The killer is still here.
Under the cover of the whirling tree shadows, a black figure quickly passed the corner of the wall, and hidden weapons were frequently fired. The people on the roof stretched their bows and arrows, and the arrows moved with the movement of the opponent, and finally shot out with a swoosh.
"Well!"
The assassin narrowly avoided, but was still scratched by the sharp arrow on his shoulder. He has been in ambush in the dark for a long time, and he used a wild cat to try out most of the people lurking in the dark, so he is skilled in avoiding. With a flick of his wrist, the money dart in his sleeve shot straight at the window!
Wu Yue sternly said, "Stop him!"
The assassin seemed to have the determination to die. Seeing the long sword attacking him, he did not dodge or dodge. He fired dozens of hidden weapons in a row, but all of them were shot down by the masters in ambush.
Wu Yue stabbed with a sword, directly piercing the murderer's right shoulder. At the same time, the sharp archer on the roof also shot a white feather arrow into his left knee, and the opponent was severely injured in an instant.
The murderer was unsteady and fell to his knees with a thud. Everyone thought that he was exhausted, but who would have guessed that he moved his ears slightly, listened to the sound to identify the position, and the cold light flashed in his hand, and shot three silver needles as thin as a cow's hair directly into the gap of the window. Wu Yue hurriedly swung his sword and chopped off two, but one still couldn't be stopped and shot into the window.
Hearing the movement outside, Gongsun Zhuoyu had already been vigilant to keep Du Lingchun behind him. He saw a flash of cold light in the dark night, and he rolled on the ground with the person in his arms, narrowly avoiding it.
"Whoosh-"
The position where the two of them stood just opposite the bedpost just now was silently inserted into a silver needle, glowing faintly under the moonlight.
Gongsun Zhuoyu pressed down on Du Lingchun, stared out the window with cold eyes, waited for a while, and finally determined that there was no danger, and then helped the person under him from the ground: "Company, are you alright?"
Du Lingchun was naturally fine. He glanced around Gongsun Zhuoyu and saw that the other party was not injured, so he said coldly, "Go, go out and have a look."
Wu Yue just wanted to go in to check on Du Lingchun's safety, but when he saw that he came out wearing his outer clothes, he quickly knelt down on one knee to plead guilty: "Damn it, I failed to stop the assassin's hidden weapon, please forgive me!"
Du Lingchun was silent, his face was cold, and he let him go down to receive the punishment himself.
There was a man kneeling in the center of the courtyard. He was wearing night clothes, and he couldn't see his face clearly. An arrow was hit in his left knee, and his shoulder was also stained with blood.
Du Lingchun stood on the steps, looking down at him condescendingly, his eyes gloomy: "Take off his mask!"
Immediately someone tore off his mask, revealing the face of a young man. Sword eyebrows and star eyes, full of chivalry. It's just that his face is pale, and it is inevitable that he loses a bit of prestige.
The guard asked, "Company, what should I do with this person?"
Du Lingchun's actions have always been cutting grass and rooting, not to mention the fact that this person wants to take his life, it is not difficult to express the hatred in his heart. Squinting, he was about to say that he would be brought back to the Jingli Division to be severely tortured, when his sleeves were suddenly pulled.
"Company," Gongsun Zhuoyu whispered quietly in his ear, "there must be an accomplice behind this case, let him live for now and let me interrogate him."
He was clearly talking about the most serious things, but he wanted to come over and whisper in his ear, making a look of hiding and tucking away, and outsiders thought they had a secret affair.
Du Lingchun's ears were hot, he pulled back his sleeves with a sullen face, and frowned, "As you wish."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought about it and pulled up his sleeves. What did he do with such a big reaction? He didn't see Du Lingchun in such a hurry when he held hands. Touched the tip of the nose. I feel the company's heart, the needle of the seabed.
Thanks to Gongsun Zhuoyu's words, the murderer was taken into the dungeon of the Jinglu Division. Although he was seriously injured, he was not punished, and he was spared some pain.
The dungeon smells rotten and damp, and the smell of death hangs over the head like a cloud, lingering. Outsiders all know that the Jinglu Division is the Yanluo Temple, but whoever enters it must die without life.
Early the next morning, Gongsun Zhuoyu came here. When he revisited the old place, he would have more or less emotion. Holding a stack of volumes in his arms, he finally stopped in front of the prison where the murderer was being held, kicking the straw at his feet. Across a door, he sat down with his knees crossed in front of the other side.
