A gentleman is not a group

Zhou Chi looked at Xie Jianmian's wound in a hurry. Fortunately, the arrow just grazed the flesh. The wound was not deep, but it was nearly a foot long. Xie Jianmian's clothes on the back were cut open, and the wound was clearly printed on the white skin.

The blood was still running down.

There must be no medicine to stop the bleeding in this secret passage, so Zhou Chi could only tear off the corner of his clothes and bandage him. During this period, his hands were shaking all the time.

Xie Jianmian hissed softly, aware of Zhou Chi's nervousness, and comforted him: "I'm fine...don't worry."

Zhou Chi's eyes were red, the movements of his hands were trembling but unbelievably soft, and his voice was still strong: "Don't move..."

Xie Jianmian: "..."

Xie Jianmian: "I'm really fine, I can still run and jump, it's just a little scratch, not so fragile."

Zhou Chi didn't speak again, and he didn't let out a breath until the wound was bandaged. He was very distressed, and behind the distress was an uncontrollable self-blame.

If it wasn't for seeing those things that disturbed his mind just now, how could the organ be triggered, and how could Xie Jianmian be allowed to resist alone.

The past is over after all, no matter how hard it is to let go, it can't let it disturb the people of the present.

Zhou Chi knew this truth very well, so he couldn't forgive himself even more.

He actually let Xie Jianmian get hurt in front of his eyes.

Zhou Chi closed his eyes tightly, suppressed the intricate thoughts, and focused on the person in front of him, his voice was low and unreasonable: "It's my fault, I shouldn't..."

Xie Jianmian couldn't stand Zhou Chi like this, so he interrupted: "Tell me what you were thinking just now, and I will forgive you."

Thinking about?

The yellowed distant picture once again invaded my mind with the sound of the voice. The carved corridors and exquisite stone lions all matched perfectly with the memory, and there was no possibility of misreading or remembering it wrong.

He was sure without any doubt that the pattern on the stone wall just now belonged to the Zhou family, and the stone lion belonged to the Zhou family, because it was carved by his father himself, so he couldn't remember it wrong.

Zhou Chi spoke in a deep voice, his voice was full of exposed fragility: "That belongs to my family."

Xie Jianmian narrowed his eyes, thinking about the picture he had seen just now and what Zhou Chi was staring at in a daze, and asked, "Stone lion?"

"Yeah." Zhou Chi nodded, "The pattern on the stone wall is also imitated from my house. I have seen it when I was a child."

"Why?"

Zhou Chi was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a hoarse voice: "I suspect... what happened back then has something to do with the Rin Gang."

Hearing Zhou Chi's words, Xie Jianmian clenched his palms secretly, his heart clenched into a ball, throbbing with pain, even covering up the pain on his back, Xie Jianmian's heart and eyes were full of Zhou Chi's scars.

Xie Jianmian had never experienced it, never seen it, let alone touched it. The amazing thing was that he felt the same way, as if he had personally experienced the night of annihilation.

Xie Jianmian sighed, got up and hugged Zhou Chi, patted him on the back like comforting a child, and murmured: "Don't think about it, don't be afraid, let's find out the truth together, no matter what, I will accompany you."

Zhou Chi raised his arms to hug Xie Jianmian, carefully avoiding the wound on his back, and buried his face in his neck.

After a long time, Xie Jianmian felt a coolness slipping down his shoulders and neck. It was clearly cold, but it burned his heart.

Zhou Chi raised his head, his expression had returned to his usual look, without a trace of fragility, he was still thinking about Xie Jianmian's injury, and he didn't want him to follow him around.

Xie Jianmian asked back: "Don't you think it's safe for me to stay here without moving? If someone else comes in and sees me, then it's better to explore the way with you."

Xie Jianmian insisted that his injury was fine, and he was very persistent. Zhou Zhi had no choice but to agree.

Because of the arrow formation just now, the two of them continued to move forward more cautiously.No one knows what will appear ahead, whether it is a trap or life.

The secret passage was even quieter, the two of them had their own concerns, and neither of them spoke.

Suddenly, there was a flash of silver light somewhere in front of him, Zhou Chi caught it keenly, and hurriedly looked forward.

I saw a door embedded in the middle of the secret passage, and the silver light came from the chain on the door, and there was actually a secret room in the middle.

Zhou Chi's heart jumped wildly in an instant. This phenomenon of unknown meaning seemed to verify that there was something extremely important behind the door, and Zhou Chi became nervous almost instantly.

He almost violently dismantled the chain on the door, and his whole body fell into a certain kind of paranoia, which seemed hopelessly crazy, but since the chain existed in the secret room, how could it be so easy to open.

Xie Jianmian watched from the sidelines, letting Zhou Chi vent. He knew that Zhou Chi hadn't recovered from the stimulation just now, and it was not good for him to keep holding it in. He needed a kind of catharsis so much, and this door just gave him opportunity.

It wasn't until Zhou Chi's movements slowed down and a slight gasp came out of his mouth that Xie Jianmian stepped forward to interrupt: "Let me do it..."

Zhou Chi was still panting heavily, leaning against the stone wall behind him, and asked, "Can you open it?"

