Sang Yuanyuan looked down slowly and found that a small hand was holding his skirt.
Suddenly, she felt her soul out of her body.
Her gaze seemed to be stuck with paste, she was fixed on the little hand holding the tail of her skirt, and couldn't move it.
After a while, she faintly felt that something was wrong.
This is a human hand.
Not a puppet's hand.
Although my hands are white and tender, I can still see the material of the wood.
Unlike the one in front of me, it is the real flesh and skin at first glance.
Sang Yuan's feet softened, calmly, and followed her little hands to look up-she was a fat girl with two pigtails, five or six years old, and her eyes were big and black, like a small deer.
"Sister Pingping is inside, there is candy to eat."
The little girl pointed to the yard of the second victim.
The victim's surname was Mu, and he was a teacher with an excellent reputation.
A woman ran over in stride, slapped the girl's small hand with a slap, and smiled embarrassedly at Sang Yuan: "Little baby is ignorant, don't blame the nobles."
Sang Yuan looked back and saw You Wuming had already stepped into the courtyard.
She smiled at the woman and asked, "Is there no one inhabited here?"
The woman glanced around, and replied in a low voice: "Yeah. Poor, Mr. Mu is alone, and he hasn't asked for a wife in his 30s. He has no relatives to send him away. Hey, the poor and good people are not well reported! The house is already gone! Confiscated, it will be sold in a few days."
Sang Yuan said in a convenient way: "Does this Mr. Mu often do good deeds?"
"Yeah!" The woman emphasized, "It is precisely because he often helps the neighbours that he hasn't saved money to marry a wife, alas! Young women nowadays, who don’t know about gold and jade, want me to say, To be able to marry such a gentleman, you have to rely on in your life, don’t you? What money do you need? Every time you mention this, Mr. Mu can only shake his head and smile!"
The little girl is still muttering: "Mr. Mu gives sister Pingping sugar candies..."
Sang raised his eyebrows far, and asked, "Who is Sister Pingping?"
The woman hurriedly looked around again, and hissed: "It's the child of Wang's family at the end of the lane. I lost it last year."
The girl pointed to the yard and smiled and said: "Sister Pingping is eating candy in it!"
The woman slapped the crying girl and cursed: "Seeing nonsense! Let me hear your nonsense and tear your mouth!"
She said no more, picked up the girl under her ribs, and left in a hurry.
Sang turned his gaze slowly to this deserted yard without its owner.
"Sister Pingping is inside, eating candy?" She repeated the girl's words in a low voice, catching up with You Wuming.
You Wuming stood lazily in the yard, holding his arms, looking around lightly.
This Mr. Mu was a teacher before his death, and his reputation was very good. When he looked at his residence, he knew that he had a very difficult life.
"Be good and benevolent." You Wuming chuckled and walked slowly into the house.
Sang chased him far, turning his head to look at him.
You Wuming's eyes were a little empty, and he said casually: "In the past, people with the surname Ming liked to be nosy. But he has a rule."
Sang looked at him curiously from a distance. It is rare that he was moved today and mentioned Mr. Ming again.
"To benefit people, we must not harm ourselves as a prerequisite. They are not saints."
He spoke quietly, flipping the furnishings in the room casually.
Sang stopped in the distance, pondered for a moment, deeply impressed.
Mr. Ming is actually a very thorough person.
If you can help others, you will gain happiness. If you are incapable of helping others, you will often get resentment and regret.
She nodded gently: "So, this Mr. Mu is willing to live a life of misery and loneliness, but also desperately to help the neighbors, either he is a saint, or..."
You Wuming turned his face and chuckled lightly: "There are other pictures. Compensation, disguise, and fame is obsessed."
Sang Yuanyuan said, "Not at all. There are always people in the world who have very low material desires and can be satisfied with food and clothing. The rest of the money is used to do good deeds and reap happiness."
You Wuming laughed: "Silly fruit! This is a saint."
Sang Yuanyuan: "?"
He smiled and hugged her: "What do you think a saint must look like? Do you have to be offered to the temple? No, no, there are saints everywhere, maybe you and I will be molded into a golden body after a thousand years."
Sang Yuanyuan: "... Why do I think you are scolding me."