Gongsun Zhuoyu turned the "Miscellaneous Poems" in his hand page by page, completely unlike the attitude of trying a prisoner, at least Wu Yue, who was hidden in the dark, thought so.
Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes fell on the murderer's right arm, with a circle of gauze wrapped around his clothes, looking bulging: "What's your name?"
The murderer leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and said nothing. Already determined to die.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Gongsun Zhuoyu simply changed the question: "What is your relationship with Luo Jianming?"
The murderer finally moved, and gave him a cold look: "I don't know what you are talking about."
His eyes were full of disgust, and he hated the corrupt officials.
Gongsun Zhuoyu's "Miscellaneous Poems" was almost finished, he quickly browsed, and said: "You have a law in killing people, the names of the deceased can be found in this book, but Zhang Xian's "Geng Liao Zi. Du Ling" "Spring" was not included in the "Miscellaneous Poems", obviously killing Du Lingchun was not within the scope of your original plan. Today, you came to assassinate him regardless of your injuries, in order to exonerate Luo Jianming."
The murderer didn't seem to have expected him to find out this, so he glanced at him in surprise after hearing the words, and sneered after a while: "It seems that you are not all wine bags and rice bags. But you guessed wrong, it's nothing for me to kill people. Rule. Today, I was caught by mistake. If you want to kill or slash, please do what you want. You don’t need to ask some useless nonsense. Someone else will do it."
When he said this, Gongsun Zhuoyu was not happy to hear it, he closed the book with a snap, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are so stubborn when you are about to die, you are a eunuch, and people who don't know think you are some kind of nobleman. , is indescribably expensive."
The murderer seemed to realize that Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't like the word "eunuch party", and deliberately laughed: "Although I am a gangster, I am no better than their oppression of the people. Besides, people are divided into three teachings and nine ranks, and Du Lingchun is originally a no-brainer. Eunuch Gen, is it wrong for me to say that he is an eunuch?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu was always smiling, but hearing him say that, his expression sank rarely. He threw the collection of poems in his hand aside, turned over another volume, and said without end, "According to what you said, General Longchung, Mo Yanwu, was defeated in the battle, and his whole family was beheaded, and his only daughter, Mo Jing, was defeated. Xianchong joined the Jiaofang Division and became a firework girl, isn't she also a lowly person?"
"Whoa-"
The murderer stood up abruptly, pulling the chain on his wrist. He rushed to the door, panting heavily, staring at Gongsun Zhuoyu fiercely: "What did you find?!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu said calmly: "What can I find out? This file says that Mo Jingxian fell into the water and died shortly after entering the Jiaofang Division, but unfortunately no body was found. If she was alive, it would have been Is it the last bloodline of the Mo family?"
He said, and paused: "But maybe people are not dead yet, and they are living in some messy alley now."
This remark was intended to be a test, and the murderer didn't intend to say anything, but after listening to his next sentence, his face changed drastically, and he clenched the door tightly: "You must not hurt her!"
To arrest a woman for torture and torture is something that the Jinglu Division can definitely do.
Gongsun Zhuoyu threw the file aside: "Answer my question first, what's your name?"
The murderer stared at him, but Gongsun Zhuoyu was unmoved. After a while, the other party finally couldn't stand it anymore, and gritted his teeth and spat out three words: "Ye Wuhen."
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Why did you kill those four people?"
Ye Wuhen sneered: "The evil of man will be eliminated by the heavens, if the heavens do not get rid of them, I will come to eradicate them."
Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted to give you the ability, why didn't he kill the emperor: "Why did you take Dong Qianli's face off?"
Ye Wuhen said: "He loves money like his life, but he is harsh and oppressing the people. He is known as Dong Papi in the market. He is a shameless person. What if I stripped his face?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "Then why did you cut Guo Han in half?"
Ye Wuhen sneered: "He is lecherous by nature, rapes people's girls, and forces good people to be prostitutes. It is also a scourge to keep that thing underneath. But I was afraid of dirtying my sword, so I cut him off."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was very curious: "Where is Jingzhao Yin Chulianjiang, why did you hang him in the court?"
Ye Wuhen sat back again, because of the ruptured wound, his face was pale: "As a parent official, if you can't plead for the people's life and complain about grievances, what's the use? Chu Lianjiang clings to the powerful, and his subordinates have countless unjust, false and wrong cases, and they will be in vain." Mingjing hangs the four characters high, and I will hang his body in the court, so what?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "Very good."
