Just then, he heard a sound from the wing room next to him. Yang Qiuchi walked to the door with one foot high and one foot low, opened the curtain, and saw Chunhong lying on the ground, gasping for breath, and a red paint toilet was placed next to him.

Just now, Chunhong drank the bottle of Laojiao wine in one breath, and her stomach couldn't stand it, so she ran back and vomited first. After vomiting, she felt dizzy and fell to the ground. She felt her stomach churning, but she just retching and could no longer vomit.

Yang Qiuchi picked up the door curtain and smiled: "You can't drink and you have to be a hero. How about it? Now the hero has turned into a bear, isn't it fun?"

He walked over, put one of her hands on his shoulders, and struggled to help her up.

After Chunhong vomited, her head felt clearer. After seeing that it was Yang Qiuchi clearly, she couldn't help but show a look of contempt on her face. She pushed Yang Qiuchi away and forced herself to walk back to the room. As soon as she took a step, she swayed and almost fell down.

Yang Qiuchi didn't notice her expression. Seeing that she was about to fall, he quickly supported her and helped her back to the room and placed it on the bed.

Chunhong didn't dare to lie down. At this moment, she only felt the whole house shaking, for fear that she would feel even more dizzy when she lay down.

Yang Qiuchi is often drunk and knows that she cannot let her lie down at this moment. If she lie down and fall asleep, then why would she ask questions? Wouldn’t she be in vain?

Yang Qiuchi narrowed his drunken eyes and saw two bowls of sober soup on the table. It should have been prepared by those who sent them in just now. He picked up a bowl and handed it to Chunhong: "Miss Chunhong, drink some sober soup to sober up, we haven't done what you promised me yet."

The red and red clouds shone with a hint of sneering at the corner of his mouth. Without looking at Yang Qiuchi, he reached out to take the bowl of sobering soup, and dried it in one breath, saying, "Sir. What do you want to do?"

When Yang Qiuchi heard something in her words, he asked in confusion: "How to do what?"

Chunhong unbuttoned her clothes and walked to Yang Qiuchi while shaking her hands, putting her hands on his neck with one hand, sitting on his legs with a petite body, grabbed one of his hands, reached into his clothes, and pressed his hands on his naked and tender breasts.

Yang Qiuchi quickly pulled his hand back, pushed her away, and said with a stuttering stutter: "Miss Chunhong. You misunderstood. I didn't mean to do this."

Chunhong smiled faintly: "So Jue has other ways to play, so okay. Sir Jue, say, Chunhong just does what he wants."

The misunderstanding became deeper. Yang Qiuchi felt dizzy and the wine surged upwards. He hurriedly picked up another bowl of sober soup on the table. Gudongdong drank it dry, wiped his mouth, and had a bitter face: "Miss Chunhong. You misunderstood. I bet with you that I want you to answer a few questions if you lose, not to be with you... and you..."

Chunhong was very surprised. She glanced at the big carved sandalwood bed and hesitated for a moment: "Sir, don't you want to be with Chunhong..."

Yang Qiuchi shook his hands: "Mr. Peng Qi has promised you, and he will redeem you for the Spring Festival and marry you. You are all from his Peng family. It's not a brothel... How can I be with you... That, so-called friends and wives should not be bullied. Although Mr. Peng Qi is not my friend, I can't do such things either."

Chunhong stared at Yang Qiuchi in a daze. At some point, his eyes were red. He said quietly: "It turns out that Lord Jue is a gentleman, Chunhong blamed Lord Jue wrongly." He bowed to Yang Qiuchi: "What is Chunhong offended Lord Jue, please forgive me."

Yang Qiuchi smiled and said, "It's okay, let's sit down and talk." After that, he sat down at the table.

Chunhong also slowly sat down at the table, buttoned her clothes, wiped her tears, and smiled reluctantly: "Sir, please ask if you have anything to say, Chunhong will definitely answer truthfully."

Yang Qiuchi thought for a while and asked, "Did Peng Si come to Li Chunyuan last night?"

"I've been here, and I've had a quarrel with Mr. Peng and was kicked by Mr. Qi."

"Can you tell me what happened at that time? As detailed as possible."

"Good land, Lord." Chunhong said, "Peng Si has always liked me very much. He also said that he would save money to redeem me and then marry me. But he had eaten, drink, gambled, and spent a few money on it. He was not a person who could rely on his life, so I didn't like him and never agreed. But no matter what I said, he didn't listen and always came to pester me."

Yang Qiuchi asked, "Does he know that Peng Laoqi wants to redeem you and marry you?"

"I know, he begged me many times for this matter, asking me not to agree to Master Qi and wait for him to make up enough money. Last night, Peng Si came to us drunk and told me about this matter again. At this time, Peng Laoqi also came, and the two of them started arguing at the stairs outside my house. Peng Laoqi was so angry that he kicked Peng Si in the stomach. Peng Si rolled down the stairs and hit the bluestone floor with his head. He was curled up there and couldn't get up."

