"Let's open the skylight and say something, the murderer who committed the murder in Shuiyilou is you, you were cast a spell, and you changed your appearance to appear there, and the spell on your body was lifted during the public trial meeting, and you regained your appearance, which will lead to the farce at the public trial meeting, if you didn't reveal your mouth to Han Xi because you were afraid, I'm afraid you would really hide it, but it's a pity that your luck can only be in vain." Jia Xuan seemed to be smiling.

Everything was completely said by Jia Xuan, Han Ruojiao instantly felt a horror of dying, Jia Xuan even knew that she was cast by a ghost to change her appearance, and his ability to solve cases was extraordinary.

And even if he knew that he was being controlled, after all, she killed someone with her own hands, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape this capital crime.

"This is just your speculation, what proof is there?" Han Ruojiao seems to be quite calm, but she has long been afraid to die, although Jia Xuan has a kind face, she has always been selfless and will never let her go, but she doesn't want to die, so she can only carry it hard and put all the chips on Han Xi.

Yes, speculation indeed.

Jia Xuan didn't have any evidence to prove this, even if he knew the truth of the matter, he couldn't say that it was evil, because no one would believe it at all.

From the beginning, he always thought that all the bizarre cases in the Holy Capital were done by wishful thinking, and he was extremely distressed.

But when he led Situ to Shuiyilou, the murderer happened to be taken down by Ruyi's senior brother He Tian, and he also felt an unusually strong spirit from the murderer, Ruyi was a demon, and it was impossible to do it.

"You're right, I have no evidence of this. Even if there is evidence, it is impossible to convince everyone, but even so, you still can't escape the responsibility of hiring a murderer, murdering the head of the criminal department, etc., any of which is enough to kill your head. ”

Jia Xuan put away the warm smile on her face, and her tone was light, but when she heard Han Ruojiao's ears, it was like a fatal sound, which frightened her whole person, and she opened her eyes in horror as if looking at a devil.

"You...... How do you know? Han Ruojiao's voice trembled. I couldn't speak for a long time with tears in my eyes. He looked at Jia Xuan with an incredulous expression, he actually knew everything they were doing.

"There is no impermeable wall in the world, and there is no case that cannot be solved."

Jia Xuan took two steps forward and stood in front of her, and Han Ruojiao was overwhelmed by his shadow. looked at him with innocent but fearful eyes: "Now just tell me." That spell on you. Who is the person who asked you to go to the water leaning building, maybe I can consider sparing your life. ”

Han Ruojiao was slightly surprised, she really just wanted to talk about that woman. can live, hasn't Jia Xuan always been fair and strict, and never favoritism? How could such conditions be prescribed?

"What you said is true?" Han Ruojiao felt that her heart was trembling, the fear of death from the depths of her heart, but she was lucky.

"If you say it, you may be able to live, but if you don't say it, you will definitely die, you choose." Jia Xuan dropped a sentence coldly, turned around and left.

"It's Chimatsu." Han Ruojiao was silent and said to Jia Xuan's departing back.

……

At night, the Song Mansion seemed to have turned from the prosperity of the world to the abyss of hell, the lonely moon jackdaw was cold, the candlelight in the dim study was flickering, and two ethereal shadows were reflected on the ground.

A lonely soul, a puppet, separated by life and death, and kept to each other.

"Chimatsu, why?"

Song Yiming was pale and weak lying on the ground, his voice gurgling through the faint candlelight, scattered in the bloody air, his blood-stained hand tightly pulled the white dress in front of him, the shocking blood-red handprint deeply stabbed people's eyes, and he looked at the condescending cold face with a distracted look: "We are about to get married, as long as we get married, there will only be you and me, I promised you to take care of you for the rest of your life." ”

"What's the use of promises? It's just a matter of opening and closing your mouth, and what is the promise in this world? How many will be able to keep their promises? As long as your heart is not on me, the shackles of marriage still can't trap your heart that you want to fly. ”

Qian Song's eyes were full of cold light, and his long sleeves revealed white jade, pale dry bones, tightly clutching the shiny dagger, and by the candlelight, he could also see a blood bead on the dagger, which quickly rolled down to the ground and bloomed irregular plum blossoms.

The breeze blew, the old trees outside the house swayed, a few dead leaves were sprinkled, and the candlelight in the house flickered, Song Yiming shook his head and said disappointedly: "You don't believe me, for so many years, you have never believed me." ”

"I've thought about believing in you, and I've tried to believe in you, it's you who buried my trust step by step, you can even threaten me with her life, you know that I can't bear it, but you challenge my limits again and again."

Qian Song's eyes were red, his face was distorted, and his cold tone was full of crying: "I'm just a lonely ghost with nowhere to go, I have no heart, no temperature, no touch, the only thing I have is hunger and cold torture, do you know, when a person has nothing, he wants everything, and for me, you are all." ”

"Qiansong ......" Song Yiming choked up.

"If I get you, I'll get everything."

Qian Song squatted down, his cold hand swept across Song Yiming's cheeks that were gradually losing temperature, looking at the life gradually draining from his face with empty but affectionate feelings, the corners of his lips gently raised like a spring breeze, but it made people feel like the biting cold wind of winter, and the other hand raised a dagger and stabbed deeply into his chest in Song Yiming's desperate gaze.

'Poof', hot blood gushed out, splashing Qiansong's snow-white dress was dripping with blood, and the white porcelain-like face was stained with a few points of blood red, reflecting the hollow eyes hideous and weird.

"Senior brother, are you sure that Qiansong has returned to the Song Mansion?" Ruyi followed behind He Tian.

"Qiansong, the heavenly prison in the Fan Punishment Division, was extremely seriously injured that day, and she must have enough desires to recover her mana, and Song Mansion is where she absorbs her desires." He Tian took Ruyi's hand, and disappeared with a turn.

A gust of cold wind pierced through the high-walled courtyard, and outside the candlelight swaying in the corner, Ruyi sneaked into the Song Mansion under the leadership of He Tian, but stood there motionless in a daze.

Ruyi was shocked by the scene in the house, and watched as the fist-sized pieces of meat were packed into blue and white porcelain clay pots by Qiansong, as if they were pickling delicacies with extreme care.

The sound of 'hum' was like hitting a Ben clock, and her head was blank, and the jackdaw that landed on the dead tree was frightened and scattered, if it weren't for He Tian holding her hand tightly to support her body, I am afraid that she would have fainted at this moment.

Unexpectedly, Qian Song killed Song Yiming after all.

(To be continued.) )