Ye Wuhen didn't need him to ask, so he consciously stated the cause of Baiqiu's death: "Baiqiu's mouth turns black and white, messing with right and wrong, and it's useless to keep his tongue, so I will pull it out for him and be a mute, so as to save the harm after death. People kill ghosts."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that this method of death was rather particular, and returned to the original question; "What is your relationship with Luo Jianming? What is your relationship with Mo Jingxian?"
The murderer glared at him fiercely: "I killed people, if you want to judge, you will judge, if you want, you will cut, don't ask nonsense!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't ask again, because he knew that even if he continued to ask, Ye Wuhen would not reveal another word. As he got up from the ground, he patted his ash-stained sleeve robe: "In that case, it is inevitable that you will be wronged for staying here for a few more days. Don't worry, no one will hurt your life before I play your majesty."
Ye Wuhen glanced at him: "Should I thank you?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows: "It's not necessary, I like real things, and it would be too insincere to thank me verbally."
Ye Wuhen clenched the prison door tightly, sneering disdainfully: "No wonder you joined Du Lingchun's gate, it turns out that you are on the same level as that eunuch."
Gongsun Zhuoyu had already left, but when he heard the words, he turned back, looked at Ye Wuhen and said seriously: "You can scold him as a traitor, but you can't scold him as an eunuch, and let me hear it a second time, I don't guarantee that it will happen. Involve the girl who lives in Luohua Hutong."
Du Lingchun may not be a good person, and his actions should be criticized, but those bad words should not fall on his physical disability. It's like a cripple who gets caught stealing, and people are to blame for the theft, not the lame leg.
Ye Wuhen gritted his teeth when he heard the words, and after a while he said word by word: "Those who do evil things will not end well."
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "I believe this sentence seven points."
He didn't end well in his last life.
Wu Yue hid in the dark, and when he saw Gongsun Zhuoyu coming out, he quietly turned and left, and returned to the company's mansion.
"Did he really say that?"
Du Lingchun was practicing calligraphy in the study, and when he heard the words, he paused in his strokes, but the ink could not be gathered, and it blew out immediately, leaving a large area of traces wet. A word that has just been practiced is ruined.
Wu Yue stood not far away, still expressionless, and cupped his hands: "My subordinates don't dare to deceive."
Du Lingchun said nothing, crumpled the paper, threw it away, and replaced it with a new one. He has tried his best to practice according to Gongsun Zhuoyu's handwriting, but he still lacks a bit of strength. Now that I hear Wu Yue's report, I've lost the edge of my writing—
There was a place in the cold and ruthless heart that suddenly softened.
Du Lingchun closed his eyes: "Understood, let's go."
Wu Yue raised his head: "Company, what should the assassin do?"
Gouging out the meat, deboning, or gouging out the eyes? In short, those who provoked Du Lingchun never had a good end.
Du Lingchun said, "Leave it to Gongsun Zhuoyu to investigate. If he wants to be promoted to Beijing Zhaoyin, he should have a head in front of the emperor."
This is not his way of doing things, Wu Yue heard Gujing Wubo's eyes with a hint of surprise, but he still stepped back.
Gongsun Zhuoyu came out of the dungeon and planned to go to Luohua Hu to question the woman's background. But I thought that Ye Wuhen had already caught the dungeon, and the woman also had Shi Qianqiu staring at her, unable to run horizontally and vertically, so she went to the study to see Du Lingchun.
"Company!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu first glanced at the window, saw someone inside, and then went in. Who ever wanted to open the door to take a look, and found that Du Lingchun was actually practicing calligraphy in the study.
When Du Lingchun saw him coming, he put down his pen and asked casually, "Why, the trial is over?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu leaned over beside him, like a sticky rice cake that brushed silk: "Not yet."
After speaking, he looked at the desktop: "The company is practicing calligraphy?"
Du Lingchun was accidentally seen by him again, and he hurriedly crumpled the paper and threw it aside: "Written indiscriminately."
Gongsun Zhuoyu quietly hugged his waist from behind, his chin just rested on Du Lingchun's shoulder, his fingertips lightly scratched the red mole on the other's neck, and asked in a low voice, "Why doesn't the company let me teach you? ?"
That's Du Lingchun's sensitive area. It's like a switch, and his body softens when he touches it.