Chasing brother for thousands of miles

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The madam of Hongxiu Pavilion opened her mouth, she was about to say something, but was taken aback by the man's smile, her mind went blank, and after a long time, she forced out, "My Rui'er..."

Bi Xiao was terrified by Rui Ji's sudden death, and couldn't help crying. Although she was frightened, she was trained in the Fengyue Field for many years, and she cried so much that she was so charming and charming.

But at the moment, no one appreciates her beauty.

Wen Nianyuan only felt that there was a fly flying by his ear, and he kept buzzing, although it was disturbing, but the other party was a weak woman, so it was not good, let alone——

He looked at the man opposite him through the three-foot white silk, and he planned to tie him back if he was a real gangster, but he didn't expect to see this kind of scene.

Not wearing a mask, Wen Nianyuan thought to himself, it seems this time was an accident.It's just this accident, which is even more troublesome.

Originally, Bi Xiao's exclamation just now had spread throughout the building, but now that she cried, the girls and guests in the building couldn't hold back their curiosity and gathered around one after another.

As expected, more and more terrified screams and cries began to sound, and now even other men who are sympathetic to women and women can't stand it anymore.

The curvature of the mouth of the man in white remained unchanged, he casually glanced at the faces of the men and women who poured into the room, and then turned back to Rui Ji's body, raised his hand and waved, the white silk broke instantly.

Everyone exclaimed again, Rui Ji's body fell down, he gently stretched out his hand to help, Wen Nianyuan took the first step, picked up Rui Ji's body, stretched out his finger to check, he was already out of breath.

"Sister Ruiji!" There was a shrill cry from the crowd of girls, and a woman wearing a lake blue pleated skirt stepped out. Her beautiful face was still stained with tears, but her eyes were full of resentment. The man in white said, "It's you! You killed Sister Ruiji!"

After finishing speaking, she turned her head to look at the madam, and said in a sad voice: "Mom, we have to report to the police and arrest this thief who killed sister Ruiji!"

At this moment, the madam had already come to her senses, and she put away the shocked expression on her face.

After all, she has experienced longer than those young girls, and she is not so angry, she just said in a deep voice: "Seventh Young Master, Ruier was fine before you entered the house, but now a living person has turned into a corpse, what does Seventh Young Master say?"

Although she didn't directly point out that the other party was the murderer, she still believed in her heart that she was close to ten, not only her, but most of the girls and guests around her also thought so.

Qinlou Chu Pavilion is no different than other places, even if you stay in an inn, you have to register, but these romantic venues are not so strict.

For example, the Seventh Young Master, when he came just now, people called him the Seventh Young Master. As for his surname and which family the Seventh Young Master belonged to, no one could tell. Then he entered the room of the oiran lady.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, there was a murder case, and the one who died was the cash cow that the madam put on her heart, how could she let it go so easily!

Seventh Young Master didn't change his face, looked down at Rui Ji, shook his head, "When I came in, this girl was already dead."

"Even if the seventh son deceives us into being a prostitute, this is too slanderous! Earlier, I came to see Rui'er with the young master. After the young master answered Rui'er's question, Rui'er agreed to meet with the young master. At that time, Rui'er was fine. It's less than half a cup of tea, how dare you tell such a lie when something like this happens?"

The bustard's face was calm, but she was obviously very angry. She insisted on the murderer inside and out, but she didn't accuse the murderer, and everything she said was true.

Everyone in Sucheng knows the rules of Rui Ji, the top brand in the Red Sleeve Pavilion. She is easily invisible in front of others. She spends most of her time in the room, and occasionally she has to cover her face with a scarf when she shows up, for the sake of her unique dignity.

To meet people, answer the questions first, sit across a curtain, and Ruiji asks the questions, if the visitor answers to his liking, he can be the guest of the curtain;

Rui Ji was very popular for a time, and she had a lot of princes and nobles, so although the rules were strict, there were still many people who supported her, and almost no one dared to act wild.

The Seventh Young Master also entered the door after answering the question. It can be seen that Rui Ji was still in good shape at that time. From the time he entered to the time when the bustard pulled the young man in green shirt to enter the door, it took only a while. If someone said that someone killed Rui Ji, no one would believe it. .

If it is said that Rui Ji committed suicide, it is even more unreasonable, how could she commit suicide in front of the guests?

The savvy girl under her command has already gone to report to the official, and now the madam is interrogating the Seventh Young Master, not for the sake of babbling, but just to delay the time, lest someone run away, her cash cow is dead, and the silver tael must be handed over by this person, otherwise she will lose money Big hair!

The Seventh Young Master did not answer as expected, the strange thing is that he did not intend to leave, and there was no fear on his face, and even a little pity, looking at the strangle marks on Rui Ji's neck caused by the white silk, he seemed to be in a daze .

At this moment, Wen Nianyuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said coldly: "What do you want?"

As soon as he said a word, everyone's eyes fell on him one after another, but he seemed to be standing in the middle of no one, and there was only one person in front of him.

Seventh Young Master raised his eyelids to show that he was here, and murmured with some lack of interest, "It's you again."

