Curse of Love 3

"I don't know what her purpose is..."

"This person looks familiar..." Meng Jing, who had been serving as a foil obediently, suddenly spoke, drawing everyone's attention.

The exile was puzzled, "When did you meet?" Didn't this guy just take human form?

The dream recalled for a moment, "Do you remember that we went to Washe in the capital once before, there was a very famous actor there, famous far and wide, many people spent a lot of money just listening to her song, we two went to the roof to watch her perform One fold The Story of the West Chamber."

"It turned out to be her... Isn't that what happened more than 1000 years ago?" Xingzhi counted the time, and everyone suddenly felt creepy.

"She has lived for so long?" Si Qianxu pretended not to notice the tacit understanding between the dream and the exile, and said with a frown, "Could there be similarities? Meng Yan has also met Yu Yu, so it shouldn't be a mistake." That’s right.” But it’s a coincidence that they both look alike and sing operas.

"The atmosphere in Guiyuan is very strange, and it's hard to say..." Baili Mengyan was unwilling to be very sure, and told what he and Yiwu Qianmu investigated yesterday.

After listening, Mengjing also said: "The theatrical troupe that the actor was in thousands of years ago also disappeared because of several murders."

Si Qianxu pointed at Yu Yu's information, "So, the suspect now is Yu Yu?" She was good at inciting others with words, and after she said weird words, Zheng Liuyuan and Ma Siquan died one by one and declared death, one of the murder weapons It’s still her family’s ancient sword, and she herself is very strange, not only has she been looking for people for unknown purposes since she was a child, but now her behavior is also very strange, and she has something to do with an actor thousands of years ago... I really can’t help it Doubtful, but it would be far-fetched to say that she is the murderer.

Shan Fei blinked, "I'd like to know if this case is considered to belong to the psychic school or not." It would be much easier to do the calculation. There are not so many rules in the psychic school. She doesn't show her original shape!

Baili Mengyan asked naturally: "Do you want to tie him back and ask?"

"..." Si Qianxu was silent for a moment, then looked around the crowd with a smile, "Who taught my Mengyan this method?"

Xunji looks at the sky, Yiwuqianmu looks at the ground, Shanfei pokes hard at the keyboard, Mengjing smiles at him softly.

Si Qianxu's eyes moved to the face of Baili Mengyan, who was out of state, and the latter said innocently: "The old monster and Qian Mufeifei both said that if they are disobedient, they should be tied up and asked for news. "

"Have you tied up many people?"

"No, I prefer the job of catching monsters and ghosts directly."

"Very good," Si Qianxu stroked his head and smoothed his hair, and said softly, "I'll ask you about this kind of thing in the future, especially when the person is a man or woman who seems to be very deceptive." Baili Mengyan nodded indifferently.

The three people who were touched by someone's gentle gaze: "..." Who knows Zero Degree Ice Flame's ferocious methods, they are all wiped out as soon as they make a move!They obviously taught him a more tactful way!Don't think they didn't realize that the key point is the last sentence!

Yiwu Qianmu changed the subject: "Now we focus on Yu Yu? Should we continue to investigate in Guiyuan?"

"Regardless of whether the murderer is Yu Yu or not, the focus is on Guiyuan," Si Qianxu said thoughtfully, "According to what you said, this place is very strange, and Zheng Liuyuan died before she was about to go on stage, and she had all her makeup done Now, it is impossible to walk around casually, everyone in the troupe is there, and it is impossible for a stranger to sneak in to find someone without being stopped, so the one who called her away can only be someone in the troupe."

"In this way, the possibility of Yu Yu being the murderer is reduced, and her actions are quite eye-catching..." Yiwu Qianmu was the only one among the crowd who was as meticulous as Si Qianxu and paid more attention to mental crushing. He discussed with Si Qianxu for a while, and finally made a decision: "Go to Guiyuan to stay at night. Didn't the people in the troupe say that Yu Yu would walk around in the middle of the night? Let's go and see if she shows any signs."

Although the action was scheduled at night, I still couldn't relax during the day. The words in the dream made Shan Fei focus on the former actors, and he was looking through countless materials to see if there were any similar characters; Yiwu Qianmu's contact Go to investigate the background of the people in the troupe. After all, the night banquet is not a local organization, and some things may not be investigated so thoroughly; there is a matter against the Ermirdian Empire over there, and Si Qianxu, Baili Mengyan and the others discuss.

