It was already late at night, and there was a faint candlelight flickering in front of the half-covered window, Ji Xiamo was sitting at the square table with his chin propped up and drowsy, with a messy booklet spread out in front of him.

Jin Wuji put down the autopsy record in his hand, slowed down his movements and walked to Ji Xiamo's side, putting on a cloak for him. Looking at the pale cyan color in Ji Xiamo's eyes, Jin Wuji frowned slightly, and displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Ji Xia Mo!!" With a loud bang, the door of the room was slammed open from the outside, and Qin Yan broke in in a hurry. Jin Wuji's hand holding the sword tightened, and his cold eyes swept towards Qin Yan who was rushing towards him, suppressing the urge to draw the sword.

Ji Xiamo, who was dozing, was startled by Qin Yan, stood up suddenly, knocked over the tea that had already been cold in his hand, and wet the table with paper books, fortunately, Jin Wuji was quick and put away the scattered booklet papers, so that Ji Xiamo survived the hard work of the night.

As if he didn't notice Jin Wuji's coldness, Qin Yan hurriedly walked to Ji Xiamo's side, "Ji Xiamo, according to your orders, I ordered someone to inspect the entire capital, and I didn't find anyone buying a large amount of kerosene recently. ”

Seeing Ji Xiamo's brows furrowed, Qin Yan grabbed a cup of cold tea on the table and poured it, breathed steadily, and handed over a stack of crumpled papers, his shining eyes did not hide his excitement. "But I accidentally discovered one thing, half a year ago, there was a person who bought 30 catties of kerosene in a store on Changjie in Nancheng, I paid attention to it, and found that in the past six months, people have been buying kerosene in various stores in the capital, and each time it is 30 catties."

"Half a year ago......" Ji Xiamo touched his chin and looked down in thought.

Qin Yan nodded, smiling inexplicably. "Ji Xiamo, in half a year, thirty catties at a time, do you think the accumulated kerosene can burn a Pan Mansion?"

Jin Wuji picked up the cloak that had fallen to the ground and put it on Ji Xiamo's body again. "So much kerosene, no matter where you put it, it will be noticeable."

"That's the point!" Qin Yan clapped his hands, and his voice raised a little. "Now as long as we can find the storage of this kerosene, won't we be able to find the murderer?"

Ji Xiamo shook his head and interrupted the excited Qin Yan, "First, this is just a suspicion, even if you find these disappeared kerosene, you may not be able to find the murderer." Second, don't you remember what the people who bought the kerosene looked like? ”

I asked, but the shop owners said that the person who bought the kerosene was wrapped in a loose black cloak, but judging by his voice and size, it was a man. I can conclude from the descriptions of those bosses, it's a person! ”

Ji Xia Mo paced in the candlelight, looking at the record in his hand and was silent.

Suddenly, Ji Xiamo paused, as if he had thought of something.

Ji Xiamo threw the record in his hand on the table, took out a blood-stained silk from his sleeve, walked quickly to the candlestick, and carefully looked at the orchid embroidered on the handkerchief in his hand by the dim candlelight.

After a long silence, after a long time, Ji Xiamo hooked the corners of his lips, closed the silk in his hand, and a faint understanding and sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Ji Xiamo, you, what's wrong?" Qin Yan poked his head and looked at Ji Xiamo, who suddenly fell silent, suspiciously.

Without answering Qin Yan's question, Ji Xiamo walked quickly to Jin Wuji's side and took the booklet in his hand, found the autopsy record and flipped it to one place, looked at it carefully, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with coldness.

"Sure enough!" The booklet in his hand was thrown heavily on the table, and Qin Yan jumped in shock.

"Brother Jin, you can come with me to Pan Mansion later." Ji Xia Mo took off the cloak on his body and threw it aside, turning around and signaling to Qin Yan. "Qin Yan, you go to the prison again and help me ask a few things."

Qin Yan felt that he was getting more and more confused, "Ji Xiamo, what do you want to do?" ”

Ji Xiamo's hand moved, and after a moment of silence, Ji Xiamo looked up at the dark night outside the house, and said lightly. "I think I know who the killer is!"

Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Ji Xiamo's gourd, seeing Ji Xiamo's cold expression, Qin Yan didn't dare to ask too much, patted his chest, and went to the prison of the Criminal Department with a high spirit.

Ji Xiamo casually ate a few bites of dim sum, and also took Jin Wuji to Pan's mansion.

When I arrived at Pan's Mansion, as I had come several times before, I was in ruins and full of gloom. The last time Ji Xiamo was assassinated here and was injured, and now that he came over here, Jin Wuji tensed the nerves in his whole body, and was vigilant around him, lest a person who was not paying attention would be injured again.

