ten steps one kill

Liu Hongfeng stepped into the third haunted house visited tonight.

Different locations, different houses, different structures and furnishings, but the cruel scene is similar.The dead were all pregnant women, and all of them had their abdomens cut open. The cutting process must have been very slow, accompanied by hysterical struggles, because the blood was everywhere, and there was a strong stench before it solidified.

Even when he was born with a wealth of money, a beautiful face, and a variety of styles, the corpse after death is as cold and hideous.

Liu Qian's fist was clenched tightly, the joints were showing white, Liu Hongfeng saw his tense face, and said: "If you are afraid..."

Liu Qian interrupted him: "I'm not afraid!"

As if to prove his words, Liu Qian stepped forward and came to the side of the corpse.

Like the proprietress of Yingge Tower and the residents of the inn, the woman in front of her was lying dead on her side, her arms twisted at weird angles, and the bruises left by her struggle could still be seen between her nails.

Her abdomen was cut open with an extremely thin knife, the incision was smooth and meticulous, and the person who performed the knife was as careful as a doctor, for fear that the blade would hurt the contents of the abdomen.But contrary to the wound, the open stomach is a mess. At first glance, it seems that the shell of a ripe pomegranate has been peeled off. The fruit begins to rot from the core, and pustules, large and small, stick together with juice Together.Careful inspection was required to make out the jumbled viscera—knotted intestines, a cracked liver, and most obviously, a uterus with a long mouth torn open.

The pregnancies of the three deceased were not the same. Both the inn resident and the proprietress of Yinggelou were pregnant not long ago. The children in their womb were only three or four months old, shrunk in the broken uterus, unable to see the shape, only a blurred pool of flesh and blood. , but the woman in front of her is different from the two. The fetus has been implanted for eight or nine months, and she can clearly distinguish the head, body, limbs, and fuzzy features on the face.

The limbs of the fetus were broken by brute force, and it lay like an ugly monster in the mother's cold body.There was no expression on the huddled wrinkled face at all, but it seemed to reveal extreme panic and pain.

Liu Qian's hands and feet were cold, and the soles of his feet seemed to be filled with lead. After he exhausted all his willpower, he allowed himself to stand in front of the corpse, and did not run away.

Duan Changya also stood in front of the corpse.

His expression has always been stern, so there is almost no difference in normal times, but if you look closely, there are still differences. His eyelashes and eyebrows are shaking slightly, as if he is desperately suppressing his anger.

His voice also became deeper than usual, and he said slowly: "This is by no means the fastest way to kill people."

Liu Hongfeng immediately understood what he meant. Although there were many dead tonight, they died from poisonous needles, drowned, and pierced with a sharp knife. These are all extremely quick ways to die, but the woman in front of her died from a long nightmare. Hellish torture.

Liu Hongfeng said: "It means that the murderer is not a killer."

"I think he's a lunatic!" Liu Qian said loudly, as if using words to embolden himself, "Look carefully, there is actually a row of teeth marks in this man's stomach, biting...on the placenta next to the fetus. "

The placenta is the part used by the fetus to absorb nutrients when it is implanted. It is attached to the inside of the uterus and will flow out together during childbirth. It is also called Ziheche. It can be used as medicine after drying.

But the placenta of the deceased in front of me was definitely not damaged for use as medicine. No one who still has a sense would cut open the belly and uterus of a living person and leave his teeth marks on the bloody placenta.

Only a madman would do such a crazy thing.

Except for the three, the rest of the people surveying the room couldn't help but gag.

This is a two-storey small building, adjacent to Huichuan, occupying a beautiful location on Yangliupo.The heavy rain covered up the blood stains outside the door, and also prevented the smell of blood from drifting too far. Otherwise, this unborn life might turn into a ghost, drifting to the long street, strangling the throats of every passerby.

Liu Qian thought about this scene for a while, and then glanced at the distorted fetus again, her back shivered again.

His back was almost drenched with sweat.

Liu Hongfeng put his hands on his shoulders, forced him to turn around, and turned his eyes and thoughts away from the deceased: "Okay, are there any other clues?"

"No more." Liu Qian replied in a dry voice, "The body is too damaged to see anything else."

"Okay," Liu Hongfeng nodded and said, "You can go."

Liu Qian was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Go away! The murderer hasn't been found yet, how do I get away?"

"Finding the murderer is an adult's business, and it's time for the kid to sleep."

