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Chapter 113

Funeral

Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at Ye Lin quietly. hua。 The update is so fast. "樂" Wen "Xiao" said|

Ye Lin opened his mouth, but it seemed that he was suddenly speechless and speechless.

Ling Xiao was moved by murderous intent, he knew better than anyone else. I had known that she had killed people, and I had long known that it was not uncommon to kill people in her world, but at this time, he still changed his face in an instant, and he stopped her suddenly without having time to think about it.

Can't tell what kind of mood it is, nervous? Afraid? Still is...... Distressed?

Ye Lin just felt that along with time and air, it seemed that all of them were still in Ling Xiao's eyes.

That glance reminded him of the night he saw her for the first time, her eyes seemed to reflect a sea of corpses and a sea of blood and white bones, but they were calm and awe-inspiring. There is no anger, only murderous spirit—pure murderous spirit.

Ye Lin's lips moved, and in the end, he didn't know whether he didn't know what to say, or if he shouldn't say anything more suddenly, in short, he stopped without saying a word, standing in place and looking at Ling Xiao quietly.

The four eyes were facing each other, and all of them seemed to freeze at this moment.

Ling Xiao suddenly moved—she raised her hand slightly, flicking her sleeve.

Almost at the same time, the man who was sitting on the ground suddenly screamed, and flew upside down, his back hitting the mottled wall of the staircase, coughing violently and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This movement seemed to break through the original frozen time all at once, and once again it flowed as usual, and the 'female' who had been standing aside for a long time screamed in horror and staggered all the way out. Ye Lin hesitated for a moment and didn't know whether to stop her, raised his eyes to look at Ling Xiao, but saw her shake her head slightly.

It was only a minute or two before the 'woman' stumbled back with a white face, followed by a team of police officers in uniforms.

It was the police who arrived, and the one who walked at the end of the line was Chen Ji - as a forensic doctor, he didn't have to participate in the arrest with the investigators, but in the previous phone call, Ling Xiao's reaction made him tense up all of a sudden, and he didn't dare to delay for half a second, and jumped directly into the police car that was about to leave.

The group slowly walked into the bottom of the 'lane' hall, and saw Ling Xiao and Ye Lin standing opposite each other, and there was a man with a pale face collapsed on the wall on the side, and the blood stains on the ground next to him were almost shocking.

Chen Ji stepped forward to check Zhao Lei's injury, but after a while, he turned his head and looked over with some doubt: "It's hurt...... Not heavy? ”

Ling Xiao lowered his eyes, noncommittal.

Zhao Lei had already been frightened, trembling all over his body, he couldn't even speak, and he was almost scared of his soul. After several policemen questioned for a while, he was able to regain some of his senses, where did he dare to deny the sophistry again, and under the questioning of the police, he quickly couldn't resist and confessed his crime. The policeman who led the team turned around and 'handed over' on behalf of his colleague to detain and take him back to the station, while frowning and asking him: "What's the matter with your injury, who hit him?" ”

Zhao Lei subconsciously glanced at Ling Xiao, then suddenly shrank and snorted, and hurriedly retracted his gaze. （hua.

The investigators are all experienced and have eyes like torches, where can't you see his eyes? Everyone turned their heads to look at Ling Xiao in unison.

Ling Xiao casually turned the pen and said calmly: "I haven't touched him." ”

She won't admit what she has done, saying that she hasn't touched it is indeed that she hasn't touched it, and no matter how much she has, it's not a word.

A murder suspect, an old friend of the police, whose words are more convincing, seems to be self-evident. What's more, Ling Xiao's appearance is too advantageous, and his expression is extremely calm, and the group really frowned, turned their heads and glared, and nodded to Ling Xiao while escorting Zhao Lei to the car.

Chen Ji was still walking last, paused slightly when he passed by Ling Xiao's side, opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, and hesitated for a while but still didn't speak.

Ling Xiao stopped him.

Chen Ji turned his head.

Ling Xiao raised his eyes and looked at him: "Will the death penalty be imposed?" ”

Chen Ji found that she often seemed to ask the police such questions, and the last time she solved the case, she also asked Zhang Cheng this way. At that time, Zhang Cheng was like a great enemy, and he was still a little dissatisfied with this old friend, but it was not until this time that he was immersed in the scene and faced her inquiries directly, and he finally understood why Zhang Cheng was so nervous at that time.

