It was night, and there was no light in the dark moon, not even faint stars.

At the end of the day, Gu Fei was still sitting in the flower hall, she was wearing a white middle coat, the green silk was scattered, the whole person was like a sculpture, silent, occasionally the night breeze blowing, driving the hem of the clothes, revealing half of the white skin, and the light was faint in the hall where the oil lamp was not lit.

When Ku Ma came back in a gray coarse cloth dress, she saw Gu Fei like this, her figure paused, and then her footsteps turned, and she felt out the fire fold and lit the oil lamp, and then whispered, "Girl, why haven't you rested yet?" ”

The oil lamp fireworks in the black eyes swayed, like a gilded eagle, and she replied in a shallow voice, "Waiting for you." ”

Hearing this, Ku Ma's relaxed and drooping eyes narrowed, and the fine lines at the end were bent and smiled, she went to Gu Fei, picked up the thin shirt on the couch and put it on her shoulder, "The old body is doing things, the girl can rest assured, you can't sit so late in the future, your body has just seen well, and you can't stand the cold." ”

Gu Fei didn't interrupt Ku Ma's words, she listened to this long-winded nagging, the corners of her mouth unconsciously hooked, and she felt a feeling of being cared for.

The bitter mother accepted it when she saw it, and she didn't expect Gu Feiquan to listen to it, so she immediately turned pale and got down to business, "Sure enough, as the girl expected, that person died strangely." ”

Hearing this, Gu Fei'e raised her eyebrows, and a burning streamer rose from the bottom of her eyes, "How to do it?" ”

"Girl, look." Ku Ma moved the brass lady's oil lamp to Gu Fei's hand, and then took out Zhang Si Pa from her arms, and the Si Pa peeled off the four corners, revealing a few curly hairs.

Gu Fei took a closer look and found that there were one or two light strands of hair in these strands, which were obviously not a person's hair loss.

Ku Ma spread out the silk handkerchief on the table and pointed to a few of them, "These roots were pulled out by the old body on the corpse of that Daoist, and these roots were found by the old body on the Taoist person." ”

The last few are the light hair, Gu Fei is not taboo at all, she reached out and picked up one of them, put it in front of her eyes to take a closer look, but she didn't see anything famous.

"It's not a problem that other people's hair is stained on their bodies." Gu Fei picked out those few hair-colored ones, twisted them into a handful, wound them around his fingertips, and kneaded them into a small ball.

Ku Ma smiled lightly and shook her head, "Girl, don't underestimate these hairs. ”

Gu Fei looked at Ku Ma and didn't quite understand.

The expression on Ku Ma's face was unfathomable, and the silver threads that slipped from her ears and temples shone in the oil light, "The old body dares to conclude that these hairs must have been unintentionally hooked off by the clothes of the Taoist when the murderer was checking whether the Taoist was completely breathing, and it was definitely done by the woman." ”

"Oh?" Gu Fei became interested.

"The girl twisted those hairs just now, but she found that the hair strands were unusually smooth, and when they ran down the roots, there would be a little greasy feeling on the fingertips." The bitter mother told the story.

Gu Fei's eyes lit up, and her bitter mother's words were like lightning, sneering through her mind, and she faintly grasped something.

"The roots of the hair are slippery, that's because women often use blue balm head oil." Ku Ma further explained.

Gu Fei suddenly, she thought for a while, twisted the handful of hair to the tip of her nose and sniffed, and said in a deep voice, "It's the fragrance of osmanthus orchid, it smells familiar, I must have smelled it on anyone's body." ”

Hearing Gu Fei say this, Ku Ma believed it without doubt, others may not know, but she knows everything about Gu Fei clearly, and she also happens to know Gu Fei's keen sense of smell for ordinary people, which is a talent and a unique advantage.

"Don't worry about this for a while, it's late, the old man pushes the girl to rest." As she spoke, Ku Ma took the bit of hair on Gu Fei's hand, put it back in the silk pal, and wanted to push the wheelchair.

Thinking about it, Gu Feiren leaned back, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and looked at Ku Ma without blinking, without the slightest intention of going to sleep.

The smile on Ku Ma's face froze, stopped moving, looked at Gu Fei in a daze, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

An embarrassing silence crept between the two, silent and undercurrent.

Ku Ma lowered her hand, her sallow face was covered with heavy shadows, and she couldn't see her expression clearly for a long time.

Gu Fei's expression became colder and colder, until there was cold snow in those eyes, "Ku Mom, do you know what I want to know!" ”

Ku Ma's hand trembled, she slowly raised her head, looked at Gu Fei, and said in a voice that was difficult for her to hear, "Girl, the old body understands what you want to know, and the old body has also checked it out, but ......"

"But how?" Gu Fei's voice is neat, like a collision of jade beads.

The answer to Gu Fei was the sigh of the bitter mother, she walked to the light, and said with a straight face, "The old body will say, but please ask the girl to promise the old body, don't be rash, let alone hurt your own body." ”

Gu Fei pursed her lips, the light and shadow under her pink lips were slanted, and the tip of her lips replied, "Okay." ”

In this way, the bitter mother said again, "You let the old man look for the person...... Gone......"

Gone?

Gu Fei's mind kept echoing these three words, she grabbed the handrail of her wheelchair, and with a lot of effort, she asked in disbelief, "Not anymore?" What do you mean it's gone? ”

Ku Ma's face couldn't see joy and sorrow, she clasped her hands together, lowered her eyelids and said more bluntly, "It's ...... if it's not there." He's dead. ”

He's dead...... He's dead...... He's dead......

As if she had been thrown into an ice cellar, Gu Fei felt that her whole body was cold, and her legs began to hurt sharply, that kind of pain, with the suffocation of not being able to breathe, she gritted her teeth word by word and asked, "You mean, the two people I asked you to find are dead?" My biological father and mother are dead? ”

Ku Ma looked up suddenly, very surprised, Gu Fei only asked her to find two people in Yizhou a few days ago, but she didn't say that these two people were her biological parents, let alone others.

"Are you sure the dead people are named Mo Hui and Bai Zilan?" Gu Fei asked again, with a sharp end note of gaffe.

Ku Ma's mouth moved a few times, she sorted out the clues she had found, and replied affirmatively, "Yes, the ink emblem of the Yizhou Xiaomomo family and the civilian woman Bai Zilan died eight years ago......"

"No......" Gu Fei screamed, she flicked her long sleeves, and the tea cup on the desk fell out with a bang, splashing a lot of water stains, "Who told you they were dead?" Says who? ”

Ku Ma looked at the smashed tea cup under her feet, the sharp edges and corners reflected in the water stains reflected a vivid despair, and she had such a scarlet look, "South of the suburbs of Yizhou, two lonely graves, the old man personally went to inspect it, and the people of Yizhou Xiaomomo's family said that the two of them met bandits on a trip and died unexpectedly. ”

After speaking, the bitter mother looked at Gu Fei worriedly, such a statement is shoddy, it is okay to deceive the children of the general horn, as long as they are a little wise, they can see the strangeness here.

"Impossible," Gu Fei's voice was gloomy, with a hint of red in her dark pupils, and her body was full of anger, terrifying, "My mother has an old disease, her eyes are unclear, and her temperament is quiet, my father will never take her on a trip, although I have not been at home for ten years, I have letters to exchange letters with them every year......"

Gu Fei didn't continue to say the rest of the words, she stopped talking, as abruptly as if she had suddenly broken the horse, and then she laughed weirdly.

The laughter was desolate and resolute, like a cuckoo crying blood, breaking through the roof of the house, soaring into the night sky, startling the stars and moon in the dark clouds.