"I want to track it down with you!"

"You? Your eye sockets are so red and swollen, do you think I can't see it? If I was not here, you would have cried a hundred times. Even if you were in front of the murderer, you would only cry a hundred and one times. If I make a mess, it's useless."

Liu Hongfeng's tone was frivolous, but the words he uttered were like heavy stones falling on Liu Qian's head.Liu Qian pouted and said, "I don't care, I'm going!"

"I'm not your mother. It's useless for you to play tricks on me. If you want to challenge me, beat me first."

"You...you can't speak human words?!"

Liu Qian tried his best to complain, but Liu Hongfeng was unmoved. Duan Changya stood aside, watching the two fight quietly, until Liu Qian's spitting stars sprayed on the back of his hand, he couldn't help but said: "Mr. Tell the truth, you should go to rest."

Liu Qian was stunned, he and Liu Hongfeng were too familiar, no matter how much they played around, they would not be afraid of shame, but suddenly a third person interrupted, and his face felt hot unconsciously.

The 13-year-old kid wiped his face with his sleeve, put on a dignified expression, and asked, "What about the murderer?"

"As for me, I, Duan Changya, swear that anyone who commits murder tonight will be punished by my sword, and none will be spared."

The words were so loud that Liu Qian was speechless. He frowned and struggled for a while, and finally turned to Liu Hongfeng: "Okay, then where can I wait for you?"

"Yingge Tower."

"Ah?" Liu Qianxian showed surprise, but he was intelligent by nature, and quickly understood Liu Hongfeng's intentions.Thinking about it carefully, Yingge Tower is indeed a good choice. The murderer has already come once and let the prostitutes in the building go, but he is not interested in them, so he probably won't come again in a short time.

Seeing that he was silent, Liu Hongfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter, I'll give you a chance to sleep with your beloved sisters, don't you want to?"

A hint of honest joy flashed in Liu Qian's eyes, but he quickly stretched his neck and asked, "What about you?"

"Me? Naturally, I'm going to sleep with the brother I like." After Liu Hongfeng finished speaking, he cast a very explicit wink at Duan Changya.

Liu Qian: "..."

Duan Changya turned his gaze to Liu Hongfeng, and said, "First, I don't intend to sleep tonight; second, I don't need your company; third, you and I may not necessarily be older. So please, Mr. Feng Be cautious in your words and deeds, and keep yourself clean."

Liu Hongfeng: "..."

It seems that his stalking of Duan Changya has been very effective, after all, this cold log has already sharpened itself, and he has learned to poke back on his own initiative.

Not to be outdone, Liu Hongfeng said: "It's okay, if you don't want to sleep, I'll accompany you to wake up all night. Under the night sky, under the rain curtain, relying on each other is a kind of romance."

Duan Changya: "..."

After all, the Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high.

Liu Hongfeng watched Liu Qian go downstairs, paused briefly by the window, and looked up at the sky.

The heavy rain all night finally showed signs of subsiding, like a late old man, the interval between breathing became longer and longer, and his voice became weaker and weaker.The skyline in the distance glowed a strange crimson red, and the shimmering light swayed slightly against the sea surface, and the light became brighter and brighter, like the breath of a newborn fetus.

He knew that this was the harbinger of dawn. The sun and the moon change in the world, like a mayfly that lives and dies at night. According to the myth, day and night are the pair of beloved sons of the emperor of heaven, and each must kill the other before they can come into this world.In this way, the child who will be born tonight is probably the first to see hell, so its fetal movement is so heavy, so cold, and so frightening.

There were a lot of sleepless people tonight, terrified crowds gathered in the street, talking a lot, Liu Hongfeng stood on the second floor overlooking them, but he didn't feel too much fear, maybe tonight was the last night in his life.Even though the night was not gentle, even though the rain was so fierce, Duan Changya beside him made him feel hopeful.

People live in the world, the greatest strength comes from faith, if you believe that something is good, it must be good, if you believe that there is a golden light shining from the sky, the floating clouds will not hinder your eyes.

For example, Duan Changya believed in the sword on his back.

There was indignation and grief in his eyes, but there was never any confusion in his eyes.Such a person with clear black and white seems to be born to split the night.

Liu Hongfeng asked: "What are you going to do?"

Duan Changya said: "Ask the deceased first."

Even the dead can speak.

How to hear the words of the dead is an important skill for the living.

