As Soon as I Open My Mouth, People Will Die in Beijing.

[Gentle and smart bookstore lady × high-spirited young man recommends official] Liu Songzhen, a young lady from Liujia Bookstore, proofreads manuscripts for her father on weekdays, and goes to the teahouse to tell stories in her spare time. Xingmu took a shot, and all she told was a bizarre murder case that she had made up at random. On this day, she had just finished telling the story of a miser who was killed by an iron abacus. The next day, the owner of the bank in the city actually died in the accounting room. The iron abacus fell next to the corpse, with a deed of debt stuffed in its mouth. Even the direction of the fall was exactly the same as she said. Fu Xingjian, the official of Jingzhao Prefecture, stood under the stage with a knife hanging on his waist and a smile on his face. "Miss Liu, come with me back to the Yamen to explain?" "Explain what?" "Explain why you know how to lay corpses one day earlier than Wu Zuo." Liu Songzhen looked at him for a moment and said seriously: "That can only mean that the murderer has great taste and listened to my book last night." In order to clear the suspicion, Liu Songzhen had to follow Fu Xingjian to investigate the case. Where she couldn't enter, Fu Xingjian climbed over the wall. If Fu Xingjian couldn't figure it out, she could figure it out with a cup of tea. It's just that wherever the case is investigated, the two people argue, and neither one is willing to give in to the other. But before the first murder case was investigated, the second deceased appeared again. The stories Liu Songzhen once told began to be played out one after another in the capital. It wasn't until the fourth corpse appeared that Liu Songzhen suddenly realized that she had never told this story outside.