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Chapter 4 important differences, adults move to Weibo@喵iao一一

"I hope I'm wrong..." Qing Ming slowly put down the hand holding the cigarette rod.

"Hmph, naive."

I heard the sound of another man's leather boots, and he stopped in front of Qing Ming.

"It took me so long to understand what I mean. Don't say that you have forgotten everything about the past." The man's tone was cold, and the tone was even colder. Meridians, muscles and bones have been tempered into cold iron, with a metallic texture.

From my point of view, I can only see his side face wearing a black iron mask, his eyes are like sharp knives piercing Qing Ming, which does not conceal the sharp hatred and killing intent.

"I haven't forgotten... I remember every day, every day, day and night..." Qingming's fingers began to rub the off-white leather wrapped part of the cigarette rod again.

"Then I should be grateful to you?" The man sneered, looked him over and over again from head to toe, and suddenly shouted loudly with the corner of his mouth twitching, "You still look like this, are you still mocking me?!"

His tone was sharp and cold: "Flowers moved overseas, floating like immortals, you are so far away from the world, how can you take away your brother's wife, and get rid of it quickly after the deeds are revealed?"

"It's not me. It was a misunderstanding from the beginning to the end. You know I lost my memory for a while... Today I just want to... persuade you not to..." Qing Ming said confusedly.

"No one sees you pretending to be innocent until now! What are you denying!? Persuade me to let go of the past? Well, you also kill your wife once, and take a bite of my knife with your unborn child!" His hand Pressed on his waist, the handle of the knife was slightly unsheathed with his gradually low and suppressed voice.

"What did you say...?" Qing Ming took off the cigarette stick and knocked it on the gravel road a few times, "Xiao He was pregnant at that time?"

His expression was mixed with joy and sadness, and finally distorted into a collapsed look, but there were no tears: "How did things become like this... Ah Xun, now you..."

He stretched out his hand to the mask that covered half of the man's face: "Six years ago, the letter from home... you didn't leave it, right..."

The man quickly drew his knife away to cut his hand away, leaving a deep red bloody mouth on the white cloth, and said with a deep smile, "There are 27 people in your Yin family, and no one was spared except you. I still remember the sound of begging for mercy. Killing one person will make the scars on my body feel better, and if I kill them all, everything will be healed."

"I know... I knew it a long time ago... But these three rape and murder cases in a row, why did you..." Qing Ming stretched out his hand persistently, "I can do anything with my life, but..."

"Your life?" The man sneered, and gave him another knife. The blood was dripping on the ground, and he didn't hide. His hands hung down, staining the small half of his body red.

"I want you to be ruined, to taste all the unwillingness, anger and despair I have experienced before you can feel comfortable!"

"Wait, wait!" The man kicked Qingming over and flew away from Yu's courtyard with his lightness kung fu. He staggered to his feet and hurried to catch up.

The case was indeed related to him.

After the two disappeared into the depths of the night, I climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard, retrieved Qingming's cigarette stick, and followed his bloodstains to find their whereabouts.

——The texture of the tobacco rod is not quite the same as I imagined. It seems that it is not made of ivory, but more like some kind of bone. The beige leather around the outside is also softer than ordinary animal skin, and it is uneven.

The bloodstains were scattered all the way to a place where the current in Cangyue Bay was turbulent.I found him downriver along the bank.

At that time, he was leaning on a jagged and protruding boulder, drenched all over his body and sat down with his head down. The river water soaked his clothes, and his long loose hair was floating and churning with the waves.He seemed to have fought with that man before, the originally clean clothes were scratched in several places by the scimitar, and the Qingming flute was held in his hand, leaving a white mark carved by the knife.

"Master, come back with me."

He ignored it and remained motionless.

In the air, his breath was inaudible.

I leaned closer, those crow-feather-like eyelashes were drooping, there was no brilliance in the pupils, his lips were white, the river water washed his body cold, and I don't know if it was water or sweat on his forehead. The moonlight reflects the wet light.

"Master, you are hurt." I pulled him out of the river, his arms stiff as ice.When the skin touched, he shivered suddenly, and a trembling moan escaped from his mouth.

Only then did he slowly come back to his senses, twisting his neck like a stagnant gear: "Why are you here?"

"I went to have dinner with you, and my disciple was very worried when I saw that you hadn't returned for a long time." I said respectfully.