For example, the clothes of the deceased in front of him have already revealed a lot of information.She stayed alone in the boudoir late at night, but she was dressed in a gorgeous dress, decent and glamorous, as if she had deliberately dressed up and was going to meet someone.

She really wanted to go out to meet people, because the coachman who came to meet her was still lingering downstairs.

The coachman was the first person to find out about her death. Tonight is a rainy night, and there are not many coachmen who are willing to take the car. He wanted to use this trip to earn more hard money, but when he came under the eaves, he smelled a A strange smell of blood.

Until now, he is still pale and still in shock.

His carriage is a very good carriage, golden jade canopy, and it is expensive to travel. This kind of carriage carries passengers in the middle of the night, and usually there is only one destination, which is the mountain.During the day, people from the mountains are not welcome, but at night it is another matter.Women, especially young and attractive ones, are often frequent guests of these carriages.

Duan Changya said to the coachman: "There are marks left by the ruts under the eaves, with different shades, which means that this is not the first time you have come to pick her up. Am I right?"

The coachman nodded and said, "She is indeed my regular customer, and I didn't expect such a thing to happen to her."

Duan Changya said again: "The old customer died tragically, and the murderer is still missing. If you sympathize with her situation, you should tell her secret."

The coachman was stunned for a moment, with a look of hesitation flashing across his face, but under Duan Changya's scorching gaze, he finally lowered his head and said, "I often send her to Zhujian Village at night, and wait at the back door. Wait for her man to have a private meeting with her, and send her back in the morning."

Zhujianzhuang is Yan's family business, and the people who live in the village are all trusted by the owner.Waiting at the back door late at night, neither seeing light nor people.It must be that a certain wealthy young man in the village is messing around outside, so he needs the assistance of the coachman.

It is precisely because there are many such people that the coachman can have enough to eat.

After hearing the coachman's statement, Liu Hongfeng couldn't help thinking.Apart from being pregnant, the deceased who were cut off tonight also had one common characteristic, that is, their status was high.The one who died in the inn was a wealthy businessman and his wife, while the one who died here was clinging to the children of a famous family.Although Aunt Cui of Yingge Building did not have the honorable status of the two, she was a miser who left a large amount of property savings in the building, which was looted by prostitutes fleeing everywhere.

Duan Changya stared at the coachman, he waved his hands and said, "I've told you everything I know. In our line of business, we shouldn't ask too many questions."

Duan Changya nodded, and turned his sharp eyes away from the coachman.

From the deceased, they could not find out more.

The three of them were silent under the dripping eaves, and there was a loud sound of footsteps in the distance. It was the disciples of Tianjimen who had returned to their orders.The leader is Duan Qichang's chief disciple and one of the Duan family's confidantes, Chang Zhao.

Chang Zhao stopped in front of his young master and said, "We have searched the neighborhood from house to house, but we have broken into every possible place, and we haven't found any trace of the murderer hiding."

Duan Changya frowned: "What about further places?"

Chang Zhao said: "Eighty percent of the residents of Yingzhou Island are in Yangliupo. The places farther away are sparsely populated, and it is late at night. It may not be so easy to find them. At least they must be led by someone who is familiar with the island's terrain."

Liu Hongfeng said: "The one who is most familiar with the terrain of the island is definitely the Yan family."

Chang Zhao shook his head and said, "Forgive me, Yan is huddled in his mansion like a frightened bird, guarding the Mo Xie sword in the hidden sword pavilion, and he doesn't want to come down the mountain at all."

Liu Hongfeng sighed from the side: "Oh, this dead girl was also pregnant with their flesh and blood, but now she is abandoned. It's really ruthless."

Duan Changya said to Chang Zhao: "It's fine for Mrs. Yan to stay in the Cangjian Pavilion. You go to the owner of the villa, Yan Yuehua, and ask him to open up a spare house to house the women and children who are alone on the island."

"What does the young master mean?"

"Since Mrs. Yan wants to protect the sword, they should also protect the people. Now that this lunatic murderer has made it clear that he will attack women, we cannot let him succeed."

Chang Zhao showed hesitation on his face: "But there are many women in the market who are of different religions, and Zhuang Zhu may not be willing to keep them in the mansion."

Duan Changya frowned and said: "Zhujiange and Tianjimen have an alliance agreement first, and they will co-host the martial arts conference. He should contribute to the situation and reason. Now the government can't count on it. Only we can protect the people on the island. If we see death If you don’t save them, what kind of chivalry is there for a decent family?”