Wen Nianyuan didn't answer, and pointed at Rui Ji, "It's been a night since she died, and you're standing here, planning to die for love?"

Without answering his question, the Seventh Young Master sighed softly, and suddenly said quietly: "Look at her, isn't she beautiful?"

In summer, his voice was as cold as freshly drawn well water, chilling everyone's hearts. For a moment, it seemed as if he had left the world and came to a ghost, and there was a ghostly beauty with bones standing in front of him.

Even the madam, who was concentrating on calculating the compensation, couldn't help but move slightly towards the door. She looked at the seventh son as if she saw a madman, and she had the idea that she should let this man go and forget it.

This is really being fascinated by ghosts in broad daylight, how can anyone let go of the living gold and silver, she poohed a few times in her heart, and then heard a commotion outside, the official came.

"Where is the murderer?" The bearded man at the head looked more like a murderer than the seventh young master. With a slash of the knife, the crowd automatically separated.

"It's him, this man just killed Sister Rui Ji!" The woman leading the way pointed to Young Master Seven, her hands were still trembling, but her voice was very strong, probably because the official came and felt that she could rely on her.

"The blue sky and the bright sun brighten the universe, how dare you commit murder in public!" Several officials rushed forward and surrounded the Seventh Young Master. This young man dressed in white looks like a fragile man. It must be easy to catch him, and it is also a great achievement.

The man didn't know what to think, and he was taken into custody by the officials calmly, without any resistance.

"Wait!" Wen Nianyuan walked up to the officer with a livid face, "The murderer is not him."

The official gave him a sideways look and sneered, "How do you know? It wasn't him, could it be you?"

"Miss Rui has been dead for almost one night, brother... this son just came this morning, and the murderer is someone else." Wen Nianyuan reached out to break the shackles on the seventh son's hand, but the other party avoided him calmly.

He looked into the eyes of Young Master Qi, the man only looked at him with a half-smile, Wen Nianyuan froze, knowing that this man was going to make some trouble again, his complexion was even worse.

"You all know what you need to do, start and start, or let you go to the prison in Sioux City together." Seeing the two big men staring at each other strangely, the officer got impatient, Hurry up.

Wen Nianyuan snorted coldly, but stepped aside.

Before leaving, the Seventh Young Master suddenly said inexplicably, "Chou Shi." The people guarding him looked at each other suspiciously, not knowing what it meant, but finally ignored it.

It is unavoidable that something like this happened to the Red Sleeve Pavilion, many of the guests who were looking for fun also dispersed, and the door was left in the cold instantly, which made the enemies in the neighbors easier.

The bustard was so angry that her face turned blue and then pale, and she added a sum of money to the prisoner's company in her heart.

While she was calculating, she turned her head to look for the young man in green shirt, thinking that if she could keep one, it would be a deal, and if she could make a deal, it would be a fortune, but when she turned around, there would be no sign of that man?

There was nothing behind him, only Rui Ji's room, and even Rui Ji's body was taken away and handed over to her for examination. The originally magnificent room was filled with the breath of death, like a haunted house.

The madam was frightened into a cold sweat, thinking of the unsmiling man standing alone in the rain with an umbrella, she couldn't help shivering, thinking that she might have lured a ghost into the door, and this bad thing happened.

Thinking of Rui Ji's death, she couldn't help but feel sad. It took her a lot of hard work to cultivate Rui Ji. She is really a jade girl made of gold and silver. It has only been popular for a few years, and she didn't make money back at all...

into the night.

The Firework Alley is still brightly lit and full of voices. The murder case in the Hongxiu Pavilion has not affected the people who are having fun in other restaurants. The Wenrou Township is still full of singing and dancing, a scene of drunkenness, dreams and death.

The opposite is the prison.

The prison was damp and rotten, and the air was full of disgusting smells, but the murderer of the Hongxiu Pavilion murder case who was escorted during the day obviously didn't mind.

If any jailer saw his current situation, their eyes would pop out, but obviously, they couldn't see it.

All the guards were asleep, or seemed to be asleep.

In a prison cell, Seventh Young Master stood in the corner, looked at the moss marks on the wall, and said in a low voice, "Qingtong."

As the voice fell, the cell door suddenly opened without a sound, and a boy in blue appeared from the darkness, with a long cloth bag on his back, quietly walked behind the man, bowed his head, "Master. "

The cloth bag was slightly opened at a corner, revealing a simple color, but it was a piano.

The strings are broken and there are few bosom friends, and the white clothes are stained with frost at night.Mr. Seven Strings.

"How is the night tonight?"

"Heavy rain, no stars and no moon."

"Go and get some clean clothes."

"Yes." The boy in Tsing Yi was obviously obedient to his master, without the slightest curiosity, and quietly retreated.

Qixian turned around, looked at a corner not far away, and said warmly: "It's all here, just come out."

Wen Nianyuan strode out, stopped half a step away from the man, his expressionless face softened slightly, "Why don't you leave?"

Qixian smiled, "What's the matter, Qianqing?"

Wen Nianyuan ignored him, but reached out and grabbed Qixian's wrist, pushing him against the wall.