The Liu family and Carpenter Wang were not far apart, and Ji Xiamo and Jin Wuji only walked for a while to Carpenter Wang's house.

Since the death of Carpenter Wang, this place has never been taken care of, and looking through the mud wall, the courtyard is a mess and desolate.

Ji Xiamo touched his nose, turned to look at Jin Wuji, obediently opened his two arms, Jin Wuji's face did not change, he stopped Ji Xiamo's waist with one hand, jumped over, climbed over the one-person high wall, and fell to the ground lightly.

Entering the courtyard, Ji Xiamo glanced around the courtyard, turned around and walked towards the main house.

The wooden door of the house was locked by a rusty iron, Ji Xiamo squinted his eyes and leaned on the crack of the door to look inside, it was gray, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

This time, without waiting for Ji Xiamo to speak, Jin Wuji stepped forward and walked in front of Ji Xiamo, took Ji Xiamo aside, held the iron lock with one hand, and suddenly exerted force. Suddenly, only a 'click' was heard, and the iron lock was broken into two.

“！！！” Ji Xiamo opened his two big eyes, stared blankly at the broken iron lock in Jin Wuji's hand, and touched his neck silently, only to feel cold.

Jin Wuji took a step back with the iron lock in his hand, his eyes looking at Ji Xiamo.

Ji Xiamo rubbed his nose, opened the bone fan in his hand to cover half of his face, kicked open the wooden door with his foot, and suddenly a puff of dust came to his face, Ji Xiamo squinted his eyes and walked in with a wave.

Entering the house, the layout of the house is simple and clear, except for a few blackened tables, the whole room can be called a house with four walls.

Ji Xia Mo walked in the house, his footsteps stepped on the uneven ground, making a slight friction sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet and dim room.

Suddenly, Ji Xiamo's feet paused, turned around and walked towards a corner, bent down and picked up a saw from the ground, maybe it had been used for a long time, the wood of the saw was polished smooth and round, showing jet black, if you were not careful, you would have missed it.

Ji Xiamo's fingers moved slowly on the saw, and finally stopped at the saw, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of thought crossed his eyes.

As if thinking of something, Ji Xiamo walked to the door with a saw, raised it high, and carefully observed the saw in his hand by the sun, suddenly, Ji Xiamo's eyes froze, and the hand holding the saw was a little hard.

"Childe." Jin Wuji walked out of another room, holding a stack of letters in his hand, and handed them to Ji Xiamo.

"What is this?" Ji Xiamo handed the saw to Jin Wuji, took the letter, sat on the ground, and opened one casually.

As the letters were opened, Ji Xiamo's face slowly sank, and when the last letter was put down by Ji Xiamo, looking at the white paper all over the ground, Ji Xiamo was silent for a long time.

After a long time, a light sigh overflowed from his mouth, and Ji Xiamo sat on the ground, not knowing what to do in his heart. On a thin piece of paper, it carries the heavy love of a girl in the boudoir, and the bitterness, joy, despair, and suffocation are suffocating.

"Brother Jin, I should have seen the truth." Ji Xia Mo looked up at the sun in the sky, and the dazzling sourness made him squint.

"Who is the murderer?" Jin Wuji moved, as if unintentionally blocking the sunlight in front of Ji Xiamo.

"Brother Jin." Ji Xiamo looked at Jin Wuji's unsmiling face and pulled the corners of his mouth. "It seems that this is no longer just an ordinary murder, but a serial murder case."

Seeing Jin Wouji's surprise, Ji Xiamo rearranged the letters all over the floor, and stretched out his hand to let Jin Wouji pull him up.

"Brother Jin, if my inference is not wrong, I need you to help me do something." Ji Xia Mo hooked his fingers, motioned for Jin Wuji to come over with his ear, and whispered in his ear for a while.

"......" Jin Wouji

"Brother Jin, I know that this is a bit lacking in morality, but if I want the murderer to be brought to justice, I need ironclad evidence." opened the bone fan and blocked between the two, separating Jin Wuji's unkind gaze.

"What are you going to do?" After being silent for a long time, Jin Wuji spoke solemnly.

"I still have some doubts that I need to visit along the street to confirm, Shen, we will meet at the place where we came."

Jin Wuji looked at Ji Xiamo for a moment and handed over the sword in his hand. "Take it."

"Huh?" Ji Xia Mo was stunned for a moment, looking at the jet-black sword body in front of him, he was at a loss for a moment.

"Take it, defend yourself." Jin Wuji said that, he ignored Ji Xiamo's opinion, and pressed the sword in his hand into Ji Xiamo's hand.

"Huh...... Thank you, Brother Jin. Ji Xia Mo hid the surprise in his eyes, flew up and hugged Jin Wuji's sturdy waist, and acted coquettishly and cutely.

