There was silence in Guanyue Pavilion, only an oil lamp was lit in the bedroom, which was slightly shaken by the breeze, constantly reflecting distorted shadows on the windows.
Yun Yifeng stopped and suddenly felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, it seemed that he was too quiet, or... He frowned slightly, and glanced at Ji Yanran, only to see that the other person was also looking at him , mouthed a word.
"Blood."
Yun Yifeng immediately realized what was wrong floating in the courtyard - it was blood, it was the smell of blood, it was the smell of blood diffused and diluted by the cold wind.
"Father." Jin Huan didn't notice, and was still slowly walking forward by touching the wall, "Are you asleep?"
"Brother Jin!" Yun Yifeng grabbed his arm, "don't move yet."
"...what's wrong?" Jin Huan was stunned for a moment, but quickly guessed the truth, his expression changed from bewildered to horrified, his knees softened and he almost fell to the ground, he couldn't care about anything else, and shouted, "Father! Where are you daddy?"
As soon as Ji Yanran pushed open the bedroom door, she saw that half of the bed curtains were drooping inside. Jin Manlin was lying on his back on the bed with his eyes closed and his head tilted. There was a bright red bloodstain on his neck, and he had already lost his breath.
"Father! Where's my father!" Jin Huan stumbled and looked for the door everywhere, but Yun Yifeng couldn't hold him back, but was thrown staggering two steps. Jin Huan was blind in both eyes, and he was at a loss in his heart. At this time, there were clearly people around him but he refused to speak. What this strange scene represented was related to the tragedy that happened in Shangxue Pavilion, which was self-evident.
"Father!" He kept rolling and crawling, and blood came out from nowhere on his forehead.
"Brother Jin, brother Jin, calm down!" Yun Yifeng supported him, hesitated twice before saying, "Master Jin...he has left, sorry."
"No, no, when I went out, my father was still healing and told me to go back early, how is it possible, no, I don't believe it, where is my father?" There was no blood on the top, and he collapsed in the snow as if his bones had been pulled out. Ji Yanran stepped forward to help him and brought him to the bed.
Jin Huan's voice was dry: "Where is my father, on the bed? Or on the floor, on the floor?"
"On the bed, Master Jin is lying down." Yun Yifeng said, "It's right in front of you."
"Father... Father!" Jin Huan stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanted to touch it but stopped in the air, and turned his head with a little fear, "Master Yunmen, my father, like the members of the Qi family, was... ruined?" ?”
"No." Yun Yifeng heard what he meant, but he didn't know whether his words were heartbreaking or comforting, and sighed, "The body of the head of Jin was not scratched by iron claws, and there was not so much blood. His expression... very peaceful." He must have been killed by one blow without realizing it.
Jin Huan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then finally threw himself on the bedside, crying "woo woo", with a hoarse and shrill voice that was unbearable to hear.
Ji Yanran and Yun Yifeng looked at each other, and they both saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.
Who did it again this time
Although people's sorrows and joys are not in common, even if you have never experienced the pain of bereavement, you can always experience the kind of tearing grief. Yun Yifeng couldn't bear to see it, and stepped forward and said: "Brother Jin's eyes have not healed from the poison, if he keeps crying like this, his eyes will be ruined, and the head of Jin, Quanxia Youzhi, will only be more worried, so let's get up first."
"Who, who killed my father!" Jin Huan asked in a murmur, holding those already cold hands, he turned around and grabbed Yun Yifeng's clothes, and said harshly, "Master Yunmen, please help find me." If I find the murderer, I am willing to pay with my whole family and my life, as long as I can avenge my father, I will do anything!"
"Brother Jin, don't worry, the head of Jin was killed innocently, and the whole thing is so strange, brother Ji and I will never ignore it." Yun Yifeng helped him sit on the chair, and then glanced at the bed, "As for Jin Zhang Door-"
"Don't bury my father in the snow!" Jin Huan interrupted him in a voiceless voice, and wanted to go to the bed after stumbling, but was stopped by Yun Yifeng.
"Brother Jin." He sighed, "The body can't be kept in this warm pavilion forever. At least put him in the courtyard. Let's say goodbye after Brother Jin's eyesight recovers."
Jin Huan's eyes were pitch black, and he only listened to someone talking in his ear, but he didn't know what else he could do. He only hated being blind at this moment. Standing alone by the bed, Ji Yanran carefully examined Jin Manlin's body. Unlike the master and servant of the Qi family, the only fatal injury this time was a knife mark on his neck, which was cut so hard that his head nearly rolled to the ground. It's just that such a serious injury should be blood splattered three feet, and the ground is a mess, but there is not much blood around Jin Manlin, and there is no sign of struggle on the bed. Could it be... that he died elsewhere and was moved back bed
Suspicious in his heart, he was about to ask Yun Yifeng to come along with him, but when he looked up, he saw that Jin Huan had fainted on the ground, his red eyes were wide open, his face was covered with bloodstains, and he panicked.