"Well said," a voice praised, "I admire Young Master Duan's chivalrous mind, and I would like to help Young Master Duan."

Looking at the person who came, he couldn't help showing surprise: "Mr. Song, why are you here?"

The visitor laughed and said, "Since Tianji Gate has taken action, our Dongfeng Hall can't stand on the sidelines."

The person who came was the master of Dongfeng Hall, Song Yungui.

As he spoke, he came to Duan Changya. This man was in his early thirties, with a handsome face and a heroic look between his brows. He looked like a son of a well-clothed family, except for one thing - his shoulder There is a crutch under it.

Because of the crutches, his footsteps are also different from ordinary people. When ordinary people walk, the left and right feet make noise in turn, but he walks three times, twice with a heavy sound, and once with a soft sound.

He is a slope.

There have been many rumors in the Jianghu about the slope foot of the master of Dongfeng Hall. People often feel that a person with slope foot can climb to today's position, how lucky he is.

However, Liu Hongfeng never found it strange that people who are born with flaws either completely degenerate and become fish and meat, or they chase after them and swear to be the first, because the malice imposed on them by the world is often multiplied, they can either die or be raped , there is no third way to go.

So when Liu Hongfeng saw Song Yungui the first time, he knew what kind of person he was, and his birth was definitely not a coincidence.

Dongfengtang's branch halls are open all over the world. Not only is he like a fish in water in the business field, but he is also well-received in the Jianghu. It is rumored that he has a wide range of contacts, and he even made friends with King Pingnan.

Even Duan Changya beside him was courteous to him, respecting him as "Sir".

Song Yungui didn't come here alone, he also brought all kinds of subordinates with him, all of them were by his side, waiting for his dispatch.

He said to Duan Changya: "His Royal Highness has already told me about your situation, and I have brought a group of brothers to assist you. I figured that you must have investigated the area around Yangliupo, so when I went down the mountain, I took out the rest of the inhabited places Searched again."

Duan Changya showed joy, and asked, "How is it? Did you gain anything?"

Song Yungui sighed: "Oh, the murderer was not found, but three corpses were found, abandoned on the side of the wild road."

The subordinates on his left and right brought forward the straw mat for wrapping the corpse. On both sides of the roll that was wet by rain, pale feet and messy hair were exposed, and there were sticky blood stains on the edge.

All three were young women, all of whom had been cut open to death.One of them didn't even show signs of pregnancy, but his stomach was slashed, and because of being soaked in rain, the degree of decay was even better than the corpses in the room.The coachman had already turned his eyes away and couldn't bear to look any further.Liu Hongfeng was also sincerely thankful that Liu Qian was sent away just in time, so that the crying kid didn't see this scene.

Although there is often blood in the rivers and lakes, there are also unwritten rules. If there is a grievance and a debtor, even the hatred of killing relatives and families cannot be pursued beyond three generations.But tonight's murderer broke the rules, killed women and children indiscriminately, bullied the weak, and violated the taboo of the Jianghu people.

Song Yungui inquired about the case to Duan Changya, and then said with emotion: "The identities of the six deceased have nothing to do with each other, but they were brutally murdered on the same night. The desperadoes are really hard to deal with."

The investigators are most afraid of encountering this kind of murderer whose motive clues are not clear. A crime without a motive is like a ball of tightly rolled wool, entangled together, and it is impossible to pick out a point of entry.

Liu Hongfeng said: "There are still clues, at least I saw two."

Song Yungui looked at him in surprise: "I still hope to teach you."

Liu Hongfeng said: "Firstly, the dead in Yinggelou and the inn were accompanied by men, which greatly increased the difficulty of committing the crime. I think the murderer must have some kind of quality, which can make people let down their vigilance and fall into the trap easily. Second, this person found six targets for himself in one night. Ask if you can do it?"

Song Yungui shook his head and said, "I really can't do it."

"So, maybe he's been running around all night."

"You mean he took a car?"

"Like a carriage."

"That's a bold idea."

"There is also a bolder conjecture. If you want to lure passers-by on the side of the road into the carriage and commit the crime three times without revealing it, you may need more than one person."

"You mean there's more than one murderer?"

"Just my guess."

