Extranodal branches

Xue Guike submerged half of his body into the swamp of Red Grass Beach.

I squatted in front of him and let someone hang him with a rope so that he would not sink completely: "Did I warn you? You must take someone with you when you go out."

"..." He moved away from his eyes in embarrassment, pulled his hand out of the swamp and pulled the cloth strip stuffed in his mouth, "Bah, bah, bah, bah!"

【something strange】

I whistled, summoned my eagle, and let it stand on top of Xue Guike: "I'll ask you about the specific things later, and I will give you more free time to calm down here for one night."

The eagle's claws are sharp, and he knew that if the bird of prey scratched his scalp for one night, he might be disfigured the next day, so he hurriedly said: "Boss, wait, wait! That guy seems to be doing something important tonight, and he doesn't even bother to care about his life. Throw me here and I will sink to the bottom at dawn!"

Yes, the man is not here, what did he do?

I can't think of any other reasons other than revenge for Qing Ming.

However, the truth is that the result of one more death is worse than I imagined. On the way back to the county government office, I heard the commotion in the residential houses in the west. In the middle of the crowd, seven or eight Shenwei soldiers pointed their guns at him, and the battle was about to break out.

When I approached, the whispers of the people had already diffused, roughly explaining the ins and outs.

This group of Shenwei belonged to the northern Xinjiang garrison, and several of them went home overnight to visit their relatives. On the way, white shadows suddenly appeared in the night, passing by the houses and disappearing in one of the courtyards.Several people had heard about Xu Hai's flower-picking bandit murder for a long time, and the comrades-in-arms quickly flew away without any discussion. After kicking open the door, they saw the villain sleeping next to the dead body, holding the farmer with a broken throat Sweet dreams are in full swing.

The neighbors were startled, carefully identifying the disheveled man who was forced out of the house by the gods, only to find out that he was an arrester from the county government—even if half of his face was covered, there was no other young man with such black and gray hair Smooth long hair.

"This is my master, I can testify that he is not the murderer."

My voice carried inner strength, making sure that everyone's eyes shifted from Qingming to me, and he was also looking at me, amazed at the majestic inner strength I displayed.

"Because I found the place where the real culprit stayed, and there is something to prove that he deliberately framed Master."

Of course I don't have anything from the man, but I just need an excuse to restore Qing Ming's reputation and frustrate the man's plan—he wants to reveal Qing Ming's secret to the world, and make Ba Huang feel ashamed of him.

One of Shenwei was skeptical: "How do we know if you forged evidence together in order to cover him?"

"Because I have only been a teacher for only one month, and the relationship between the teacher and the student has not yet reached the point where I can sacrifice myself to cover up the crime. The murder happened before that. These days I live in the same hospital as the master, and I can know all about his whereabouts. Everyone in the yamen can testify. And whether the evidence is forged, you can tell if you bring the body back to the county yamen for inspection."

The Shenwei army was still skeptical, and the spears maintained their attacking posture.The people around did not disperse, and they already saw that Qing Ming was the "young man with gray hair" in the rumors a few days ago, and they all said at this time: "It is groundless, there must be something strange."

I had no choice but to use my final trump card: "Furthermore, master and master have left Yihua Palace, and the disciples of the Eight Desolations are united in one another. It won't be too late for us to find out and interrogate."①

"I said why does that flute look so familiar..." Ba Huang's name is always easy to use. Hearing this, the divine power dissipated. I was able to go to Qing Ming, untied his outer robe and put it on for him. Clothes, the tall figure in the past fits right into my outstretched arms.

He didn't say anything when asked by others along the way, which fermented the doubts temporarily suppressed by Shenwei. After placing the body in the morgue, I had to send him to the cell with the most torture instruments under their scrutiny. In the cool bloody smell, he intended to pry his mouth open.

First of all, I have to stand on an impartial and impartial stand to win the trust of this group of gods, lest they go out of this door and use the tricks of the rivers and lakes to deal with people, or simply kill Qingming with big breasts and no brains; Secondly, I am really curious why he appeared at the scene of the crime tonight, and was even used by that man to almost ruin his reputation.

He gathered my robe, stood barefoot on the cold ground, burying his head like a poor scholar who was caught by a butcher for stealing meat. The tired and lazy attitude that everything is like floating clouds that he is used to, even looks even more embarrassing against the background of his messy hair and naked body.

