The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

Weisheng Haoran's words made Mu Junhou speechless, and he had to roll his eyes for a long time.

It's such a time, and this fox never forgets to win him with words.

"Okay, okay, even if I deserve to be passionate. But Mu believes that he has a pair of eyes, and he has never missed anyone." This is not the time for anger, Mu Junhou said seriously, "You just tell me the truth, Miaoqian Is there another secret behind Mr. Shui's death?"

Weisheng Haoran gave a very shallow smile, and blinked his fox eyes calmly, like a quiet and empty courtyard after a deep autumn rain, without any branches and leaves: "Unfortunately, there is no secret. The teacher was indeed killed by my own hands."

Mu Junhou's heart sank. He had never seen Weisheng Haoran look so depressed and lethargic, but he had seen such an expression on many people's faces. It was because he knew he was guilty, but he still had nothing to do. The thing of redemption, the expression of waiting to be judged.

"why?"

In this brief silence, an uncontrollable question of grief and indignation rang out, but it was not from Mu Junhou.

In the darkness behind her, a young girl in plain clothes came slowly, with tears streaming down her face, unable to hide her resentment, she looked sadly at Weisheng Haoran in the prison.

"You admitted it, and you actually admitted it? But why, is fame and fortune so important? Brother Weisheng, why did you kill Mr.? He treated you so well, and adopted you by his side since childhood, like a father and son. "

The girl was sobbing, she covered her face and kept crying, almost unable to stand still: "Tell me, are you confused for a while, have you ever regretted it? Why is your heart so cruel? I have been having nightmares these days, I also hate myself, why did I see it? In this way, I can tell myself that you are wronged by others..."

Weisheng Haoran was only slightly taken aback when he first saw her, and then he was only calm.

A small beam of light from the skylight fell on him, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but anyone could see that there was no trace of regret in this man.An Ning was as calm as an ascetic monk sitting in meditation in an ancient temple.

He said softly: "Go back, treat it as a nightmare, and never know me."

Su Xin's cry finally attracted the jailer, and Mu Junhou was confused for a while and had no idea, so he had to leave with Su Xin first.

Not long after they left, a man wearing brocade clothes and a sword at his waist came from the depths of the cell.

The man's voice was soft, with an accent of the capital of Luoyang, unhurried but condescending: "Wei Sheng Haoran, you can think clearly, that lord has taken a fancy to you and cherished his talents. If he wants to save you, Clearing your name is just a matter of lifting a finger, just like your teacher ten years ago. As long as you nod your head."

Weisheng Haoran's fox eyes squinted, and there was a trace of mockery: "Don't dare, I can kill even my teacher with a sword. That adult has a big heart and dares to use it. I'm afraid I won't be able to control it."

"You! You don't know how to appreciate things." The man was not very sullen, and left with a flick of his sleeves, leaving a cold sentence, "I will escort you to Luoyang tomorrow, and when you arrive at the death cell in Dali Temple, there will be no turning back."

Weisheng Haoran was calm and indifferent: "Oh, I have always been cowardly, never turning back when walking at night, just afraid of seeing a grimace."

The man didn't say much, he snorted coldly and didn't stop.

Weisheng Haoran closed his eyes, and muttered angrily: "Mistake, I forgot to ask that surnamed Mu to bring a jug of good wine, so I let him go."

Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is cold and rainy.

Mu Junhou sent Su Xin, who was about to faint from crying, back to her hospital. After thinking about it, she returned to the West Lake Hospital where Gu Jinxiao and the others lived.

Not long after entering the door, I saw a person walking through the cold rain of sweet-scented osmanthus holding a 72-bone purple bamboo umbrella.

Even though the brows and eyes are covered by the edge of the umbrella, only the delicate chin and thin lips are exposed, just the aura wrapped in the chill of late autumn is enough to be recognized from a distance.

After all, no one has ever dressed a gentleman dressed in white and green feathers in such a dignified and dangerous manner.Like a god from another world, all the beauty around him is indifferent, with no dust in his eyes and no distractions.Nothing moved him enough to make him take a look.

"Gu, City Lord Gu." Mu Junhou came back to his senses, "Are you going out? Why don't you see Mr. He?"

The talisman on the umbrella cut off the aggressive fragrance in the air, and Gu Jinxiao's lips became slightly colored.

"He invited me to swim in the lake, probably to prepare things first." Gu Jinxiao passed by him and stopped, "Do you need something from him?"

Mu Junhou's eyebrows were tightly locked, hesitating a little, but he couldn't say a word.

Gu Jinxiao stretched out his hand towards him, and after a flash of light, a pale yellow umbrella appeared in his palm.