"There are many opinions on the origin of the flood caused by Dayu's water control. Over-cultivation caused soil erosion is a relatively large school of thought. There are also people who support the school of melting icebergs. However, the closest iceberg melting in the Arctic Ocean that can be observed is also 7000 years ago. Left and right, there is a certain discrepancy with the era of Yao, Shun and Yu, after all, Tang Yao had already moved his capital to Shanxi due to floods at that time..." Speaking of his professional direction, Si Qianxu has a tendency to hold a discussion meeting, but now he is not saying At this time, as long as he stopped, "Why did you suddenly talk about the great flood?"

Sao Ji held his chin and listened with great interest, and then said: "Little devil, if I tell you that the great flood was caused by widows, would you believe it or not?"

"...!" Si Qianxu refreshed his three views silently, "Now you tell me that Nuwa was the one who knocked down Mount Buzhou when he mended the sky, and I believe you." !

Baili Mengyan didn't respond, but Yiwu Qianmu and Shan Fei were aroused by curiosity and looked over one after another.

The exile explained: "Back then, the widow and Shun Wu died together, and they were buried with the Niermirde Empire. This empire was established on the sea, but no one has found its ruins. Where do you think it went?"

Si Qianxu blinked slowly, "Did it sink?" The flower demon man nodded, and the historical researcher held his forehead unbearably.

What is the history that cannot be announced? Is this the case, the sinking of a semi-protoss empire caused the sea to bend ninety-eight bends?Before the results of this research are released, he should be arrested and locked up in a small black room!

Baili Mengyan patted his lover who was hit hard, and asked: "Old monster, the ruins are in the sea?"

Death Chi nodded, "Although it is a sea of ​​vicissitudes, since the sea was able to flow back into the sea, the sea must not be small. I found a map before that showed the approximate location. It is not very different from my calculation. According to the route of the great flood that year , you should be able to find Ermirdee."

Suffering from the unspeakable historical truth, Si Qianxu asked with a confused look: "How to find it?" The death prisoner had nothing to do with himself: "Little ghost, you are the historian."

A "historian": "..." Historians are forced geographers!The face of the old professor who pointed to a tomb and asked them to tell them what climate and geological influences caused it to sink ten meters during the postgraduate entrance examination practice was so similar to the proud flower demon in front of him now—he decided to do it next time When eating Master Warlock, we must implement the word low-key to the end.

Several juniors were busy in various ways, and Suji carried a big cake to the backyard to bask in the sun. Mengjing followed him, fumbling with his mobile phone, and occasionally looked up at Baili Mengyan and the others in the living room.

After a long while, the dream said: "You already know the ruins of Nier Mirdae?"

Putting a bite of cake into her mouth, the graceful flower demon was no longer as relaxed as she was when she was teasing Si Qianxu just now, "It doesn't matter where the ruins of Nier Mirdai are, what matters is what the widow wants to do."

Mengjing paused, "How do you know that the widow..."

There was a moment of sadness in Luji's eyes, "I know that the widow has looked for him, and the Tiangang Token was also obtained from him." Yong Shen blood.

In the living room, Si Qianxu dragged Shan Fei to improvise a calculation program to calculate the route of the great flood. Yiwu Qianmu and Baili Mengyan buried their heads in a pile of documents, death and despair shrouded the sky, but they did not let them Exuding numb surrender.

Undead looked at it in a daze, and after a long while, he said: "I have long doubted the truth of the fact that the spirit weapon chooses the person in love as a curse, but the encounter between the two spirit weapons is such a coincidence, I don't believe that there is no one behind the scenes. Legend has it that the widow and the Shunwu died together, but the spiritual weapon was made by half of his body and soul. Since the spiritual weapon is there, he should have died... I just can't understand what he wants to do after thousands of years of curses passed down from generation to generation? "

Book Six: The Widow (13)

It is night, the autumn is high and the clouds are far away, and the moonlight is thin.

Next to the ancient buildings in Guiyuan, a towering old tree stands quietly in the night, and occasionally the wind blows, and the shadows of the branches and leaves shake.

Si Qianxu, who was hidden in the branches, looked at his watch in the faint light. It was already past two o'clock in the morning. Mu and Fei contacted each other, then looked at him, and asked him in a low voice if he was tired.Si Qianxu rubbed his waist amusedly, he should be the one who asked this question, right?

Baili Mengyan suddenly grabbed his hand and motioned him to look under the tree.

This tree is facing the building next to the backstage of the troupe. There are several small yards where the troupe live. Suddenly, a door opens in the yard opposite them. A man wearing moon white embroidered shoes The foot stepped out lightly.

Si Qianxu was shocked when he saw it, and then he realized that these were not the pair of red embroidered shoes before, but in a blink of an eye, the owner of the room had already walked out, wearing a dark flower robe like a costume, but his charming face was plain. Facing the sky, the long black hair is loose and falls to the waist