C4 Crazy

It's not really that complicated. It's just that ancient experimental conditions were far inferior to modern ones, and many formulas have yet to be developed.

Nangong Han waved his hand, tossing Xuanniang onto the bed. He stepped closer, looking down at her with a gaze as if he were staring at a corpse. "Speak."

Xuanniang was thrown onto the bed, and her wounds began to throb again. She bit her tongue hard to stay conscious and said, "I don't know his name, but I remember what he looks like. You can get someone to sketch him. I just remembered what the person who kidnapped me last night looked like. It was late, but I caught a glimpse. After being injured, I couldn't recall much, but I remembered some things after waking up..."

Nangong Han leaned down, gripping Xuanniang's chin, and said coldly, "Do you know that lying to me is a dead-end?"

Xuanniang's heart pounded, her lashes fluttering. She had seen many people in her past life, but she was still overwhelmed by Nangong Han's presence—perhaps because she was now Xuanniang, a widow from the village.

"Sir, I wouldn't dare deceive you. Every word is true." Xuanniang's demeanor softened, yet she showed no sign of retreat or hesitation.

She knew Nangong Han was testing her.

Nangong Han slowly approached, his handsome face magnifying before Xuanniang's eyes. He stopped just under three feet away and said in a deep voice, "That's better. First, prepare the medicine." As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Han released Xuanniang.

Xuanniang suddenly lost her strength and fell back onto the bed.

In the end, Nangong Han still didn't trust Xuanniang. Even if what she said about the murderer was true, he wasn't convinced of her medical skills.

To him, Xuanniang was just a widow, but there was something about the determination and confidence in her eyes that he found unusually captivating, unlike any woman he had ever met.

Xuanniang, despite the pain, got up and sat at the desk, carefully writing down the prescription and instructions. She was a modern woman, trained in medicine and with military experience, but she had never practiced calligraphy, so writing was quite a challenge.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Nangong Han said, turning to sit down, his robe fluttering. Xuanniang caught a glimpse and was momentarily distracted.

"Sir, we can't identify the bodies on the mountain. Their heads were severed, making facial recognition impossible. They carried no personal items, wore identical clothing, and weren't locals..." The subordinate reported, but it was all useless information.

Nangong Han masked his emotions, though his chest rose and fell slightly. Xuanniang's lips curled into a slight smile—he was angry.

Once his subordinates left, Nangong Han's fingers curled slightly, tapping gently on the table. In the quiet room, each tap was like a jolt to the heart, as if a hand was tugging at it. But Xuanniang spoke up, "Sir, regarding the matter of identity, I have some thoughts, though I'm not sure if I should share them..."

The tapping stopped abruptly.

Nangong Han's gaze shifted towards her. Xuanniang's face remained calm, but she thought to herself, when will this man tone down his intimidating aura? She continued, "You might want to check with the nearby county magistrates about missing persons and see if the numbers match. Judging by the livor mortis on these bodies, they haven't been dead for more than two days. To know when they were brought here, you'd need to ask the person who harmed me for more precise details. However, to gather so many people and kill them within a two-day journey, they must either be from nearby counties or part of some secretive group..."

Xuanniang spoke steadily, setting down the pen in her hand. The prescription on the table was finished, the ink not yet dry. Xuanniang was striking, with almond-shaped eyes and arched brows, exuding a graceful charm. Her slightly languid demeanor added an indescribable allure.

Nangong Han, hearing her words, couldn't help but take another look at her.

How could a mere village woman possess such insight?! Nangong Han had encountered many extraordinary people and events, but this was the first time he was genuinely surprised. Yet, he masked his emotions well, responding with a simple, "Hmm."

Xuanniang continued, "So, Officer, by helping me find that person, you're also helping yourself. When he left me on the hill, were there any bodies there? When were those bodies brought to the hill? Or, when did those people go up the hill while they were still alive?"

"You see, I’m helping you too, and I even wrote you a prescription. Doesn’t that count as doing a good deed?" Xuanniang smiled, her eyes twinkling with a hint of cleverness.

"What do you want?" Nangong Han asked. Ever since he met Xuanniang, her actions had been unexpected, and he had to admit, she had a point.

"Money... cash!" Xuanniang replied decisively.

She looked at Nangong Han, who carried himself with such dignity. Not taking the opportunity to earn some money now would be foolish! As a widow, with dangers lurking everywhere, she needed money to protect herself.

Seeing Nangong Han remain silent, Xuanniang quickly added, "A hundred dollars!"