Wufu could never have expected that Ninth Master would be so willing to lower himself, asking for guidance even after his own people had been slapped in the face.
Should he be described as approachable, or as someone who knows how to bend and stretch?
Whichever it was, Ah Jiu’s demeanor greatly pleased Wufu.
"It was really just luck." Wufu shrugged his shoulders and, seeing Ah Jiu’s earnest expression, coughed twice before saying, "Alright, I’ve studied the criminal psychology of the culprit and worked out the details step by step until I figured it out."
Wufu didn’t want to say too much, but seeing his sincere request for advice, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to share a bit.
She pulled out a few pieces of paper from her sleeve and handed them over—they were her written details and commonalities.
Ah Jiu took them and winced at a glance at the handwriting.
The handwriting was, truly, ugly.
"This handwriting..." When he looked back at Wufu, she seemed to take it for granted, not feeling her handwriting was bad at all, so he smiled and said, "It’s quite unique."
Well, nobody’s perfect. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses.
Wufu admitted frankly, "My handwriting isn’t good."
Ah Jiu chuckled as he continued reading. Not long after, he was somewhat surprised. Although some characters were hard for him to decipher, the records were impressively detailed.
"Pretty detailed, right?" Wufu said somewhat proudly, "I specifically went to the Lord County Magistrate to view these case records, so I could transcribe and analyze the details, and then visited each victim..."
She went over how she had solved the case, and Ah Jiu concluded he understood what she meant by luck.
Normally, Yamen case records wouldn’t be accessible to someone with an unclear background. Who would know what identity you hold or what business you have?
It could only mean that Wen Si was too eager to solve the case; otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t have made these documents available to an outsider. If the Imperial Censor found out, the censure would be enough to give him a hard time.
In the end, he was young and couldn’t keep his impatience in check.
Ah Jiu muttered a few criticisms of Wen Congrui to himself.
Meanwhile, Wen Congrui, who was rigorously interrogating Coffin Guy, sneezed loudly twice.
"Your analysis is quite fair," Ah Jiu sincerely complimented.
Of course, that’s what I’ve been taught.
Wufu felt a bit of self-satisfaction, lifting her chin slightly.
Ah Jiu pursed his lips, holding back a smile, but the laughter still gradually filled his eyes.
Wufu was unaware that her current proud and arrogant demeanor resembled the craftiness of a fox.
"My subordinate truly doesn’t compare to you," Ah Jiu sighed lightly.
Hoo Die was proficient in kung fu, upright, and saw things in black and white, sticking to one path without turning back. Sometimes, this was also a disadvantage because it meant a lack of adaptability.
"He is extremely loyal to you. And besides, he has certain qualities others lack, otherwise, you wouldn’t employ him," Wufu shrugged.
Ah Jiu was taken aback for a moment.
"Anyway, I concede, with your analysis you could probably become a Female Constable," Ah Jiu said with a laugh.
Wufu laughed heartily, "You flatter me, it was just luck. I’m honestly not interested in becoming a constable."
"I suppose you have other hidden talents?" Ah Jiu probed.
He didn’t look at her, making casual conversation as though baiting her, his direct approach making it hard to criticize his motives.
"Who knows? The potential of a person is unlimited. As long as you pressure them to the limit, it can be squeezed out," Wufu vaguely replied.
Just then, Yuan Ye reported from the doorway that the food was ready, and following the end of his sentence, servers came in one after another, bringing dishes in a continuous stream.