A gentleman is not a group

The huddled body trembled helplessly, he didn't understand what the people outside were doing, why his father and mother didn't come to him, and those voices...why it was so terrifying.

I'm dreaming.

He couldn't think of a reason, and he convinced himself over and over again that he must be dreaming, otherwise why would he be so incomprehensible, or why those terrible voices would fill his ears.

He closed his eyes tightly, thinking in his heart, when he opened his eyes again, he would wake up from the dream, Auntie would gently pull him up from the bed, Father would tell him to study hard, and he would Eat cold cakes that I have been thinking about all night.

Cold cake... cold cake... It's obviously a cold word, why is it getting hotter and hotter, it seems that there is a stove on the top of the head, and the scalding heat comes from all directions, spreading into the eternal absurd dark night.

He huddled in the cellar, always remembering A Niang's words, he must be obedient, not moving and not making a sound.

When the night passed, the heat had subsided, and a ray of skylight crawled into the ground through the gap and shone into his closed eyes. He flinched and pushed open the door, only to see corpses and blood all over the ground, spread out on the burnt black ground. On the scorched earth, like a rotten red flower on a luxurious embroidery, it exudes a pungent and decaying atmosphere.

That is the sign of killing and death.

When he climbed out of the cellar, it was really like a dream, but after waking up from the dream, the big mansion was completely silent, there was no father and mother, no mother-in-law who took care of him, and no housekeeper son who laughed and played with him.

No cold cakes either.

When Zhou Chi got up in the morning and was about to go out, he heard a "dong dong" knock on the door——Mr. Xie was standing at the door in good spirits.

Zhou Chi felt that he and Xie Jianmian might be a little bit offended, or that if Mr. Xie didn't come to stimulate him one day, he would probably feel uncomfortable all over. Otherwise, why would he come to him so early in the morning?

In fact, just looking at Xie Jianmian's face, Zhou Chi can appreciate it very much, and he is very happy to appreciate it. He is not very interested in beauties, and he doesn't have much time to appreciate beauties on weekdays.

But Xie Jianmian's face just happened to match his appetite, Zhou Chi had to admit that he was indeed amazed by the whiteness under the dark night when they first met.

If there is only skin, there is no problem in making him look good, but when he thinks of the bad behavior of the person under the skin, Zhou Zhili immediately erects a beauty barrier. The beauty who is a disaster for the country and the people is for the king. He is a little Little policeman, I really don't dare to be, who knows if there is a little devil with green face and fangs under the skin.

Unsurprisingly, the meeting between the two of them today was bound to be another flash of lightning, thunder and lightning.

Zhou Chi felt that since he was doomed not to have a good death, he should seize the opportunity to pre-empt the talents, but it was still a step too late——

The "greeting" that had just been brewed was preempted by Xie Jianmian before he could say it. It seemed that the other party had come prepared and took the time, so Zhou Chi sighed regretfully.

Xie Jianmian thinks the colorful expressions on Zhou Chi's face are very interesting. Zhou Tutou's emotions are all clearly written on his facial features, and he can know what the other party is thinking without guessing. It seems that his impression of Zhou Tutou is really It's not too good.

Probably because he really has some evil tastes that appear and disappear from time to time, or because Zhou Catcher's shriveled appearance is very lively and cute, he can't help but tease him, but most of them are on a whim, he didn't want to really have sex with Zhou Keep fighting.

It seems that it is impossible for Zhou Catcher to take the initiative to improve the relationship between them. Xie Jianmian sighed and opened his mouth first, but he didn't know that this opening poked Zhou Catcher's pain point again: "You haven't eaten breakfast yet?" , I cooked noodles, come over to eat some?"

"Ah?" His fist stretched out and sank into the tofu. Zhou Zhi, who was determined to start a fight, didn't realize it for a moment. He didn't understand why Xie Jianmian suddenly changed his attitude. The evil vixen transformed into a gentle and virtuous little white rabbit. This gap is really a bit big.

Xie Jianmian shrugged: "Come on, Catcher Zhou, he didn't poison you."

Zhou Chi knew that he had a problem, and he was very soft-hearted. He was not afraid of the other party's hard swords and soft swords, so he let his horse come over casually.

He can stand up to it, but he just can't stand a soft and gentle attitude. Once the other party restrains him, he can't stand it. Commonly known as being soft but not hard.

Xie Jianmian was so loud at this time, cooking noodles and inviting, Zhou Chi relaxed almost immediately, all his vigilance disappeared, and he followed Xie Jianmian into the next door in a daze .

It wasn't until he sat on the wooden bench, and a bowl of noodles and a pair of bamboo chopsticks were placed in front of him, that Zhou Chi realized belatedly, this is the enchantress who brought disaster to the country and the people to confuse him?Otherwise, how could he have forgotten "new and old hatred" without a stand?

What is Mr. Xie planning again?

He was not sure, picked up the chopsticks cautiously, raised his eyelids and took a peek at the opposite side, facing Xie Jianmian's eyes.

Xie Jianmian thought it was funny, he didn't kill or set fire, he was not a heinous villain, so he just made a few verbal jokes, not even counting as an attack, Zhou Chi's appearance that he looked like an enemy when he saw him was really groundless.

"what happened?"