Ji Xia Mo didn't care about looking around, and when he arrived at Pan's mansion, he walked directly towards Lord Pan's residence.

Coming to Master Pan's room, Ji Xiamo asked Jin Wuji to take out a few torches that had been prepared, and one by one, illuminate the room as if it were day.

Under the light of the fire, Ji Xiamo carefully turned over Master Pan's room inside and out, even under the collapsed beams, but there was nothing new to discover.

It was already early in the morning, Ji Xiamo wiped his dirty face, sat on the burnt beam, sweating profusely and panting, looking very wolf.

Jin Wuji stepped forward and sat down beside Ji Xiamo, took out a handkerchief, and silently wiped the dirt on Ji Xiamo's face.

Ji Xiamo buried his face and hugged his head in distress, "Brother Jin, I have a headache." ”

Jin Wuji's hand paused, he was silent for a moment, and his cold fingers pressed on Ji Xiamo's temple. "What are you looking for, I'll help you find it."

"Evidence." Ji Xia Mo fell into Jin Wuji's arms with his head bored, his eyes closed. "I've roughly guessed who the killer is, but I can't find any evidence."

"Ahhh Ji Xia Mo let out a loud roar, got up and kicked the coke and black soil on the ground angrily. "It's almost dawn, God, can you give me a way to live!!"

Looking at Ji Xiamo, who was irritable and collapsed, Jin Wuji's brows furrowed slightly, worried about the injuries on his body, and was about to stop it, when he suddenly inadvertently glanced at a bright color in the gap in the corner of the bed.

"What is this?" Jin Wuji's voice interrupted Ji Xiamo's venting, and Jin Wuji squatted in front of the bed, holding an object the size of a fingernail in his hand.

Ji Xiamo wiped his little face, leaned over and took the small stone in Jin Wuji's hand. "This is a god horse thing?"

Ji Xia Mo pinched it, glanced at the burning firelight again, thought for a moment, picked up the hem of his clothes and wiped it vigorously, and an oval-shaped jade appeared in his hand.

Ji Xia Mo stared at the jade in his hand, his two good-looking eyebrows were wrinkled and loose, and he smashed his mouth. "Tsk, it's a little familiar."

"There is no hole for the lead, it is an ornament."

"For example?"

"Hairpins."

"Right!" Ji Xiamo slapped his thighs and grinned with a mouthful of small white teeth. "I said how do you look so familiar, it turns out ......"

Before Ji Xiamo finished his sentence, Jin Wuji suddenly reached out and hugged him, holding him tightly in his arms. The tattered stain in his hand was in front of him, and he looked out of the house with a cold expression. "What people!"

"Ji Xiamo, are you there?" Qin Yan's cautious voice came from outside the house, and Ji Xiamo's tense little heart relaxed, and patted Jin Wuji's arm to signal him to let go.

Leaving Jin Wuji's embrace, Ji Xiamo carefully put away the jade in his hand. "Let's go, Brother Jin."

took Jin Wuji out of the house, and at a glance saw Qin Yan carrying a lantern and leaning over to stand cautiously in the ruins.

Ji Xiamo walked over to Qin Yan. "Qin Xiaoyan, why are you here?"

"You still say!" Seeing Ji Xiamo, Qin Yan, who had been tense, breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. "You are in such a hurry, I hurried to the Criminal Department and asked about what you ordered, I was afraid that you would be in a hurry, so I came directly to Pan's Mansion."

"Good work." Ji Xia Mo patted Qin Yan with a smile. "How?"

"I've already asked clearly, the guy named Xiao Pheasant said that there are two cellars in Pan Mansion, one is used to store wine, meat and vegetables, and the other is a deserted courtyard, which was abandoned two years ago, and there have been some unused wastes."

Ji Xiamo thought about it for a while and made a decision. "Go to the deserted courtyard."

The three of them came to the abandoned abandoned courtyard, and according to the information asked by Qin Yan, they found the entrance to the cellar that was crushed under the rubble, and motioned to Jin Wuji and Qin Yan to remove the coke waste wood that had been piled up together and reopen the sealed entrance.

"I'll go first, then you." Stopping Ji Xiamo's action of stepping forward, Jin Wuji picked up the torch without saying anything and jumped into the cellar first.

Looking at Jin Wuji's figure disappearing from the ground, Ji Xiamo seemed to be lightly bumped by something in his heart, with a faint tremble.

Qin Yan stepped forward and squatted at the mouth of the cellar, making sure that there was no danger below, and turned around to signal Ji Xiamo. "You go down, my highness."