Her tone and face were all calm, and she even spoke softly, just a question, but it seemed to carry a thousand weights.

"Intentional homicide, the circumstances are severe, plus insulting the corpse," Chen Ji nodded, "The death penalty will be imposed." ”

Ling Xiao nodded, raised his hand, and tapped the tip of his pen at the back of Zhao Lei being escorted into the police car, and calmly responded: "Okay." ”

Chen Ji nodded, said goodbye to her and continued to keep up with his colleagues, but when he passed by, he saw Ling Xiao open his mouth again: "He can't get Tang Qin's life back if he dies, but at least, killing people should pay for his life." ”

Chen Ji paused and turned his head sharply.

The young 'girl' Qingli's face was solemn: "He must die." ”

"It's not up to you or me to decide." Chen Qi frowned, "One qiē is subject to the legal judgment." ”

Ling Xiao didn't refute, but just smiled and said calmly: "Killing people pays for life, it is justified." No one is exempt. ”

Chen Ji's brows tightened even tighter, and he was about to say something more, but the young 'girl' in front of him was suddenly firmly blocked behind him by a slender figure with a protective attitude: "Section Chief Chen, your colleagues are waiting for you." ”

Compared with the eldest young man who is not gentle, the second young man of the Ye family has always had a good reputation, and they all say that although he does not show it on his face, he actually has a very good temper, and it is rare to see him like this - Chen Ji looked at Ye Lin, who didn't know why his face sank, took two steps forward and crossed him, glanced at Ling Xiao deeply, sighed long, and left in the end.

Ye Lin turned around and saw Ling Xiao looking at the inscription of the lonely pen in his hand.

Ye Lin stretched out his hand.

Ling Xiao seemed to have just come back to his senses, looked at his hand stretched out in front of him in a little stunned, and subconsciously raised his right hand as usual, but after a while, he seemed to suddenly realize something, hesitated for a moment, put down his right hand and replaced it with his left hand.

Ye Lin grabbed her right hand—along with the lonely pen she held in the palm of her hand.

Ling Xiao looked at him in surprise.

Ye Lin didn't speak, just pulled her into the car, and it wasn't until he leaned over and fastened her seat belt that he finally let go of her hand.

Ling Xiao stared down at his hand for a long time, as if he finally understood something, and suddenly smiled: "Why did you stop me, are you afraid that I will kill someone?" ”

"Probably." Ye Lin 'plugged' the car key, but he didn't start it immediately, leaned back in the chair and answered in a low voice.

Ling Xiao seemed to find it a little interesting, and asked him again: "This kind of fear, is it fear?" ”

Ye Lin was silent for a long time this time before answering again.

Ling Xiao looked down at his hand again, and after a moment, he laughed again: "Let's go home." ”

"Okay, go home." Ye Lin finally smiled too. The two went all the way home, Ye Lin reached out and hugged her, and pressed her hands and blades tightly into his arms, as if he wanted to embed her whole person into his arms. Ling Xiao looked up at him for a while, then closed his eyes in his arms and rested peacefully.

He's just an ordinary man, and he's afraid of death, he's afraid of killing, he's afraid of murderers, and he's afraid of killing for his life — because the people he loves have killed and maybe kill again, because the people he loves say that killing pays for life, and no one is an exception.

Ling Xiao was also scared - she was not afraid of killing, but for the first time in her life, she was afraid, when he saw with his own eyes and clearly realized that these hands were stained with human life and blood, would he be afraid or retreat. Did she stop her killing intent because she wanted to see if the laws of this world were really fair, or was it ...... Because of Ye Lin, she didn't understand it herself.

But he was still willing to hold her hand, hold her murder weapon, hold her, and take her home with him. He was even scared, but he also felt sorry for her—he knew that she was a healer, and no one understood the preciousness of life better than her. A lonely pen, like the judge's pen of the Yama Palace, can decide life and death with just one stroke. She never felt complacent about it, but she didn't hesitate. So he was distressed, distressed that she was carrying such a heavy thing; He was also afraid, afraid that one day killing would eventually become a prophecy.