The coachman had been listening to the three people's words, and now he was shocked and said: "It's not me, it's not me." He opened the curtain of the car to show the empty interior.

Song Yungui didn't pay attention to him, but locked his eyes on the young man who was talking endlessly.

"Dare to ask your Excellency?"

"Under Liu Hongfeng, it's better not to ask about his background."

The two people's eyes met, Song Yungui smiled, and said: "Okay, the hero doesn't ask about his background, and I won't talk too much. Now we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, and I will be the one to persuade Master Yan, even if he doesn't buy it. The junior's face, my face, he always wants to see."

Song Yungui acted resolutely, and immediately arranged for the accompanying subordinates to search around, focusing on checking the traces left by the carriages, while he himself went in the direction of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

Duan Changya looked at the busy figures around, but his brows were still frowning, his expression solemn.

Liu Hongfeng said from the side: "Mr. Duan, what are you still worried about?"

Duan Changya said: "I just think this kind of search may not be useful."

Liu Hongfeng nodded: "Although Yingzhou Island is not big, it is still one-third of Lin'an City. It takes at least a day to walk around, and the current manpower is really not enough."

Duan Changya said: "Not only is it not enough, if the murderer really took the car, it will be even more difficult to catch up."

"So what are your plans?"

"Since you can't find it, why not try to lure him out."

Liu Hongfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at the person opposite: "What kind of lure?"

"Since the other party only picks pregnant women to attack, we will pretend to show him."

"It seems that the female disciple of Tianjimen will be wronged to be the bait."

Duan Changya paused for a moment, and said: "The number of female disciples of Tianji Sect is very small, so I did not accompany them on this trip."

Liu Hongfeng showed surprise: "There are no female disciples, so why don't you pretend to be a pregnant woman yourself?"

Duan Changya said: "If there is no other way, this is the only way."

Liu Hongfeng couldn't help opening her mouth, and involuntarily pictured in her mind the scene of Duan Changya wearing a gauze white dress, wearing brocade shoes and jade socks, with a bulging belly and a kind face...

Once this scene came to mind, it was firmly frozen like thick ink on paper, and it was impossible to get rid of it anyway.

Seeing the other party's silence for a long time, Duan Changya asked, "Why?"

Liu Hongfeng raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Then can I take the initiative to ask Ying to pretend to be the playboy who has a private meeting with you, the father of the child in your belly, and dutifully molested you."

Duan Changya tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Liu Hongfeng said: "What's the matter, I have to go through the gang on the spot."

Duan Changya: "..."

Liu Hongfeng sighed, and said: "Leave aside the fact that you and I don't look like women at all, but your hair color and complexion are as bright as a snowball at night, anyone who is not blind can recognize it. Since you are the Duan family's proud son, how can you hide it?"

Duan Changya's face darkened slightly, and he said, "I can't control my body, hair and skin from my parents."

"So where do you have the confidence to get away with it?"

"I really can't think of a better way, so I can only give it a try."

The best of both worlds is the lesser, this person's thinking has always been so simple and direct, as for the third way - the way of giving up - it has never been considered by him at all.

Seeing his frowning and pursing his lips, Liu Hongfeng smiled and said, "You better not wait, I happen to have a good idea here."

"What kind of method?"

"If you can't do it yourself, you will naturally ask your friends to help you."

"Your friend?"

"Yeah, don't forget that my friendship is all in Liuxiang, Huajie. Although it can't be compared with Mr. Song, it can come in handy at critical moments."

Duan Changya stared at him, quickly showed a clear expression, nodded and said: "So that's the case, it seems that Liu Qian has to be wronged again tonight and reluctantly give up his love."

Liu Hongfeng's eyes widened and he stared at the other party for a long time, as if he saw a ghost in broad daylight.

Duan Changya felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Liu Hongfeng said, "It's just the first time I heard you tell jokes, and the first time I realized that you also know how to be humorous."

Duan Changya said: "The so-called humor is just a kind of speaking skills, as long as you study hard, you can always learn it."

Liu Hongfeng showed surprise again.

Whether it's pretending to be a pregnant woman or using speech skills, there seems to be nothing in the world that this person dare not learn or do.

He was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Your aggressive and ruthless energy is really enviable."

Duan Changya was puzzled and said, "Why do you envy me?"

Liu Hongfeng shrugged and said, "I'm a man of three religions, and I'm different from you. If it wasn't for the troubles tonight, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the chance to look at you. Shouldn't I be envious of you?"