Mu Junhou was stunned for a moment before he realized how embarrassing he was covered in the rain, although the rain was not heavy.He reached out to take the umbrella and said with a wry smile, "Thank you, City Master. I made you laugh."

"I've seen Weisheng Haoran."

Mu Junhou nodded deeply: "He admitted that Miao Qianshui was killed by him. It doesn't look like a fake, but I still think..."

Gu Jinxiao's eyes were calm and profound: "What did the witnesses say?"

Mu Junhou recalled it for a while, and stated Su Xin's words in an orderly manner.

"Even so, I still feel that something is wrong, but I have nowhere to start. I used to be with Weisheng, although every time we met, we couldn't avoid teasing and joking with each other, but he was born with a good mind. If there is any complicated thing that I don't understand, I just need to ask him. Good. But now I don’t know who to ask?”

Gu Jinxiao was not emotional, and said in a very soft voice at the end: "At the beginning of Yin Shi, there is still an hour before the cock crows, but all three of them woke up. Weisheng Haoran, the murderer, was wearing a quilt, and hurriedly woke up and went out. Murder. The murdered Miao Qianshui was wearing last night's new clothes, as if she hadn't slept all night. Interesting."

Mu Junhou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was.

With Wei Shenghaoran's wisdom approaching the brain of a demon, how can he look like a reckless man who sells his strength if he wants to kill a person?He's a lazy person, even if digging a hole is too exhausting for him, at most he will use a small trick, let others do it for him, and kill someone with a knife.

Gu Jinxiao has already skipped him and walked out: "If you want to investigate, just check it inch by inch, don't believe anything, don't listen."

……

Weisheng Haoran was imprisoned, and Mu Junhou put aside his brain that had been used for more than 20 years, and finally had the day to unseal it.

He pulls on Su Xin, takes Wu Zuo, a friend he knows, and immediately rushes to Songlu where Miao Qianshui lived in seclusion when the crime happened.

Su Xin said reluctantly: "What did you bring me here for? He admitted it all, why do you still need to investigate? I don't want to recall that scene anymore."

Mu Junhou looked stern: "You can ignore it, but he is my friend, I must confirm it myself. I brought you here just to be a witness."

Su Xin had no choice but to bite her lip and watch coldly.

Mu Junhou looked at the thin and taciturn servant: "Third brother, I'm sorry for your inconvenience. After the matter, I invite you to drink the wine of Immortal Crane."

The old man called the third was smoking a dry cigarette, his drooping eyelids lifted a little: "Three altars."

Mu Junhou didn't even blink: "If you can find out the truth, I will fight for you at Thirty Altars."

The third child sneered, it is a question of whether the Immortal Crane has thirty jars of wine, just listen to him blowing it here.

He didn't speak, and after he finished smoking, he tapped the tobacco pot against the soles of his feet and put it into his cloth bag.The hands and feet were all covered with things, so he took out the bottles and cans and started to investigate.

First, the courtyard where the crime happened, that is, outside Su Xin's window.

As the pungent liquid spilled on the ground, soon, strange marks appeared on the ground.

Su Xin originally turned her head away, but unknowingly came closer, biting her lip and frowning.

The trace on the ground is exactly a puddle of blood, the trace left when Weisheng Haoran killed Miao Qianshui with his sword.

Mu Junhou blinked and took a deep breath: "Third brother, I remember that you can reveal footprints within ten days."

However, not to mention how long it has been, there were many people from the government at the scene back then, so how could they see clearly?

The assistant called the third child did not say a word, still immersed in his work meticulously, and soon, a series of footprints appeared on the ground.

Mu Junhou is a martial artist, and he quickly found two special targets among these messy footprints, but no matter how many there were, he couldn't see them.

Even if none of these officials came, Weisheng Haoran must have destroyed all traces when he dragged the corpse.

Although Su Xin clearly saw it with her own eyes and knew that there was no third person, she still had hope in the end, but now she was very disappointed when she saw the messy footprints.

Only Wu Zuo Lao San remained expressionless, still expanding the scope of footprints.

Mu Junhou opened his eyes wide, patiently measured inch by inch, trying in vain to find out from these dilapidated traces, what he did and what he was thinking about the trace of Weisheng Haoran that day.

Suddenly, Mu Junhou's expression froze and his eyes widened: "Third son, the footprints here, this direction..."

The third child had already buried his head in this direction and walked carefully in this direction long before he spoke.

In Songlu, except for the scene of the crime and the burying of corpses under the pine tree, there were many people, but there were few people walking around in other places.

This time, the place where the footprints continue is much clearer. Fortunately, there are only two people in a row in one direction, but the direction where the footprints come from is particularly strange.

Mu Junhou turned his head to look at Su Xin: "Miss Su Xin, how many people usually come and go in this pine cottage?"