Peeking at the caught bag, Zhou Chi looked away awkwardly, carefully picked up a piece of noodles, and then raised his head again: "I didn't expect you to cook noodles?"

Xie Jianmian didn't expect that he had been brewing for a long time, so he came up with such a sentence, and smiled softly: "When I was young, I was bored, and often I didn't know what to do. I learned a little bit of miscellaneous things, so I can eat."

Zhou Chi nodded to express his understanding. Children from rich and noble families have no worries about food and clothing since they were young. With fewer things to worry about, Xianxin began to grow wildly, curious about everything, and most of the family members were willing to pamper them. There are more skills, unlike the children of poor people who are struggling to bring up, all eyes are facing the loess and their backs are facing the sky, there is no chance of extra opportunities.

Xie Jianmian said that he was probably modest when he said that he could eat just enough, or maybe Mr. Xie really felt that this kind of taste could barely satisfy his hunger.

Anyway, Zhou Chi is used to being rough on weekdays, and now he can eat a bowl of steaming hot noodle soup early in the morning, and the taste of the noodles is surprisingly good. He is already satisfied, and even has a long-lost feeling of home for no reason.

It's been a long time since no one has given him warmth when he was working hard and busy. He looked at the face on the opposite side that was a little hazy by the heat, and his heartstrings seemed to be plucked by something, and he was confused for a moment.

"I'm done." Zhou Chi looked away, picked up the bowl and washed it, and then he calmed down the agitation in his heart.

"Let's go, go to the government office."

Xie Jianmian nodded and followed. Apart from exchanging a few words about the case along the way, the two of them hardly spoke, which made the atmosphere a bit weird.

Zhou Chi sighed in his heart, thinking that his soft-heartedness problem was probably serious again, but it was just a bowl of noodles, so why did it make him restless all the way.

"Hey, Zhou Chi." When Xu Jia came out of the morgue, he saw Zhou Chi and Xie Jianmian walking side by side. He stopped Zhou Chi with a solemn expression, took a look at Xie Jianmian and added, "Xiao Xie, you come too." Bar."

"Have you found anything?"

Zhou Chi followed Xu Jia into the morgue, where the bodies of Gao Yiqiu and Fu Qian were parked. Although the weather wasn't very hot, after all, it had been a few days, and the corpses had begun to emit an unpleasant smell. Inevitably brought some rancidity.

Xie Jianmian frowned. He was not used to entering the morgue for the first time, but he didn't say anything, and didn't notice that Zhou Chi gave him a slightly uneasy look.

"Look, I found this." Xu Jia stepped forward, stopped in front of Fu Qian's corpse, bent down slightly and removed the white cloth covering the corpse, he pulled up Fu Qian's trouser leg, and pointed to the ankle , I saw that there were two tiny red marks on it.

Zhou Chi moved forward, stared intently for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Is this...a snakebite?"

"En." Xu Jia nodded.

"When did this happen?"

"The wound is very fresh, probably yesterday."

Yesterday... Fu Qian died yesterday. Obviously, this wound cannot be bitten after death. It can only be in the last hour or two of Fu Qian's life. Fu Qian is a woodcutter, and he will probably go out early in the morning chop wood.

So it is very likely that he was bitten while chopping wood. This was the last injury he suffered during his lifetime...

"Moreover." Xu Jia's eyes became dark, and he said pointedly, "This snake is poisonous."

"Poisonous? Then he was not strangled to death, but died of snake venom?"

Xu Jia shook his head: "No. He was bitten by a poisonous snake, but before the snake's venom spread, the poison dissipated, and there was not much left when he died."

Therefore, it is even more impossible for Fu Qian to hang himself. A person who is determined to die will not be picky about the method of death.

If Fu Qian really didn't want to live anymore, then he was lucky to be bitten by a poisonous snake. He didn't need to choose a method, and he didn't need to do it himself. All he had to do was lie quietly on the bed and wait to die, saving time and effort.

But the snake venom was detoxified. No matter what method was used to detoxify it, it represented Fu Qian's desire to survive. He didn't want to die, so why would he hang himself with a hemp rope after working so hard to detoxify?

"Can you see what is the solution to the poison?"

Xu Jia stretched out his hand and tapped the red marks on the two snake teeth bites: "If it is taken internally, it will be troublesome. I am afraid that it will have to be dissected. Fortunately, it is not taken internally. I found the juice left after the medicine near the wound, but I don't know exactly what it is."

He took out a tightly wrapped cloth bag and handed it to Zhou Chi: "This is the medicinal juice I wiped from Fu Qian's wound. It has been evaporated to dryness long ago. Fortunately, the powder has been preserved. You can find someone to take it." Ask at the pharmacy to find out what it is."

Zhou Chi took the cloth bag, and wanted to send it to Xie Jianmian casually, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. He stretched his hand halfway and turned a corner. He called He Si, gave some instructions, and He Si took the cloth bag and went out. the door.

"Forget it, you go out first." Mr. Xie has been able to bear it for so long. Zhou Chi always feels that he will suffocate in the next second. It doesn't make sense at all.

Only then did Xie Jianmian raise his eyelids and look at Zhou Chi. His eyelids were very thin, and they looked like wings in a dark room. The long and dense eyelashes drew a shadow on the eyelids, lightly like a sheet of white. announced.

Zhou Chi's throat was inexplicably dry and tight.