Duan Changya looked at him, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether you are born or famous, they are all foreign objects, just like the sword on a warrior's body, even if it is a jade dragon sword carved with gold and inlaid with silver, someone must control it, otherwise It's just a piece of scrap metal."

"According to you, isn't the Moxie sword just a piece of scrap iron?"

"That's it."

"But do you know that this piece of scrap iron caused the swordsmiths to waste their lives and brought down a generation of dynasties?"

Liu Hongfeng didn't finish the rest of the sentence - the other end of this piece of scrap iron was tied to his life, his grudge, the dirt he carried from the past, and his hope for the future.His... almost everything.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but how many people in the world can get rid of the prison of foreign objects.

If the man who wields the sword leaves the sword, what is left?

Duan Changya remained silent for a long time, and Liu Hongfeng couldn't help but reflect on whether his words were too serious, scaring this innocent and innocent young man.

He was just about to put on a hippie smile, but Duan Changya pressed his shoulder.

Contrary to his expectations, Duan Changya's expression was calm, and he said slowly: "The past is just the past after all, Mo Xiejian will definitely have a good home."

"The chaos on Yingzhou Island has spread so far, do you still believe that Mo Xiejian will be safe?"

"The chaos will end." Duan Changya said, "Wulin will never take advantage of villains, let alone let down heroes."

When he said this, his expression was still calm, and a pair of clear eyes shone brightly.

Liu Hongfeng raised the corner of her mouth and said: "Okay, if the martial arts conference can be held as scheduled, I will definitely go to win the first place, Bo Duanmei smiles."

Duan Changya said: "Don't forget that I am also your opponent."

"You want to fight me?"

"Of course, after all, Mr. Feng's martial arts are much better than his speech skills. I hope that one day, you can be honest with me."

Liu Hongfeng was speechless. He looked at the other party, but his eyes flickered a little, for fear that an inadvertent person would reveal his deepest thoughts.He really couldn't believe that an indifferent young man of aristocratic family had such a keen intuition, as if seeing the sun through the clouds, he could clearly see the concealment and filth in his heart.

There was a bitterness in his throat, and he couldn't help turning his eyes away.

At this time, he didn't remember that this was the first time he avoided Duan Changya's gaze.

At this time, he didn't know if they had met Duan Changya in another place, their ending would be very different.

The two walked side by side in the direction of Yingge Tower.

The heavy rain finally stopped gradually, leaving a piece of mud in the deep alley. The uppers of the two of them had turned gray-black, and every step they took seemed to be stepping in a puddle.

The Yingge building was surprisingly quiet, and a strong smell of blood wafted in the yard.

There were two coffins in the yard, and Liu Hongfeng saw that they were the wooden boxes that Aunt Cui used to store jewelry and clothes. She cherished money all her life and worked hard, but after she died, she could only lie in the boxes she kept privately.She is nothing more than a slave whose hands and feet are firmly bound by foreign objects.

Duan Changya looked at it for a moment, and said: "A group of men collected the corpses of Aunt Cui and Boss Sun, and their footprints are still around the coffin."

Liu Hongfeng stepped out from the front hall, nodded and said, "It's Boss Sun's subordinates. Their benevolence and righteousness are not given away for nothing. They rummaged through all the money that Aunt Cui kept at home."

Duan Changya was silent for a moment, and said, "Let's find help first."

The prostitute lived in the wing building on the opposite side of the main hall, and the boudoir for guests was hidden in the long corridor, like a stamen wrapped in layers of green leaves. Unfortunately, after a heavy rain, the building was empty. There was nothing left.

No one knows where the protagonists here have gone, as soon as they leave Yingge Tower, the brilliance of their bodies will fade away, how can the delicate and beautiful Luohong be able to withstand the scouring of the turbulent current.

There was only one of them left, standing alone in front of the wing.

In front of the huge empty building, her solitary figure looked extraordinarily thin and frail.

She looked at the person coming timidly, and asked in a low voice: "...Is it Mr. Feng?"

Liu Hongfeng also saw her face clearly, it was the young girl who served the three officials during the day - Jin'e.

When the rain stopped, Wuba sneezed loudly.

There was a faint saltiness in the air, mixed with the rich blood, which penetrated into Wuba's nose, tightening his wrinkled bridge of the nose even more.