Jin Wuji turned his face sideways, and there was a touch of different color at the base of his ear.

After Jin Wuji left, Ji Xiamo wandered between the neighbors around Liu's house and Wang's carpenter's house, probing the relationship between the two families, connecting the doubts in his heart one by one, confirming the guess in his heart.

As the clouds and mist were cleared and the sun was shining, the truth surfaced little by little, and Ji Xiamo's heart began to sink a little.

When Ji Xia Mo walked out of the last house, the sun had already set in the west, and the fiery red remnant sun would stop the last piece of brilliance, which was thrilling.

Ji Xia Mo wiped his forehead, and the already soaked clothes were clinging to the skin, sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

Ji Xiamo retracted the last trace of the sunset that he was looking at, shook his head, held the heavy sword that was about to die, and moved his heavy steps step by step.

Suddenly, a pair of slender and powerful hands reached over, supported Ji Xiamo's swaying body, took away the heavy sword in Ji Xiamo's hand, and supported Ji Xiamo's shoulder with one hand.

"Huh?" Ji Xiamo raised his heavy head and looked, and suddenly crashed into a pair of calm but deep black eyes.

"Brother Jin?" Ji Xia Mo blinked, making sure that he was not mistaken, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. "Didn't you say that you would meet at the place where you came? How did you get here? ”

Jin Wuji did not answer Ji Xiamo's doubts, but walked up to Ji Xiamo's body and half-squatted. "Come up."

“？？？？” Ji Xia Mo

"Come up, I'll carry you." Seeing that Ji Xiamo didn't move, Jin Wuji repeated.

Ji Xiamo touched his nose, grinned, and did not hold back, he pounced directly, and his two soft arms hugged Jin Wuji's neck tightly.

Jin Wuji got up, held the sword in one hand, and stood up with Ji Xiamo in the other, his steady and resolute steps gave people an inexplicable peace of mind, and people couldn't help but want to rely on it.

"Brother Jin, how is it?" Ji Xiamo was a little drowsy lying on Jin Wuji's broad back, but he was still thinking about the case.

"Yes." Jin Wuji replied in a low voice. "Exactly what you said."

"It's hard work, Brother Jin, when the case is over, I'll invite you to drink." Ji Xia Mo grinned.

The warm breath spilled on his back, making Jin Wuji Jin Wuji for some reason suddenly feel a strange sensation spread in his chest.

“…… Kindness. After being silent for a long time, Jin Wuji bowed slightly.

As the sun sets, everything is shrouded in a warm orange red, the stream flows quietly, and a stone bridge pulls out a long reflection in the setting sun. A man with a black heavy sword walked on a small bridge, and a soft teenager curled up on his broad back, sleeping comfortably on the back of the silent man.

I don't want the sea to be dry and rotten, vigorous, I just want the two of them to hold hands, wait for the sideburns and white hair, open your eyes on your back, and you can still see your unsmiling face.

But when Jin Wuji and Ji Xiamo returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was already completely dark. Without alarming anyone, Jin Wuji carried Ji Xia Mo into the plum garden without realizing it.

Looking at Ji Xiamo sleeping on his back, Jin Wuji didn't think much about it, turned over and entered Ji Xiamo's room through the window.

Jin Wuji moved lightly, put Ji Xiamo on the bed, and took off his shoes for him, just as he put his hand on Ji Xiamo's belt, Jin Wuji's movements suddenly stopped. looked up at Ji Xiamo's delicate face as if he had been coated with rouge, but his hand couldn't go down.

Ji Xiamo, who was asleep, lost the cheap giggling of the day, there was no shape, and the white and tender skin like frost could be broken by blowing, just like a toddler, because he was asleep, with a thin flush.

Red lips and teeth, hair like black jade, and a beautiful neck like a beautiful porcelain for people to see, can be seen but not touched, lest it shatter him.

Picturesque beauty, but with a faint unreality, is clearly close in front of you, but it seems to be far away from the world, and it can never be touched.

Jin Wuji's fingertips on Ji Xiamo's belt suddenly stiffened, and the dryness of his throat made his chest start to heat up a little, as if there was a nameless fire burning.

"Hmm." Ji Xiamo, who was asleep, groaned softly and turned in.

Jin Wuji suddenly came back to his senses, his accelerating heartbeat made him a little flustered, he withdrew his hand, and didn't care about anything else, he casually covered Ji Xiamo with a quilt, and flew out of the window in a hurry.

The room fell into a silent darkness, and a plain white figure fell lightly from the beams of the house.

Yin Su floated in front of the window, looking at the withered red plums in the garden, and turned his head to focus on the sleeping Ji Xiamo. A low murmur slowly spread out in the room, like a sigh.

"The old snow melts and breaks people's hearts, and the mud and dust fall every year.

The young man doesn't know the taste of affection, who is Lang Jun's heart in front of the window? ”