizhao walked over and poured her a cup of tea. "Drink some tea."
"Thanks."
Wei Shuxuan wasn't polite with him. She naturally picked up the teacup and drank. The tea was still warm. She thought it was Pu'er or black tea, but unexpectedly it was honey green tea. She looked at Xin Zizhao in surprise. She didn't expect this cold - looking man to be quite caring.
However, Xin Zizhao apparently saw what was on Wei Shuxuan's mind. He calmly added, "Don't think too much. I'm just afraid you'll cause me trouble."
This cold shower came just right. Wei Shuxuan, who had just been praising Xin Zizhao in her heart, immediately took back her praise.
With a generous tip, the waiter worked very quickly. Before long, he put the things Xin Zizhao wanted on the table. Xin Zizhao pushed the still - steaming hangover soup in front of Wei Shuxuan. "Drink this first."
"What's this?" Wei Shuxuan smelled it but didn't detect any bitter taste.
"Hangover soup."
Hearing this, Wei Shuxuan smiled. She nudged Xin Zizhao's hand with her elbow, with a twinkle in her eyes. "Come on, you actually do care about me. Are you a tsundere?"
"Tsundere?" Xin Zizhao looked at the playfully smiling Wei Shuxuan in confusion.
"It means you do things that are completely different from what you say. Got it?"
Xin Zizhao just nodded and continued to eat his meal. Wei Shuxuan looked at this cold - faced man in front of her. Couldn't this iceberg show more expressions!
She suddenly felt that her future days would be tiring.
After the meal, Xin Zizhao called the waiter over to clear the table. After the waiter left, he took out the note from his bosom. Wei Shuxuan was holding a teacup and leaned over. "What's that you're holding?"
When she took a look, wasn't it the note she had picked up at the first crime scene? How did it end up in this iceberg's hands!
"How did you get this?" Wei Shuxuan looked at him in surprise.
"I picked it up on the bed."
Xin Zizhao unfolded the note. Wei Shuxuan immediately shifted her gaze to the note. She scanned the neatly arranged names of the herbs. "Hey, Iceberg, do you see anything different?"
Wei Shuxuan's address for him made Xin Zizhao's hand holding the note pause for a moment. However, he quickly adjusted. "Not yet. Come and take a look."
According to Wei Shuxuan's understanding, she knew that the ancients liked to play tricks like hidden - message poems. She wondered if those two human traffickers were the same. But those two looked so rough and tough. They didn't seem to be the kind of people with much cultural knowledge. Anyway, she decided to give it a try first.
She read the note again. Ah, it wasn't like that. She had overestimated those two human traffickers.
Seeing Wei Shuxuan frown again, Xin Zizhao tilted his face slightly. His gaze fell on the note from the side. Suddenly, his pupils dilated. Xin Zizhao snatched the note from Wei Shuxuan's hand. This sudden move of the man startled Wei Shuxuan.
"Hey, Iceberg, what are you doing!"
Xin Zizhao picked up a pen and placed the writing brush diagonally in the middle of the note. Wei Shuxuan was very puzzled by his action. But when she saw the characters blocked by the pen, her eyes widened.