He leaned on the scales, stroking the shaft, the wood of the shaft was still glowing with a touch of sandalwood, and the paint on the surface was thick and elegant. This is a very good carriage. Only such a carriage can make a beautiful woman sit obediently. Go up, close the curtains, and entangle with their men in the dark, making some unbearable noises.

In order to cover up this sound, the carriage usually drives to a very remote place. For Wu Ya, this is really great news.Because of this, the driver of this carriage has turned into a pool of rotten meat, lying in the gutter.The rain washed away the blood, and the body was found, at least until tomorrow.

The night is still long enough for him and Buji to have a good time.

Wuji doesn't really look like a murderer, he is less than three feet long, wearing a child's clothes, twisting his neck restlessly, twitching his nose like a hound.His nose quickly caught the source of the bloody smell, not the surrounding vegetation, nor the chariots and horses under him, but themselves.

They had already changed into their third suit of clothes for the night, but the pungent rust-like smell still lingered on them.

There is a kind of blood—human blood—that once gets on you, you can never wash it off.

Fortunately, they don't care, their temperament is just like their names, they can do whatever they want, without taboo.

No taboo, no taboo, these two names sound like they belong to a pair of tacit brothers.

It certainly wasn't the name chosen for them by their parents, who didn't know each other at all and had never met each other.It is a name of their choice.

They don't look like brothers at all. If you look at them from a distance and see only shadows, you will definitely regard them as a pair of father and son.If you get close and see their faces clearly, you will find that their appearance has changed, the son has become a father, and the father has become a son.

In fact, they are neither brothers nor father and son.They were just a pair of strangers who happened to be locked together in the sky prison.

Wuji is a natural dwarf, and his height will always stay at the age of eight years old. As long as he hides his face and puts on a child's clothes, he can fool many people, especially women.Women are naturally affectionate, and they have overflowing love and compassion for children. This is the most stupid part of their temperament. Most of them regard him as a harmless little ghost until the moment they are killed. .

No taboo is the opposite of no taboo, he was born tall and tall, with strong brows and straight eyebrows, quite handsome, but unfortunately his mind will always stay in a child's time, most people who see him for the first time will be impressed by him He was startled by the drooling smirk, and then showed a look of sympathy and contempt.

Wuji is different from other people. He likes Wuji from the bottom of his heart, and also respects him from the bottom of his heart. No matter what decision he makes, he must seek his opinion and listen to his teachings.

If there is a sincere child living in a person's heart, it doesn't really matter how tall he is or how strong his arms are.

Wuji trusted him so much that he had to ask him for instructions even before committing a murder.

"Mother's stomach is occupied by other children, can I eat them?"

He nodded and said, "Of course."

Sitting in the car, Buji first smiled, then blinked, showing a puzzled look: "But, they live in my stomach, aren't they my own flesh and blood."

"What does that matter?" He spread his hands, "Humans, you have to eat your brothers and sisters to grow taller and stronger."

"really?"

"real."

"how do you know?"

There is no way, children always like to get to the bottom of things, but Wuji has enough patience for Buji, he turned his head, looked at his companion behind him with a smile, and said in a gentle tone: "Because I was almost killed by my own Brothers and sisters eat, if you treat me as a friend, you can take revenge for me, okay?"

Buji was taken aback for a moment, and immediately raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a row of white teeth: "Okay, no problem!"

This pure and innocent smile often makes Wuji feel intoxicated. Before meeting Wuji, no one has ever looked at him with such pious eyes, and asked him for advice with such an open mind.

Most of the people were like the woman tied in the carriage, staring at him viciously, with anger and fear in their eyes, as if they were looking at a deformed monster.

The woman's whole body was tightly bound with hemp rope, and she was thrown into the dark and damp compartment, her mouth was stuffed full with a rag, she was still unwilling to be silent, making a babbling sound, which was overwhelmed by the sound of the waterfall outside the car, which sounded vague unclear.

The carriage stopped by the Longyin Spring on the north side of Yingzhou Island. The mountains and rocks here are rugged and the terrain is dangerous. The spring water falls along the cliffs, forming a waterfall, which flows into Huichuan. more than.

The sound of turbulent water is an excellent cover, but it sounds a little annoying at this moment.Wuji suddenly felt curious about what this dying woman wanted to say to him.

"No, wait a minute." He said as he got into the car, leaned forward, and slowly pulled out the rag that was stuffed in the woman's mouth.

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