So he was taken aback: "What happened?"
"Excessive sadness, coupled with the poisonous smoke of the Heliconia flower, so it is very easy to get dizzy, and the red tears are like blood." Yun Yifeng said, "I didn't just talk about scaring, if I cry a few more times, I am afraid it will really happen. Blind, let him have a good rest first."
Ji Yanran put him back on the next bed, and told Yun Yifeng the doubts he had just discovered, and asked, "What do you think?"
"At first glance, the bedroom really doesn't look like the first scene." Yun Yifeng took out a silver needle from his sleeve and tried it on the neck wound. When he pulled it out again, the tip of the needle was faintly blue.
Ji Yanran said: "Poisoned?"
"It's poisoning, but I can't tell the exact time, and I don't know what the poison is." Yun Yifeng said, "Do you remember what Jin Huan said before? Relying on taking supplement pills for recuperation, so this may also be an unclear old poison."
"It stands to reason that if the murderer finds an opportunity to poison, then murder is a piece of cake. There seems to be no reason to venture into the house and make amends to the neck." Ji Yanran said, "Besides, we all eat the same pot of rice these days. , it is not easy to find an opportunity to poison alone."
"Who says you don't need to wipe your neck after being poisoned?" Yun Yifeng sat at the table, "Isn't there a lot of witchcraft in the desert? The prince has never heard of it, dripping blood can feed ghosts? Whole body poisoning It doesn't count."
Ji Yanran was puzzled: "You mean the ghost blood house?"
"It's just a possibility." Yun Yifeng continued, "Also, the throat was cut but there was no blood gushing out. Apart from the possibility that he died elsewhere, it may also be that the deceased had already died of poisoning, and the body was stiff and cold on the bed. There will be too much blood. It's hard to tell about this kind of thing, you have to check it out to find out."
Ji Yanran nodded, and said again: "Just in time for the centipede to break into the night, there is a mess everywhere, at first glance, no one is suspicious, but if you think about it carefully, if the murderer is really in the Shangxue Pavilion, then anyone is really possible. "
Those who disappeared so far, those who fell suddenly from the sky, those who fought for a long time, and those who stayed alone in the garden... No matter whether there is a motive or not, at least everyone has enough time to kill a person silently. people.
Ji Yanran asked: "Who do you think did it?"
"It's so easy to speculate about such things." Yun Yifeng leaned on the table, propping his head with one hand, "As an imperial court official, shouldn't we pay more attention to evidence?"
Ji Yanran raised her eyebrows: "Just chatting."
"I don't guess." Yun Yifeng raised his eyelids, "My lord probably already has a score in his heart, but he refuses to say it first, and instead tells me what to say. What's the reason?"
Ji Yanran looked at him for a while, smiled and shook her head: "I'm tired after staying up all night, go back and rest first, I'll just stay here."
"It's dawn outside, I guess it won't take an hour, and there will be another mess here." Yun Yifeng yawned, "I can't sleep well, I won't sleep."
Ji Yanran took off her cloak, and shook it off to cover him. Yun Yifeng lay on the table for a while, feeling quite sick, seeing that Ji Yanran was still sitting aside thinking about something, he forcibly pulled his arm over and used it as a pillow.
Although it is a bit tough, it is better than nothing.
Ji Yanran was caught off guard, feeling complicated.
You are so welcome.
…
——Looking at even a thin and slender person, his head is quite heavy.
This is the precious conclusion His Royal Highness Xiao Wang came to after more than an hour.
Yun Yifeng moved his sore neck, and said hoarsely: "Go and find the rest."
Ji Yanran reminded: "Have you noticed that it seems to be getting easier to wake me up recently?"
Yun Yifeng said bluntly: "No, it's impossible, I don't feel it."
Ji Yanran smiled: "Then you go by yourself."
Yun Yifeng covered his chest, and frowned: "My lord, there is a cold wind blowing outside."
Ji Yanran had sharp eyes and quick hands, pinched his mouth and gave up: "Stop, I'll go right away."
Yun Yifeng sat up straight: "Yes."
You see, I didn't order it, it was you who went by yourself.
After a while, a white ferret carefully squeezed into the hall, seeing no one else around, it jumped into Yun Yifeng's arms, curled up motionless, as if he also felt the change here, and only rubbed his furry head against him. He didn't jump out of the window until he heard footsteps coming from outside.