Shenwei couldn't bear it anymore, and asked: "You didn't do it, so tell me why, why are you there, do you know when the person died? You explain it clearly and it is easy to investigate. We all work for the court and we count as half of it." Tongjin is also a disciple of the Eight Desolation, so don't play tricks like that."

Master grumbled and clenched his robe tightly, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or fear, his whole body was trembling slightly.

But his internal strength is as deep as his, so he shouldn't feel cold in this kind of place.

"Master, this time is different from the past." I turned my gaze to the direction of the morgue, and put my hand on his shoulder to rub gently. He looked up at me, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "If you don't want to wait until tomorrow to be The yamen servants take turns to interrogate, it is best to tell me everything now, otherwise—"

The more he kept his mouth shut, the more suspicious he became. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a Kamui who was interested in the instruments of torture hanging on the wall, and seemed to be about to take off a set of clamps. It was conceivable who he was going to use it on.

I immediately grabbed a section of the horsewhip in front of him and slammed it hard on the ground, making a harsh sound of piercing through the air, which startled a few people, and that Shenwei also withdrew his hand, and stared at Master half-believingly, wanting to see what was going on with me. How to interrogate him.

I raised my voice, leaned closer and poked him in the chest with the handle of the whip: "If you don't tell me, instead of being tossed to death by the yamen servant who will be in charge of torture tomorrow, why don't you give me a practice hand first, or that the master is going to teach me how to interrogate personally?" ?”

When I got closer, I smelled the familiar but faint smell of smoke, which was really unpleasant mixed with the bloody smell of forage and manure on the farmer's corpse. At this time, I missed the strong tobacco he lit in the past.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, breathing slightly more heavily.

The handle of the whip slid to his hand clutching his clothes, and I held his fist through the whip—this was the first time—the skin was smooth but cold, and the knuckles were slender and the bones protruded.This is the hand of a flute, a perfect hand that cannot be stained by torture.

"Since you are going to eat the whip, please return the clothes to me, lest it become tattered along with it."

I impatiently opened his palm while I was talking, unexpectedly there was no resistance, but the moment I pulled off my robe, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and said:

"No, please."

This feeling is amazing.

After getting along with each other these days, even if I found out his hidden and secret hobbies, he is still like an ancient well in my heart that is calm and even unbroken, and my heart is like still water without waves.In the face of some regretful pasts that entangled him, there was never such an emotion as "fear" in that body, as if it could accept all swords, guns, swords and halberds as nothing.Especially after he healed his injuries, he returned to his lazy, smoking, dazed and idle appearance all day long. The old spirit that he awakened that night with his clean clothes seemed to be erased from his memory on purpose.

Therefore, occasionally I would suspect that everything he displayed on weekdays is just a unique temper, and he disdains the demeanor of his predecessors who follow the mediocrity of the yamen.Like a crouching dragon and a tiger, it is tough and introverted, and it is unpredictable when it turns smoke into fog.

But just one sentence today broke all my inherent impressions.

He really had nothing to do, so he could say this begging word.

I put my hand on his chest tightly through a layer of underwear, that place is the gate of life, beating endlessly, the rhythm is unusually fast, before I have time to think about the meaning of his being so defenseless, I just listen to it. He said, "I said."

I seemed to be holding his heart, the heart that was invisible to prying eyes and almost disappeared on weekdays. My fingers pinched into the muscle, and it slammed into the chest wall, as if it was completely under my control and surrendered.Intellectually, I understand that this is mostly due to the fear of the secret being revealed to the public, but it is really hard not to have more fantasies-no one can refuse such a temptation like picking clouds and moons to grab the mysteries of the world.

When I realized that this was a harbinger that he was about to confess his shy nature under the careless appearance, Kamui seemed very superfluous.

"The farmer's body has been brought back. We don't have enough manpower. Do you want to take a look?" Wu Zuo arrived just in time. After Shenwei left, the cell was immediately cleared.

His face was pale, and he held my wrist with great strength, and he returned to the state of not saying a word. I couldn't wait to speak to break the deadlock: "Master."

"I know that you were pretending to be asleep when I was sleeping next to your bed during the few nights of recuperation."

He caught his breath and hummed lightly.

He really didn't understand how much I knew him.

"Besides, I saw you go out in the middle of the night and sleep with the corpse in the morgue."