"My little Guoguo." He looked down at her with a smile on his lips, "It's too late to love you, how can I be willing to scold you."
Sang Yuanyuan only felt his heartbeat leaked and his ears were hot. He hurriedly got out of his arms, pretending to be calm and said: "I just found out some unusual clues, would you like to listen?"
You Wuming squinted and looked at her with a smile, like a fox.
She said: "A girl disappeared in this street last year. Another little girl seemed to have seen Mr. Mu give candy to the missing girl."
You Wuming raised his eyebrows: "That's weird. Isn't it unusual for a good person to give sweets to a little baby? How can people worry about it from last year to now?"
"So the little girl should have seen a very unusual scene." Sang Yuan said, "It's a pity that she is too young to ask anything."
"Then you can only find it yourself." You Wuming backhanded out the big black knife behind him.
Sang Yuanyuan thought he was going to demolish this place.
Unexpectedly, You Wuming just politely poked and patted here and there with the tip and back of the knife.
"Could it be that there is something abnormal in this room?" Sang Yuan asked, "Hasn't you already checked it out?"
He smiled casually: "Be preconceived, sympathize with the victim, and won't go to check his old bottom."
Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, then suddenly nodded.
You Wuming is extremely transparent in seeing people and things.
Looking at his moving figure, she thought to herself that if Mr. Ming was still there, she should also be a master-level figure with both wisdom and force. Such an expert still can't escape the word'love', which is really embarrassing.
When I changed my mind, I thought of one thing, and my scalp suddenly became numb.
If he had been missing for several years, and when he reappeared, he would rush to kiss You Wuming, and how could he resist it? As for others, when Mr. Ming was conspired by Jiang Yanji, he might not have been alert, just...
When the thought is transferred here, the heart suddenly feels like a needle, stinging heavily.
"You Wuming!" she blurted out.
He turned around and saw that her eyes were faintly red, and there were tears shaking in her eyes.
His complexion changed drastically, he flew to her side, grabbed her by the shoulder, and held her in his arms.
"how?"
Killing intent overflowed from his eyes, he watched left and right.
"In my whole life, I don't want to leave your side." She said.
You Wuming was startled, then laughed: "Little Sang Guo..."
He made a heavy mouthful of'pitch' on her forehead, his eyes were full of excitement, and he still said lightly in his mouth, "While investigating the case, I will speak slowly when I turn around on the bed."
He took her in his arms and patted twice, then let go of her and walked to the corner of the room.
She said: "But if there is any chance, I would rather you kill me than let others use my body to do anything evil."
You Wuming stopped.
After a long while, half of his handsome face was turned sideways: "No."
After a moment of silence, he said: "Lock it on the bed and wait for you to come back."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." felt ashamed and moved inexplicably.
He raised his hand and beckoned: "Come here."
Sang rubbed it far.
He used the tip of a knife to top the wooden cabinet in the corner: "This is a hidden door."
Sang Yuanyuan listened attentively and heard the dull and empty echo.
"Enter?"
He raised the knife and split the wooden cabinet in half.
Several cloaking gowns fell on the ground. On the wall behind the wooden cabinet, there was a small hidden door with an iron chain tied to the door and a big lock hung.
Sang Yuanyuan took a cold breath: "No, the surname Mu has been dead for a few days, if the girl is really locked in by him..."
I'm afraid I will starve to death!
You Wuming shot the knife sharply, broke the chain, and kicked off the secret door.
This small broken door fell down the steps of the dark room'dongdongdong', and a strong musty odor mixed with the smell of fishy mutton pounced on it from below.
Sang Yuanyuan held his breath subconsciously, his heart leaping in his chest.
He stopped her with a backhand.
"I'll bring people up, you show off your face, ready to save people."
She knew that he was caring for her, and she didn't want her to get dirty or see any uncomfortable scenes.
She nodded.
You Wuming casually grabbed a scattered gown from the ground, took the knife away, and went down with a hook on his waist.
Sang Yuanyuan drew a big face, and Lingyun Teng followed You Wuming's footsteps and crawled down the dark room.
He glanced around and quickly walked to the side of the dark room, his palms glowed with spiritual blue light, he cut off the iron chain buckled on the wall, and then wrapped a small body in the gown in his hand with one hand. Grabbing, strode back back.