Everyone rushed into the courtyard, this time even Mu Chengxue was there. He originally planned to go to the back mountain to see the vines, but he ran into Ji Yanran on the way.
Liu Xianxian was the first to ask, "Is the head of Jin really dead?"
"The body is inside. Although it was not caught and covered in blood, it died in a miserable state." Yun Yifeng said, "Brother Jin was so sad that he passed out from crying. I lit the incense in the next room to let him Get some sleep."
"This... why did people die again?" Aunt Yu was also afraid, saying that she thought she would be fine if she caught the thief who broke in, but then turned around and the head of Jin died.
"What are you all looking at me for? I didn't do anything!" Seeing a group of people staring at him, the centipede wanted to cry, "I'm just a thief. At most, I dig a grave and kill people for no reason. What's more, no one gave me money!"
When mentioning the murder collection, Liu Xianxian immediately said: "So you mean, the killer did this?"
"I don't have it!" The centipede opened his mouth and said that he couldn't get enough of this group of people, tears were about to flow down, and finally he simply sat down on the ground and begged for mercy, "Gentlemen, aunts and grandmas, please forgive me. Don't let me get involved in this Jianghu grievance, okay?"
Perhaps his howling was louder, and Jin Huan in the room was also woken up, and ran out by touching the wall, his eyes lost focus and said: "Master Yunmen, are you there?"
"Here." Yun Yifeng hurriedly supported him, "Everyone is here."
"Where's Mu Chengxue... Is Mu Chengxue here?" Jin Huan asked in a trembling voice, another layer of red mist appeared in his eyes.
The ground centipede quickly moved back a bit, lest these people from the rivers and lakes fight with each other and harm the innocent.
Mu Chengxue said coldly: "I didn't kill your father, I don't do business that no one pays for."
"If you say no, do I believe it?" Jin Huan was emotional, "Who else could it be except you!"
Mu Chengxue replied: "You should ask the government about this kind of matter, or you should investigate it yourself. If you just cry here, your father can't rest in peace."
"You!" Jin Huan's voice was piercing, and Yun Yifeng's hand was trembling tightly, "How much money did you accept from the surname Yue before you agreed to kill people and raise ghosts for him, so, so indiscriminately killing innocent people? Are you not afraid of retribution in the future!"
"What!" The centipede was still watching the fun, but when it heard the words "killing a ghost and raising a ghost", it was startled. Will vacate the house, this kind of ghost must never be kept, can't be kept!" He kowtowed while speaking, but he turned towards Mu Chengxue, obviously acquiescing to him as the murderer.
Yun Yifeng got a headache from the quarrel, and said, "Shut up!"
"Master Yunmen..." the ground centipede said with a mournful face, "you can save me, I... Oh yes, I will take you down the mountain!" He pretended to cry halfway, suddenly remembered his mission, and immediately beamed with joy, Yi Gulu got up from the ground, "Don't care what ghosts and ghosts he raises, we will go down the mountain today!"
Hearing the word "downhill", Jin Huan's hand suddenly retracted.
"Go to the cliff first." Yun Yifeng sensed his reluctance, and said softly, "No matter what, we must first solve the predicament. Don't worry, I will do what I promised you."
Jin Huan hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you, Sect Master."
"Let's go together." Yun Yifeng said again, "until your eyes recover, follow me every step of the way."
While the two were talking, Mu Chengxue had already left the courtyard with the ground centipede. Ji Yanran also wanted to follow, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jin Huan wanting to touch Yun Yifeng again, remembering the five black and blue finger prints last night, Hengshou blocked it with his long sword, "I'm still supporting Brother Jin Bar."
Suddenly, a piece of cold black iron was stuffed into his hand, Jin Huan said blankly, "Huh?"
"Come." Ji Yanran grabbed his shoulders and walked out, "Be careful where you step."
Yun Yifeng: "..."
Liu Xianxian was troublesome, and bumped him with her uninjured elbow: "Master Yunmen, why do I feel that Ji Shaoxia doesn't seem to like letting others touch you?"
Yun Yifeng's expression did not change: "Yes."
Liu Xianxian continued to look at him: "There's still something else, 'um', it's gone?"
Yun Yifeng laughed: "Otherwise, what should I say?"
"At least you have to tell me the reason." Liu Xianxian muttered, thinking of a great possibility, she lowered her voice and said fearfully, "Does Ji Shaoxia suspect Jin Huan and think he killed his own father?"
Aunt Yu was terrified when she heard it: "Huh?"
"You little girl, please don't marry the county magistrate in the future, otherwise the upright officials will be confused by your pillow." Yun Yifeng's eyelids twitched, and he patted her earnestly, "Let's go, take my aunt to the back mountain to see look."