He shivered suddenly, looked at me in disbelief, opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"I believe that you did not commit the case, but it is not enough for me alone. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation for what happened tonight, no one will believe you anymore. If you want to get away, you also want to arrest that 'Ah Lun' with your own hands." ’, at least one ally who understands the overall situation is needed to help the lie.”

In order to hide the expression on my face, I leaned very close, almost talking against his ear. This is a distance that would make the warrior feel extremely unsafe, but his reaction was the opposite. It's red.

I think of the bewitching gesture that night when I healed his wounds.

"Senior brother found someone who is really not an ordinary person..." He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, his hoarse voice finally stopped trembling, "I underestimated you in the past, apprentice."

"Can I trust you in the future?"

As he said this, he put his other hand on my lower back, and approached me in a gesture almost hugging.

I relaxed my body, threw away the whip in my hand, and acquiesced in his movements.

So he lowered his head, rubbing his silky hair away from my skirt, the hand that was gripping my wrist because of nervousness at first let go at some point, and turned into my arms,

He moved through layers of underwear, still hesitating, as if asking.

--is it okay?

That hand finally stuck to my chest, it was cold, but the skin was smooth and soft, like a piece of ice silk.I thought of the way this hand stretched out to hold the tobacco rod, and I felt a tightness in my throat for a moment.

He stopped on his chest, and sprayed his subtle breath on the collarbone socket. His hand lay motionless for a long time, and it was gradually warmed by my covering, as if it had melted into the texture.Except for my mother who is vaguely melted into memory, no one has touched me for more than 20 years. Even the maid arranged by my father to enlighten me about men and women, I have never been so intimate in the same bed for a night.And after getting acquainted with personnel, I am less likely to vent my desires. I always think that it is more enjoyable to control the various secrets of Feisheng Pavilion than the short-lived orgasm experience, but this moment is completely different from the past. His face is fascinated. And the expression of stability is very contagious, the flexible texture and the faint smell of smoke add luster, as if such a hug is a panacea, resolving the stubborn years of neurasthenia on his body.

My heart was pounding.

I didn't know that just skin-to-skin contact would have such a comfortable touch, so I simply opened the front of my chest.

So he was pleasantly surprised and even more greedy to ask for it, wandering along the skin of the chest and abdomen bones, stroking the back, making my chest half-naked, close to his chest, buried his head in my shoulders and almost neck-to-neck, he tried hard He controlled his breathing, but still couldn't help letting out a sigh.

"All these years after recovering my memory, I can't sleep without this."

"Only... no, I like it. I want to be hugged. A woman's body is too small, so I have to... have to be a man."

His tone was as flat as usual, but I could hear the hint of self-defeating dependence.

I suddenly understood that his usual erratic attitude was not due to his high martial arts skills and deliberately putting on airs, it was duckweed, flying canopy, and a lost soul with no fixed place.Once the memory is restored, only the dregs of hatred are left in the long-lost past. The family and friends in the floating dream have already disappeared, betrayal, entanglement and misunderstanding, all buried and deserted by the drowsy and confused time.No matter how good the martial arts are, all the fetters and memories will disappear with the passing of relatives. In the prosperous world, it is like a lonely grave on a deserted island.

In the past six years, no matter how deep a person's feelings are, if there is nowhere to place them, they will fly away like flowing water, leaving a void that can't be filled, standing alone in the boundless world, and fear suddenly arises.

His body gradually became warm, and I reached out and hugged him.

He should have never received such a response from a corpse. The skin under his palms instantly aroused goosebumps. I found this reaction very interesting. I stroked the muscles on his back even more vigorously, rubbing back and forth along the tight lines: " I understand, he knows your whereabouts tonight, and I'm afraid he made arrangements in secret, you have a scent covered by farmer's blood."

He didn't expect that I didn't sneer at me, and even my tone was still business-like. He raised his head and looked at my face, and then he settled down and buried his head in my arms like a tortoise. It looks very... wonderful.

"There are a few Kamui left behind to investigate the scene, and they should be able to detect it. If someone asks later, you say that you found the murderer in the middle of the night, and you were accidentally murdered when you were chasing him. I will testify for you. When you go out tonight, you only bring A flute, the knife on the corpse is someone else."

"Thank you apprentice..."

"Come and sleep with me in the future." I patted his waist, "You can say anything you need."

"it is good."

His hoarse voice fell on my ears, especially tonight.