Like carrying a bag, he put the strips wrapped in the gown on the couch and said: "There is still a little air left. Little Sangguo, it's too dark inside, I haven't seen anything."
Dismissed solemnly.
Sang Yuanyuan hurriedly opened the long gown that wrapped the girl with the Lingyun vine, and found her face.
Thirteen or fourteen years old, his face is full of bruises.
Sang Yuanyuan took a light breath, pushed her dry lips away, and leaned across her face plate, squeezing out the cyan dew that was full of spiritual aura, and fed it into the girl's mouth.
"Life can be saved." She frowned. "It's just that I'm afraid it will leave a shadow and trauma, and the future life...may not be easy."
Rumors and rumors can always kill people.
You Wuming stepped forward, stretched out two fingertips, and opened the girl's eyelids.
It turned out that she was awake, but she refused to open her eyes because of resistance.
You Wuming hooked his lips: "If you can't live, you might as well think about it, what could be worse than that in the cellar?"
The girl moved her lips, suddenly screamed hoarsely, and then cried with a strange sound, for a long time.
After she cried enough, You Wuming said gloomily: "I teach you what is worse-buried in the soil, the whole body is going to explode, but it can't explode, here, throat, chest, fingers It's like stuffed with red-hot iron, and it's jagged. It's not dead or alive. It's a long time... It's like a lifetime."
"Look, death is not as easy as you think." He said lightly.
Sang looked at him in a dazed distance.
She didn't know whether such'comfort' would work. But there is one sentence that he is right. No matter how bad the situation is in the future, and how the rumors hurt people, in the end, it will not be worse than when he is locked in a drowsy underground and tortured.
He himself is the one who has died.
Therefore, he never fears the words of others, no matter how the world talks, he just does his own way. How could a person like him send the Shadow Guard out to kill all those who talk about him behind his back-he doesn't care at all!
Who is doing these things
Sang Yuan thought secretly while instructing Dalianhua to heal the girl.
Half an hour later, the big-faced dew healed the internal and external injuries on the girl. She struggled to get up and said she wanted to go home. The tortured girl can't believe anyone anymore.
Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming watched her leave this devil's courtyard step by step and walked towards the end of the alley.
"Will she get better?" Sang Yuan asked softly.
You Wuming smiled: "Look at yourself."
She nodded and looked around the yard behind her-the second "victim" Mr. Mu, was also a damn bad thing.
When the girl disappeared from the field of vision, Sang Yuanyuan quietly put out his arms from behind and encircled You Wuming's waist.
Then he pressed his cheek to his back.
Listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat, she said to him gently and slowly: "You Wuming, it really looks like you."
After all, there is a bottom line.
"Sneez," You Wuming moved his body, "It's too early to say this now."
"Yeah." She rubbed her cheek against him, smiling while rubbing, "I have to confirm everything."
He grabbed her little hand backhand and left the yard.
Go to the residence of the next victim.
…
At dawn, the seven victims who had lost their hearts were all found out by You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan.
Without exception, they are all damned people!
"In this way, the two Shadow Guards who died that day might also have problems!" Sang Yuanyuan said in deep thought.
You Wuming took out the jade slips and ordered a thorough investigation of the two people's residences.
At this moment, the sky had just turned white, and Sang stared at the pale blue royal city shrouded in the morning mist, his eyes gradually getting farther away.
She seemed to see a small nimble figure flying across the wall, traveling through this big city, a pair of dredged, inorganic eyes staring at the shadowed corners, no matter how dark the moss was, it couldn’t escape it. Eyes.
She seemed to see that beautiful little face bulged into a bag with anger, and her lip line was pressed tightly. If it could speak, it must be saying—
"Killed, I killed when I was angry! I'm bad! I'm very bad, very bad!"
But it kills criminals who have never been found.
If You Wuming did not discover this, caught it, and executed it, long, long later, when the truth became clear, would You Wuming regret it
It wants him to be sad and regretful, and it wants him to be heartbroken for it.
Many children have tried to hurt themselves, wanting to make their parents regret it.
This is a child who longs for love.
She told You Wuming lowly about the conclusion she had drawn.
He laughed so hard that he could not straighten up, patted her on the head, and said with a big smile: "I think too much of the small sangguo! It just wants to see if the person who does that kind of thing will be true. Become black!"