Xie Jianmian glanced at him, did not speak, took out something from his sleeve pocket, fiddled with the keyhole for a while, and the lock opened with a snap.

Zhou Chi looked at Xie Jianmian in surprise: "I haven't seen you practice kung fu well, but you have learned a lot about sliding doors and picking locks. Hey, can't you learn something better?"

"Isn't that good?" Xie Jianmian gave Zhou Chi a blank look, "If you didn't have this ability, you still wouldn't be able to open the lock now. Everyone has his own ambition, and making the best use of everything is necessary for survival."

Zhou Chi responded with a smile: "Okay, okay, brother is wrong, thank you, Mian."

Xie Jianmian didn't speak, and pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, both of them froze.It is true that the door is a secret room, but the things inside are enough to shock everyone who has seen it. It turned out to be a room full of gold and silver treasures, as well as various priceless porcelain scrolls.

The strings in his brain seemed to be plucked hard by a hand, and there was a "hum" sound. Zhou Chi realized something, his fingers clenched into fists, and his nails almost penetrated into the flesh.

But he couldn't feel anything, his only sense was vision, the room was full of extremely familiar things running around in Zhou Chi's eyes, dragging his sight desperately, after a long time, he even felt that his eyes were a little blurry.

Xie Jianmian was frightened by Zhou Chi's appearance, and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Chi shook his head, but his eyes were still firmly fixed on the utensils in the house. Xie Jianmian guessed that he had never seen so many jewels before and couldn't react for a while.

However, at the next moment, Zhou Zhi walked straight over, his usually fast and steady steps were a little unsteady, and he seemed to be stumbling.

Zhou Chi stopped in front of a huge porcelain bottle, touched the upper body of the bottle with trembling hands, then closed his eyes hard, and took a deep breath.

Xie Jianmian didn't understand what he was doing, but saw that Zhou Chi's next movements were a little stiff. He looked through the things in the room one by one, and his movements became faster and faster, until he went through all the larger objects.

Zhou Chi squatted on the ground slumped, his face turned pale in an instant, he buried his head between his arms, Xie Jianmian saw Zhou Chi's shoulders trembling slightly.

is he crying

This guess made Xie Jianmian flustered all of a sudden. In his impression, he had only seen Zhou Chi look so fragile once. Yes, it was that clear night when Zhou Chi knelt in front of the barren grave alone, as if he was about to be killed the next moment. break off.

At that time, Xie Jianmian had no reason and no position to show up, but now that he has, it is impossible for him to let Zhou Chi be immersed in pain alone without being indifferent.

Xie Jianmian walked through the objects that Zhou Chi had seen one by one, and felt a coolness when he passed his fingertips. At this moment, he seemed to be connected with Zhou Chi, and pieced together what happened from Zhou Chi's words and actions.

Xie Jianmian squatted next to Zhou Chi, pulled his arm down, looked at him seriously, and asked, "Are these things from the Zhou family?"

Zhou Chi nodded, then said after a while: "Yes..."

The corners of his eyes were still red, and a tear slipped from his eyes, dripping on the skirt of his clothes, like a smudged raindrop, but Xie Jianmian knew that this tear hit his heart, burning a piece of ashes.

Xie Jianmian wanted to say something, but felt that it was superfluous to say anything at the moment, so he could only stay silent with Zhou Chi.

Zhou Chi sighed slowly. He experienced too many emotional ups and downs this night, more than he had accumulated in the past many years. Only at such moments did he realize that those memories are always stuck in his heart. The thorn is buried so deep in the daytime that it is almost undetectable, but in the dark night, the thorn will pierce the flesh and blood, and it will toss and turn when it moves, and the blood will flow all over the ground.

When the time came, he had to pull that thorn out.

Zhou Chichong thanked Jianmian and nodded, indicating that he was fine. He stood up and looked around, feeling that there should be other things here.

Xie Jianmian also stood up, and casually pushed aside the scrolls in a box in the corner. Some paper fell from it. Xie Jianmian picked it up and found it was a letter.

This letter has been a long time ago, the paper is slightly yellowed, and the ink is a little mottled, but it does not affect the written content in the slightest.

Xie Jianmian opened the letter. There were only a few lines in the letter, but Xie Jianmian's expression became serious.

Sensing the commotion here, Zhou Chi took out the letter from Xie Jianmian's hand, and read it line by line: "Zhou Kuangxi doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, so you must do it tomorrow night. After it's done, you'll get a [-]-[-] share."

The inscription is two words: Chai Xin.

The conversation between the two people in the room was clear at this time, and the Rin Gang, who suddenly became rich more than ten years ago, did not rely on force, but the property washed overnight.

No wonder, no wonder the government at that time hadn't found anything after searching for a long time, no wonder Chai Xin was promoted every step of the way, no wonder the extermination of the Zhou family became an unsolved case that had been covered in dust for more than ten years.

Everything has an explanation at this moment.

Zhou Chi sneered and put the letter into his arms.

Seeing a person who used to be so fragile, he was so calm at this moment, as if the name on the letter was just a certain case he handled, rather than the nightmare and pain accumulated in his heart for more than ten years.