Su Xin was puzzled: "Usually there are only four people, brother Weisheng, sir, husband's book boy A Ruo, and Aunt Zhang who cooks and washes for husband."

"Who will come to this room?"

Su Xin sorted out her thoughts, and recalled: "Because my husband lived here in seclusion, almost no guests would come to visit, and the Songlu has always been quiet. My husband is very kind to me, and this room is specially reserved for me to live in. The things inside are all I don't think anyone will come except Aunt Zhang who will clean my personal belongings."

But the obvious one-way footprints belonging to two men appeared in a roundabout way, appearing at the door of Su Xin's room.

When the two of them followed the footprints and came here, they were extremely surprised.

Only Zhang San didn't worry about it, and still focused on restoring the traces.

In the end, the footprint belonging to Weisheng Haoran stopped under Su Xin's eaves, while the other footprint continued.

Su Xin's face was pale, her pupils trembled slightly, and her mind went blank for a moment.

Although there are many messy footprints belonging to Su Xin alone in the room, it can still be distinguished that the special footprint continues to stop three inches beside Su Xin's bed.

Among the messy footprints, you can still see clearly the traces of that special footprint turning around.

Neither Mu Junhou nor Su Xin spoke, but they must have understood something in their hearts.

Zhang San put on his foot bag, backed out carefully, and continued to recover according to the traces of the footprints.But, in fact, there is no need to trouble, everyone can see that this is Miao Qianshui's footprints, and the place where the footprints come from must also be Miao Qianshui's solitary residence at the other end.

"How is this possible? I must have made a mistake." Su Xin's eyes kept trembling and flickering, "Yes, these footprints must have been before I came, Mr. came to me..."

However, this is absolutely impossible if you think about the entire chain of logic for a moment.

Mu Junhou thought of what Gu Mowen said, Weisheng Haoran, who was wearing a white quilt in the early morning, and Miao Qianshui, who stayed up all night wearing last night's new clothes, why did they suddenly choose to kill here?Why are they here?

That's it, that's it, everything makes sense.

"On the evening of August 56th, Miao Qianshui celebrated his [-]th birthday. You came to Songlu on the morning of the [-]th. Aunt Zhang must have cleaned all the traces before you came. Therefore, there are very few footprints in your room, except for you. It's his."

Su Xin was trembling all over, her pupils dilated slightly, she kept shaking her head, but she couldn't make a sound.

"On the morning of August [-]th, at the beginning of Yinshi (after three o'clock in the morning), you woke up and saw Weisheng Haoran killed Miao Qianshui with a sword outside the window. The footprints of the two came from Miao Qianshui passing through the pine forest. Dalu walked to your door and walked in. Weisheng Haoran walked all the way from his room to your door and stopped at the foot of the steps."

Su Xin covered her mouth, her eyes were wide open, but there was no brilliance.

"Then, Miao Qianshui came out of your room, and the two walked along the path that no one walked, and walked into the pine forest behind..."

Su Xin couldn't hear anything, she opened her eyes wide in a daze, remembering that she once heard the book boy A Ruo mention that Master Weisheng seldom stayed in Songlu on weekdays.But every time she comes to see Mr. Miao and stay overnight, she will definitely stay for a few days.

She still remembered that the little book boy joked: "The young master is very concerned about the girl. I am afraid that the girl will live in a wrong place and be taken away by wolves. I can't live in a decent place, and I also live in this small guest room, with the housekeeper. It looks like a courtyard. Hahahaha. But our pine cottage is the residence of first-class sages, where did the wolf come from? I see, he is that big-tailed wolf who only wants to marry a wife."

She listened to it a few times, felt shy and embarrassed, and deliberately avoided Brother Weisheng.In my heart, I always thought that he was interested in me, that's why he did this.

There was a little pity in Mu Junhou's eyes, but there was also anger hidden in it, and he tried his best to restrain himself and said, "Madam, please recall, what's wrong with waking up in the middle of the night?"

Why did Miao Qianshui stay up all night and go to Su Xin's room in the middle of the night?Needless to say?

"When I woke up... I thought it was because of the heat attack during the day, and I drank alcohol at night, it was too hot and I scratched at random..."

Su Xin covered her face, ashamed, ashamed, and sad... her face flushed, and tears kept spilling from her fingers.

At first, she just kept trembling, and then she couldn't help but choked up, crying loudly, her fingers trying to grab her collar.

"Why did he do this to me? How could he do this? The clothes he wore were newly sewn by me, and the medicine he drank was dug by me through the mountains...Why is he such a person? I respect him so much He, I regard him as my father..."

Mu Junhou let out a long sigh, perhaps that day, Weisheng Haoran, who committed the murder, also asked the same question.

"Let's go and rescue your brother Weisheng."