"They asked you to come... There must be people who doubt me, no wonder... no wonder..." He shook off my hand, and staggered across the river bank, the mud stained the hem of his pure white and clean clothes. As he moved, the smeared blood gradually spread, and within ten steps, he fell unconscious to the ground.

them?Could it be that he thought the people in the yamen were still suspicious of him and sent me to monitor his whereabouts?

He had thought enough.

I carried him on my back and walked back step by step, completely falling into lethargy, which made him more at ease, but the moisture penetrated my back, and the water from his hair fell into my collar from time to time, and flowed down the collarbone There was a slight itching all the way down the chest.

In fact, I could have summoned the people from Feisheng Pavilion to take him away, far from having to bother so much, I have never personally carried anyone like this before, and today I am making an exception for him.

He is not loyal to the false righteousness of master and apprentice, nor is he confused by his appearance. No matter how handsome he is, he is nearly thirty years old and has the physique of a grown man.Usually wearing a sloppy gown doesn't look like much, but after all, warriors have strong muscles and bones, their backs are like a waist, and their hands are heavy on their backs. They don't belong to the class of pampering.

I'm just curious and want to find out the answers to many questions.

The most wonderful reaction, and the easiest to do, is touch.

Back at the county government office, he ordered someone to prescribe wound medicine, and I bandaged him myself.

His skin was glowing orange under the candlelight, and there were short or long knife wounds on his chest, abdomen, and limbs, and the wounds had been soaked white by the river water.The warm bedding seemed to bring him back a little bit of consciousness, but it was followed by a high fever.With the ointment on my fingertips, I stroke the longest cut on my upper abdomen first.

His skin was hot, his muscles tensed suddenly, and some bloodshot from the incision.

This semi-comatose state really made him more frank. Following the movement of my fingers, he gasped heavily and moaned loudly. I don't know whether it was pain or euphoria. Scratching on the bed, I finally grabbed my fingers with one hand and rubbed them eagerly and eagerly.

I heard his raving clearly——

……

Like a wisp of smoke, it turns into a monster, every breath it blows has the power to seduce the soul, even this small living room is like a hotbed for hunting people's hearts.

But in the end, weakness surpassed the desire for skin-to-skin contact. His hand holding me gradually stopped at his heart, his breathing was still heavy, and the ravings were only intermittent hums.

The right hand broke free and I was able to continue to heal him.

I have another person's secret in my hands, and sooner or later the secret will be forced to be used by me.

This makes me very happy.

Everyone in the yamen only knew that he was seriously injured because of chasing the criminal. After I described it, they all shunned the man in white with high martial arts and killing people without batting an eyelid. The whole story of the murder.So during the recovery period, I was the only one who went in and out to wait on him, boiled medicine to treat the wound, brought tea and water, and acted like a filial disciple.He was completely grounded by the doctor, leaning on the bedside all day long to read the case files, and when he looked up, he saw me busy, and knew that I was looking for him out of my heart, and I wanted to feel guilty about Su Sheng, so my attitude gradually loosened. Very boring will teach me to play the flute.

I put his cigarette rod back to its original position long ago, and the doctor warned him not to smoke until the injury healed, and he never touched it in the first few days.But it didn't last long, he took advantage of my absence like a child and secretly smoked, as if it didn't matter if the wound didn't heal. Several times I smelled the smoke in the room, and he put his hands together and pretended to look through the file.

"I've been taking this medicine since the time of Xu." I put the tray on the table with a bang, and opened the window—in order to keep warm and recuperate, the doors and windows were closed tightly, but the whole room was sealed with smoke—the cold wind blew in, blowing It made him shiver, and the cigarette ash that was hidden in his cuff shook off, and he quickly brushed it off the quilt.

I looked at him trying to cover up: "Master."

He somehow felt sorry for me, put the cigarette rod away, got out of bed to get the medicine bowl on the table, and involved the wound, I could clearly hear his breath stagnation.

"What's so good about this thing, that it's worth your pain to get it?" I took a puff of the unburned tobacco, and a pungent smell filled my airway, "Ahem, Master, the serial case has not yet been resolved." Bro, we all hope you get better soon."

I coughed until my eyes were filled with tears, but I still couldn't stop persuading him, and the shame in his eyes became even worse. He hastily bowed his head and promised, then drank the bowl of medicine that was blown by the cold wind, and went back to bed: "It's time to change the medicine today."

What happened that night in the high fever passed through his mind like a boat without a trace, and he completely forgot that his unknown obsession had been fully exposed in front of me.I removed the bandages on his waist and abdomen, but he was still terrified to hide his true reaction, his abdomen was tense, and even the muscles around the wound spasmed slightly.I dipped in some medicated oil and rubbed the tense muscles before continuing to change the dressing.