Hiding the love in his eyes, Ji Xiamo regained his former hippie smile. "Yo! When did Qin Gongzi learn to carry forward his style? Worth encouraging! Hurry up and make you a pennant to send to your home. ”

"Less smug! This son is to let you try to see if there is any danger below! Looking at Ji Xiamo's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Qin Yan's face was slightly hot and shouted loudly.

Xia Mo, who was guilty of Qin Yan's death to save face, knew it, but she didn't break it, and climbed down the soft ladder of the cellar with a smile.

When he arrived in the cellar, Ji Xia Mo fell into a familiar embrace, Jin Wuji put Ji Xia Mo down, and looked at it carefully, "Are you hurt?" ”

Ji Xia Mo smiled and moved his shoulders. "No, I didn't use any force on the wound."

With a muffled sound, Qin Yan also jumped down, and with the light of the fire in the hands of the two of them, Ji Xiamo looked around.

"Go inside." Ji Xia Mo signaled.

Jin Wuji was the leader, and after Qin Yan's palace, Ji Xiamo was sandwiched between the two and walked towards the depths of the cellar.

As Qin Yan said, there are indeed a lot of discarded objects piled up here, ranging from decorative porcelain to large tables, chairs and furniture, all stacked high together.

"It seems that he is right, this is indeed an abandoned cellar."

"It's not that simple." Hearing Qin Yan speak, Ji Xiamo shook his head.

"It's been abandoned for two years, but ......," Jin Wou-Ki wiped his hand on the table beside him. However, there is not a trace of dust here, which shows that people often come here to clean. ”

Qin Yan shrugged: "Can't there still be people living here, right?" ”

The three of them had already come to an end, and Ji Xia Mo swept around, his eyes remaining on a closed half-human tall wooden door.

Ji Xiamo stepped forward and knocked on the door, taking two steps back to signal Jin Wuji on the side. "Brother Jin, open the door."

Jin Wuji took two steps forward, his hand was broken and unsheathed for five minutes, and thirty percent of the internal force pressed it, and a wooden door was split in an instant, Qin Yan who saw it was stunned, and his back bones were cold, and he couldn't help but quietly move away from Jin Wuji's side for a few points.

Ji Xia Mo dodged away the dust that filled the air, walked into the door, and suddenly a pungent smell came to his face, making it difficult to breathe.

"What a smell!" Qin Yan covered his nose and stepped back again and again, frowning.

After Ji Xiamo followed Jin Wuji into the door, he could see by the firelight that the space here was less than twenty feet, and there were unidentified objects piled up high, covered by thick linen.

Jin Wuji put aside the torch in his hand, protected Ji Xiamo beside him, and tore off the sackcloth vigorously, and suddenly hundreds of wooden barrels piled up together were exposed to his sight.

"This is ......" Qin Yan, who came up, looked at these wooden barrels with a shocked expression, stepped forward to take a general look, and looked back at Ji Xiamo. Oil drums? ”

Ji Xia Mo leaned softly in Jin Wuji's arms, the corners of his mouth hooked. "Tsk! It seems that the murder weapon that burned Pan Mansion has been found. ”

"The murderer is Pan Zilong!?"

"You're stupid!" Ji Xia Mo rolled his eyes, eager to kick Qin Yan's stupid face. "He's the murderer, can he tell you where the murder weapon is hidden?"

"So, who the hell is the murderer?" Qin Yan rubbed his head, deeply aware of the lack of IQ.

"There are two pieces of clothing here." Jin Wou-Ki kicked open a wooden barrel and pulled out two oil-stained clothes from the crack in the barrel.

Ji Xiamo took the clothes handed over by Jin Wuji, examined them carefully, and gradually raised a smile of unknown meaning on his face.

Put away the clothes and hand them to Qin Yan on the side. "Put away the physical evidence and withdraw it!"

"What are you going for?" Qin Yan hugged his clothes, a little confused.

"Toss all night, eat and sleep, recuperate, and see how the master takes down the thief tomorrow!"

Out of the cellar, looking at the gradually whitening Dongfang, Ji Xia Mo pouted, "It seems that I can't sleep." ”

"I'll go find the carriage and come over, eat first, I haven't eaten for almost a day and a night, I'm starving!" Qin Yan hugged a ball of clothes, said to Ji Xiamo, and floated towards the outside of Pan's mansion weakly.

Seeing Qin Yan's back walking away, Ji Xia Mo flattened his mouth, turned around and hooked Jin Wuji's neck, and rubbed his tiptoes on Jin Wuji's neck affectionately.

"Brother Jin~~~ My feet hurt, hug me~~" The sweet and greasy voice carried Ji Xiamo's unique soft coquettishness.

The corners of Jin Wuji's lips were inadvertently hooked, and warmth flashed in his eyes.

"Okay."