"Hmm, you're all right!" She nodded in a perfunctory manner.
She really knows this man!
"Little Sangguo," You Wuming suddenly narrowed his long eyes, with a smirk at the corners of his lips, "I'm thinking, if I work harder, can I not pay the penalty officer?"
Sang was stunned for a while and didn't understand what he was talking about.
He bowed, and his breath fell heavily in her ears: "You and I are turning clouds and rain on the couch, and it punishes rape and eliminates evil outside, killing two birds with one stone."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
He laughed happily and carried her into the study.
"Send all the files that have not been convicted this year." He knocked on the table and ordered the guard standing outside the study.
Soon, the table in front of me was piled up with a small mountain of books.
He lazily circled her, pulled the file in front of him one by one, glanced at it hastily, and threw it aside.
Sang Yuan had no time to see clearly what was written on it.
"What are you looking for?"
He glanced at her squintly and smiled faintly: "The next dead person."
Sang Yuanyuan: "?"
Although she didn't understand, she felt very stable in her heart when she looked at him neatly and attentively. A good-looking and reliable man, who can't like it
She pulled out of his arms, walked into the house, picked up the files he had thrown around, and stood by.
After picking it up a few times, I saw him beckoning impatiently: "Come here."
She walked to him: "Huh?"
"Dangling, it disturbed me! I wasted effort!" He said disgustingly, and with a big hand, he dragged her into his arms and held her in a circle.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Isn't it obvious that this will delay things more
She glanced at him, saw his thin lips curled up, and her eyes were filled with satisfaction.
It's like sitting under the warm sun and throwing a cat.
She couldn't help but laughed too, and limply nestled in his arms.
Chaoyang slowly climbed onto the window sill.
Agu came to see him with a stack of confessions: "Master, Qin Yuchi has finished recruiting, and his subordinates have repeatedly checked and found no incompatibility, but the content is really a bit... absurd."
You Wuming waved his hand: "Let it go. Let him write a letter to the King of Qin Zhou. After a stick of incense, ask him to rewrite a copy until I say stop."
A Gu was puzzled, but didn't ask much, he said, "Yes! Subordinates will do it!"
Agu exited the study.
You Wuming continued to read the file on the desk.
At noon, all the scrolls like small hills were thrown to the ground by him.
"Go." He took her hand.
"Don't you take care of Qin Yuchi's matter?" Sang Yuan asked.
You Wuming smiled and said: "Don't worry. This one thing to do now is even more important."
Sang Yuanyuan nodded silently.
It is indeed even more important.
Although it kills all bad people, leaving it to kill people like this is a great hidden danger after all. Besides, the puppet has such a close relationship with him, in case something happens...
Sang Yuanyuan soon realized that he was thinking too much.
You Wuming hugged her horizontally and strode towards the bedroom.
Kicked on the door of the hall, embraced her straight, and turned on the bed.
Sang Yuanyuan, who was stripped of his clothes by three times and five times, said: "?"
"Isn't there something important?" she asked in horror.
You Wuming smirked: "This is the most important thing."
He carefully set aside the clothes he took off, fastened his belt, and laid it out neatly.
"Bring it out." You Wuming smiled mysteriously, his thin lips pressed close, and he breathed.
Sang Yuan's heart trembled suddenly.
"Fruit," his voice was low and charming, "the last time I was in Jizhou, you said you lost your emotions, didn't you?"
He hugged her tightly, the tip of his nose touched the tip of her, and the thin lips seemed to be separated from her, and he smiled lowly: "How does it count as feeling, huh? You teach me!"
The calloused palm was extremely dishonest, covering his body.
"Is that right?" The five fingers exerted a slight force.
She opened her mouth and whispered, but he took advantage of it and kissed her thoroughly.
His breath today is hot, the unique fragrance of flowers lingers around him, she is so messed up, he opens his arms.
"You Wuming..." She briefly forgot everything, and when his lips were slightly away, she unconsciously called his name.
Breathing gradually sinks.
Finally, he exerted a bit of force and took his little fruit into his mouth again.
Seeing her white face gradually turning into a beautiful red, he was extremely happy, and he kept pecking at the corners of her lips and eyes, sometimes fiercely, taking her breath again.