"I've troubled you these days." After re-wrapping the bandage, he breathed a sigh of relief, "The injury will be healed in a few days, and I can bring the rest of the medicine myself. How do you like the book "Drinking Flowers"?"

"Yes, Master, I read half of it."

"Blow what you've seen."

"Yes."

I moved back to my room that night, but these days I was used to getting up in the middle of the night to check if he had a relapse of high fever, and I didn’t sleep well at night. Half asleep and half awake, I heard light and dense footsteps outside the window.

It's Qingming.

When he walked out of the small courtyard, I put on my outer robe and followed him in a concealed manner.

His injuries were not healed, and he hadn't practiced light kung fu directly, so he shouldn't be able to go far. What's more, there was the usual smell of cigarettes in the air, pointing straight to the morgue like a road sign.

I think of the disheveled appearance when he came out of the room that night when we first met, and the tip of his nose seemed to be filled with the smell of corpses mixed with the smell of tobacco.

There were no stars and moons in this night, and the howling wind helped me to open a corner of the side window of the morgue without making a sound. After adapting to the darkness in the room, I saw his figure clearly.

He was lying with a male corpse that had just been sent to the yamen in recent days.

……

In the arms of the motionless male corpse, he was breathing shallowly, his long gray hair trembling slightly with the cold wind blowing through the crack of the door. Immediately, I thought of a lonely lamp I saw when I returned home in the cold night, or the warm light spots cast by the shadows of the trees in the afternoon.

I've never seen such a [human] side of him.

The third watch night in the northwest was bitterly cold, and the morgue was not as good as a house for people to live in. The wind leaked from all sides. I didn’t dare to exercise because I was hiding my body. I was wearing a tight outer robe, and I felt the north wind piercing through my body and made people tremble. Lying on the ground, leaning on a wall of soft and cold meat, he was so satisfied.

I thought I had reached the bottom of the secret box the night I saw him injured, but I didn’t expect his secret to be a piece of Nine Linglong. I can only glimpse the mysterious side of the radiance, and let it roll gently, and it will be completely new again.

Realizing this, a wave of heat surged in my chest for a long time.

Smile all the way back without even realizing it.

Until Qingming recovered from his injury, Xu Hai had no more rape and murder cases. Everyone said that he seriously injured the murderer, causing him to restrain his wings, but the man's depressive roar echoed in my ears from time to time. I always felt that this was before the storm. Calm, slightly uneasy.

At this time, the spies in the pavilion found Xue Guike's whereabouts.

The informant only stated that he took advantage of the masked man to go out alone at night, and left a distress sign in a shack in Xu Haiye where he was at that time, but he didn't find out what was going on now. I ordered someone to guard that deserted shack , ready to go out tonight.

After everyone in the yamen rested, I went to a stronghold in Gutao Town to pick up a horse, and went straight to Xu Haiye with a knife.

There are traces of a stove fire in the shed, leaning on the beam in the middle, there is a circle of white marks at the bottom of the broken wooden post, where the rough wood thorns were rubbed.I can imagine the scene where the man tied him up to eat across from here. Judging by his sloppy mouth, the masked man full of hatred would probably only let him open his mouth when drinking water. After so many days, I don’t know what to do. So, no wonder he was in a hurry to ask for help.

Xue Guike is a person with decent martial arts, but because of his impetuous mentality, it is always difficult to rank among the top experts. When facing that fierce man, he must have lost his momentum before his sword was drawn, and he will not complain when he is caught.But his life-saving tricks have been mixed with the rivers and lakes for so many years. Men can't kill him, and they can't leave him casually. He even asked him to participate in the third rape and murder case, so his life is safe.The rape and murder cases have disappeared in recent days, so the time when he left the mark should happen to be the day when the man and Qing Ming met.

I found the secret words he had inscribed on the dirt walls of the hut.

The man mentioned the next place, saying that it was the person he hated the most in his life, and the place where he remembered the last thing he should not think of.

He was referring to Qing Ming.

The place where Qing Ming recovers her memory——

"Six years ago, my consciousness became a little clearer... At the critical moment, I used a set of palm techniques that Xu Hai had never seen before, and killed the villain on the Red Grass Beach."

Red Grass Beach.

I immediately released the eagle and gathered a group of people to search the Red Grass Beach, preparing for a fierce battle.