Yang Qiuchi hurriedly asked, "Where did he hit his head?"

"I didn't notice. I only saw his head pounding on the bluestone slab, and then he hugged his head and curled it. I didn't notice where he hit. When we ran downstairs to check, we didn't see his head bleeding." Chunhong thought for a while, and then added, "By the way, a bag was knocked out of the back of his head."

"Which part is it? Touch my head and point it out." Yang Qiuchi took off the hat on his head, tilted his head, and pointed his fingers at his head.

Chunhong couldn't help laughing, blushed, stretched out her white arms and touched the back of Yang Qiuchi's head: "This is the position."

Yang Qiuchi was happy, afraid that she would remember the wrong thing, so he asked again: "Miss Chunhong, please recall it carefully. This position is very important. Can you be sure that Peng Sidi was indeed hit on the back of his head?"

"Yes, I can be sure." Chunhong nodded, "Because we were all a little scared when we saw Peng Si's pain. My mother went to get the slap wine and asked me to wipe it for him. It was the part where we wiped it, which was about the size of a little finger."

"The little finger is so big?" Yang Qiuchi was a little confused. "Is it necessary to hurt so much that the little finger is so big?"

"That's right, Peng Laoqi touched the back of his head first, and found that it was not very swollen. He thought Peng Si was pretending to be slandering him and wanted to hit Peng Si. Later, he saw that he was so painful that he was sweating. It didn't seem fake. We panicked and took him the medicinal wine."

Yang Qiuchi nodded. Judging from the position that Chunhong touched, it was inconsistent with the hematoma on the head of Peng Si's corpse. This shows that the hematoma on the top of Peng Si's corpse should not be injured by Peng Si's kick downstairs. And the inkstone of Shui Wanqi probably hit Peng Si's head, which coincided with the hematoma on the top of Peng Si's head. This means that Peng Si may have died of Shui Wanqi's inkstone, not Peng Laoqi's kick.

When I recalled the second autopsy for Peng Si, it seemed that Peng Si only had a obvious hematoma on the top of his head, but there was no one on the back of his head. However, it was inaccurate to touch the subcutaneous bleeding of the scalp with his hands. Chunhong said that Peng Si had a little finger-sized hematoma on the back of his head at that time, and it was very likely that he had been absorbed by his body before his sudden death without leaving any obvious hematoma.

However, it cannot be said that the top of the head with epidermal hematoma will definitely cause intracranial hemorrhage, and the impact of the back of the head without epidermal hematoma cannot cause intracranial hemorrhage. Because this damage to the epidermis is relatively mild, it can completely cause intracranial blood vessel tearing and bleeding, leading to death. Especially if the deceased suffers from severe central nervous system diseases, it is more likely to cause invasive intracranial hemorrhage death.

Chunhong saw Yang Qiuchi lowering his head and pondering, and did not dare to interrupt his thoughts. Seeing the red candles swaying on the table, the wicks grew longer, so she took a pair of small scissors and gently reduced a small wick on it. The candlelight lit up.

At this bright light, Yang Qiuchi also reflected on it and said, "What happened later? How did Peng Si leave?"

Chunhong put down the scissors and said, "Peng Si lies on the ground for a long time, but he just said a headache. We asked Mr. Gui to support him and send him to the door, and he left by himself."

"When was he leaving?"

"It should be almost three updates."

"About three updates?" According to the corpse phenomenon, Peng Si died at around twelve o'clock in the evening, and the third update is from eleven o'clock to one o'clock now. In this way, Peng Si died on the way back to his residence after Li Chunyuan was hit.

Peng Si suffered two heavy blows in the head the day before yesterday and last night, one of which was found to have acute intracranial bleeding and died of death by one alone or twice. It seems that it will take only after dissection.

Yang Qiuchi said, "Okay, I'll finish asking, let's go back and continue drinking." Looking at Chunhong, she saw her delicate and tender and tender eyes blinking, and her charming eyes were full of charm. A smile was filled with spring. The more you looked at, the more beautiful you became, the more charming you looked at. A heat in the dantian was about to rise, burning all over her body like a fire, burning her mind.

Chunhong also blushed, looked at Yang Qiuchi with charming eyes, stood up, twisted her waist and walked over, still sat in his arms, and said in an intoxicating voice: "Sir, do you really... really just want to ask questions?"

Yang Qiuchi's hot face pressed against Chunhongchen's high chest, and she heard her heart jumping like a cheerful deer.

Yang Qiuchi felt his whole body was hot, and the spring red in his arms was charming and charming. He was really a beauty in the world, and his heart was confused: "You...you are Peng Laoqi's...a wife who has nowhere to pass!"
Chapter completed!