He is utterly presumptuous.
She seemed to see him swinging a knife on the battlefield to kill the enemy, opening and closing, extremely neat, extremely arrogant, and extremely unrestrained.
"Mangguo, my mulberry..."
A low, hoarse voice lingered in my ears.
She felt her soul fly into the air.
I don't know if it is the sky or the sea in front of me, sometimes being thrown high, sometimes falling heavily.
Involuntary.
"You Wuming..."
Her murmur penetrated into his heart, and the endless sweetness encircled him. He had no idea how to love the person in his arms.
"Little Sangguo, I really want to eat you." He said bitterly.
She opened her blinded eyes.
"Eat it..."
Such smiles and voices resemble flowers, honey, and wine.
He only felt dizzy.
He hugged her tightly, driving the beast hidden in his heart completely mad.
She can only catch him, just as a drowning man caught the straw.
However, this straw can't save her life at all, instead it takes her and sinks more and more.
After an unknown period of time, she felt him reach out and pull her out of the cloud.
She sat up in a daze, listening to him laughing lowly in her ears.
"Sangguo," his voice sounded extremely pleasant, "you are not a sangguo, you are a small glutton. There is business today, and I will let you have fun next time."
She settled and looked at him.
I saw that he had put on his clothes and was quickly putting the clothes on her.
"It's time to go!"
Putting on the clothes, he caught her up and took two steps. He laughed when he saw that she was still not in the state. He slapped her out of the bedroom and jumped onto the short-lived back like a flying arrow from the city. Snatched out.
"Lu Lecheng," his voice returned to coldness and calmness, "in the past six months, three families have accused him of disorder and abandonment, causing the woman to commit suicide."
Sang Yuanyuan sanity returned and nodded softly.
This kind of scum who deliberately guides women to commit suicide when they are tired of playing is really a scum in the scum, and they often have no way of using them.
"Do you think the doll's next target is him?" she asked softly.
"Perhaps." You Wuming smiled, "It doesn't matter if it's not, let's go back..."
A thick evil spirit floated in his black eyes, and he lowered his head and rubbed her chin affectionately against her hair.
Sang Yuanyuan: "...you Wuming!"
"Madam, what's the matter?" He smiled frivolously.
"Is it there?" She sighed.
He raised his eyes to see: "Well, it's here."
Sang Yuan followed his gaze and saw a young woman looking around, then quietly walked sideways through a black wooden door and escaped into a small courtyard.
"This surname Lu is amazing!" Sang Yuan said, "The woman ran to meet him secretly behind her back. When the time comes, she will die in love, and no one will take him."
You Wuming patted the short-lived head, and said, "Stay on the watch outside."
Short-lived arched his hand impatiently, thinking that he was long-winded.
I saw several trees planted in the yard, dense and lush.
You Wuming embraced Sang Yuan, spread his wings, and fluttered into the dense branches of trees.
She gently pushed aside the branches in front of her and looked down.
I saw that the main house was closed tightly, and the woman who sneaked into the courtyard was knocking anxiously, and kept calling: "Lulang, please, see me, see me again!"
After a while, a cold male voice floated in the room: "Go back, I won't see you again. Min Banxiang, I can't marry a woman who was unclean before marriage."
It's the kind of male voice full of magnetism.
The woman cried: "But my body is for you!"
The male voice floated out indifferently: "So what? Give it to me so easily, and naturally give it to others casually. Why should I be responsible to a very casual woman?"
"Lu Lang!" the woman begged, "I really like you! I'm already yours, you don't want me, I can't live!"
"Heh." The door opened, and a handsome tall man walked out.
He was condescending, staring into the woman's eyes, his voice lowered several times, full of charm: "Really? If you really dare to die, then I believe you are sincere to me."
There are stars spinning in his eyes.
Witch! This successful journey was actually using the blood of the Witch Clan to trick those women who were abandoned by him to die!
Sang Yuanyuan's anger ignited, and he was about to have an attack when Yu Guang suddenly caught a little movement.
She shuddered and looked to the roof.
I saw a small figure leaning on the main roof, uncovering a tile, and poking his head into the house.
The small hand held the big tile, the tile was bigger than his face.
I!
Sang felt a looseness behind him from a distance.
You Wuming has quietly left her side.