fool around

In a rental house in the east of Xinyang City.

The minute hand ticked to point to one o'clock in the morning, the windows in the house were wide open, the light blue curtains were lifted by the wind, and the old wooden floor was covered with cool moonlight.

"Da da da……"

The black leather shoes made a crisp sound, and the man paced back and forth in front of the bed with steady steps.

Ruan Ruan sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers twitched suddenly, and whispered tremblingly: "It's useless, I tried..."

"Have you tried it?" The man asked calmly, with his hands behind his back, and asked with a smile, "How much force did you use? Did you stab it in? Where is it?"

"Go in, go in," Ruan Ruan's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to cover his lower abdomen, "The stab, the stab is here, I can't go in..."

"Did you go in or not?" the man interrupted.

The man has a kind expression, as if he is trying to persuade a disobedient student.Ruan Ruan's face was pale, and the deep-rooted fear slowly surged to her scalp from the bottom of her heart. She tensed her toes to relieve the trembling of her body, and tried to maintain calm, saying: "I tried hard, but that sword is just an ordinary wooden sword. sword."

"Oh?" The man leaned over, "You know what will happen if you lie to me."

Under the shadow, Ruan Ruan trembled all over, leaned back, and tightly clutched the bed sheet with both hands.

"I didn't," she clenched her teeth, panting and squeezed out a few words, "You kill me..."

"Silly boy," the man laughed a few times, and said softly, "I have cultivated you for more than ten years, how could I kill you?"

Ruan Ruan whimpered, raised her hand to cover her face, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "You kill me, I beg you to kill me..."

"Why are you so stupid," the man sighed, and enlightened him, "Aren't your parents planning to move out of the original tile-roofed house recently? Are the foundations ready? How many floors are you planning to build? Is the family short of money? You are the only one in the family now. Zhuzhu, if something happens to you, how will your parents live?"

Ruan Ruan's body froze, she slowly raised her head from her palm, and stared at the man standing in front of her in shock. After a while, she raised her hand and grabbed the man's arm, shaking her head and pleading: "Don't..."

"It's okay, it's okay," the man patted the back of her cold hand and comforted, "Well, you do one more thing. You put this sword..."

"The sword belongs to my father," Si Yu sat cross-legged on the soft carpet in Room 43 of Gutang Village, Qi Lu's calm face under the faint firelight made him feel at ease, "I'll talk to you about that old guy later." Said that he is not a good person, he has not made any contribution to society, he has not made much money, and he does not know whether he has paid taxes, but he is a good father."

"Hmm." Qi Lu tightened his grip on Si Yu's hand.

"He had a wooden sword, and he took it with him wherever he went," Si Yu recalled. "He was a novelist who wrote ghost stories—I thought he was, but I didn't know what he was doing. He was often at night. It is also common for him to go out and not return at night, no matter where he goes, he always carries his sword."

Si Yu paused and took a deep breath.

Qi Lu shook his hand: "What?"

Si Yu forced the corners of his mouth up, and said softly, "I suddenly... have a bad feeling."

When he was a child, he had no other toys, so he liked to play with Sizheng's mahogany sword.One day, while Si Zheng was not paying attention, he secretly took the wooden sword and went to play wildly with his classmates all afternoon.It was only after returning home that Si Zheng was in a frenzy and turned over the table to look for his sword.Si Yu was stunned, and Si Zheng's expression at that time seemed to have fallen into some kind of madness, his face was sinking like water, and the veins on his arms were bulging.

The next day, Si Zheng found a carpenter and made a toy sword for Si Yu that was exactly the same as his own sword.

The carpenter's craftsmanship is exquisite, and the toy swords he makes are exactly the same as the mahogany swords, and the patterns on the scabbards are exactly the same.After all, the toy sword is a new thing, and it was easy to distinguish at first, but Si Yu played with it for a long time and became old, and the two swords are more similar. If you don't identify them carefully, sometimes even Si Zheng will get confused.

One day when he was eight years old, Si Yu was playing a game of fighting with his left hand and right hand with two swords, and happened to find a black and white inch photo of Si Zheng in a drawer.He thought it was fun, so he took the tape and stuck the photo on one of the swords.

That night, Si Zheng left in a hurry. There were two swords on the table, and a photo was attached to one of them.Without even thinking about it, he took the other one and left.He left that day and never came back, no one came back, no body.

Si Yu raised his hand and let the back of Qi Lu's hand touch the side of his face.There was a cold touch on his cheek, and he tried hard not to tremble: "Qi Lu, the sword he took away is my toy sword."

Qi Lu's pupils trembled, but he quickly calmed down, holding Si Yu's face in his hands, looking straight into his eyes, and said in a deep and forceful voice, "It's not your fault."

"Qi Lu," Si Yu's voice was a little hoarse, "What the hell was he doing? How did he die? If I hadn't pasted the photo on the sword that day, wouldn't it be possible that he wouldn't have died?"

"You've done a good job," Qi Lu's thumb touched Si Yu's face lightly, "You have grown up, you are brave and strong, you have done a good job."

"I know," Si Yu smiled, his eyes were red but his expression was unusually calm, "I know."

"Well," Qi Lu put his face close to Si Yu, and his nose was against the tip of his nose, "It's amazing."

"But I'm just..." Si Yu's throat choked, he closed his eyes, "It's a pity..."

Qi Lu hugged Si Yu tightly: "It's okay, it's okay."

"I'm so sorry," Si Yu leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I don't know what he's been doing all this time, I don't know what he's doing outside every night, I don't know Whether it's a good guy or a bad guy, it doesn't matter... I didn't get to know him well."

"He's a good man," Qi Lu's voice was firm and forceful, "a...very good man."

Si Yu laughed, buried his face in the socket of Qi Lu's shoulder and rubbed his face, and when he raised his head, he felt that his eyelashes were a little wet.He hugged Qi Lu tightly and said, "Well, if you say yes, it must be."

Qi Lu turned his head and kissed Si Yu's back of the head.

"That sword," Qi Lu said suddenly after a moment of silence, "is the sword of the exorcist clan."

Si Yu froze, raised his head in shock, and murmured, "Exorcism?"

"I will not admit my mistake." Qi Lu said, "100 years ago, my parents died under this mahogany sword."

Si Yu was in a daze, Qi Lu's face was very close to him, but his voice seemed to come from far, far away: "The only way to kill a pure-blood is to stab the exorcist's mahogany sword into our hearts."

There is a clock hanging on the wall, the second hand is ticking, the oil lamp is about to burn out, and the faint flame is reflected in Si Yu's gloomy eyes.

An exorcist's mahogany sword ties together the trivial clues, but a bigger mystery emerges.

Why is the mahogany sword in Si Zheng's hands?Who is Mr. F who funded Ruan Ruan and him at the same time?Is the wooden sword in Ruan Ruan's hand his?The death of Qi Lu's parents...would it have anything to do with Si's elders?

The oil lamp was completely burned out, and the room was plunged into darkness in an instant.

In the sudden darkness, Si Yu's forehead twitched violently, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

He gasped in shock, put his arms around Qi Lu's neck, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"Qi Lu, their target," Si Yu's face was bloodless, "is you."