He frankly admitted that he was afraid, but Ling Xiao was not afraid. This embrace was firm and warm, which made her involuntarily calm and unusually reassured.

That night, there was a sudden 'commotion' in the Jiangcheng Detention Center - Zhao Lei, a criminal suspect temporarily detained in prison in the case of Tang Qin's murder, suddenly had unbearable pain in the joints of his body in the middle of the night. The person in charge of the detention center immediately arranged for him to seek medical treatment, but for some reason he could not find the slightest cause of the disease. At the same time, Ling Xiao nested in Ye Lin's arms and had a dream - the 'girl' in the dream had a lovely round face and beautiful facial features, and secretly looked at herself from time to time with a cheerful smile on her face.

Ling Xiao approached her, reached out and 'touched' her face, and asked her softly, "Do you regret it?" ”

The 'girl' seemed to blush slightly shyly, but she couldn't help but put her face closer to her palm, and shook her head with a smile: "But next time I will definitely be careful!" ”

Ling Xiao was stunned, shook his head and smiled, but suddenly lowered his head and gently 'kissed' her forehead, and the sigh that seemed to be absent dissipated in the dream that couldn't tell the truth from the false:

"Silly Girl......"

……

I don't know if it's because the identity of the deceased this time is a bit special and the social impact is too great, the court quickly held a trial, and the death sentence was imposed in the first instance, the defendant did not file an appeal, and the judgment took effect. Chen Ji sat in the office, checked the verdict, calculated the time, and breathed a long sigh of relief inexplicably.

A few days later, Tang Qin's body was cremated at the funeral home. Her parents knew that she liked the city, so they buried her ashes in the cemetery in Jiangcheng. Tang Qin's readers' association contacted her parents through the guò publishing house, and after obtaining the consent and address, several directors of the readers' association went to the cemetery as representatives to mourn her.

Except for Qingming, the cemetery has always been a deserted place. Several of them were young people in their twenties, and it was the first time in their lives to set foot in such a place, so it was inevitable that they were a little nervous. finally found Tang Qin's location according to the address he wanted to arrive at in advance, but he stopped and didn't dare to step forward-

The smiling 'girl' child in the photo of the tombstone not far ahead is the cartoonist who once brought them countless happiness and warmth. On the tombstone, the words "Tomb of Tang Qin" are different from all the surrounding fonts, with iron painting silver hooks and pen walking dragons and snakes, as if they were done in one go and overnight.

In front of the tombstone stood a slender and tall figure, dressed in an ink-colored robe, with long hair scattered and a pen diagonally tied around his waist. The cold winter north wind blew, raising her waist-length hair, and the wide sleeves of her coat hunted in the wind.

She reached out and took out a roll of sleeves from her sleeve and unfolded it unhurriedly—the sleeve was not long, and it was written in about a hundred or ten words. She seemed to look at it from beginning to end, and then raised her hand with her fingers between her sleeves. The other end of the sleeve roll "stabbed" and suddenly burst into flames. She watched quietly as the paper in her hand slowly burned to ashes, until the tongue of fire was about to 'lick' her fingers, and then she relaxed her hand.

The rice paper slowly drifted down with the flames, and finally burned out completely, fell to the ground and turned into fly ashes, and finally dissipated in the cold wind and disappeared without a trace.

The man in the ink-colored robe was silent for a moment, and then bent down slightly—only then did a few people notice that there was still a small jar of wine on the ground next to the tombstone. The man lifted the jar and tilted it slightly, and the wine dripped down, leaving a deep stain on the concrete floor. Then she threw up her head and drank it all with her mouth.

Her amount of wine seemed to be excellent, and it was only a blink of an eye to pour a jar of wine, and after drinking, she put down the jar of wine, and wiped her chin wet with wine with her wide sleeves, and then took out a bamboo flute from her sleeve, and laughed lowly:

"Wronged, you are patient, read the sacrificial text I wrote, and drink with me, and play a tune, and make amends for you."

The sound of the flute is scattered in the wind, with three points of longing and seven points of sorrow, sad but not sad

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