- Fifty candles were lit at the same time in the windowless room, and the room was almost daylight. The craftsman in the room with eyes as sharp as the stars obviously has a mature set of experience in the use of tools and the control of light.

In the center of the long table with two rows of knives neatly arranged, there was a gray-black ball, which was the baby skull that the second prince had inadvertently caught during the day when he was fishing for shrimp in the pool next to the Yeyue courtyard. The small skull had been corroded by the pond water, and if it weren't for the holes left in the skull by the decay of the eye sockets, nose grooves, and lips, this round skull would have looked like a rotten gourd at a glance.

Three steps away from the long table, the second prince, Wang Hong, sat on a loose-board chair with a round back and two armrests, but his back was straight, always inches away from the chair that was slightly tilted back. Instead of enjoying the support of the armrests of the chair, his hands were tucked deep into his sleeves, and he didn't know if the palms were flat or clenched again.

Wang Hong's eyebrows furrowed slightly, there was a chill in his eyes, and his gaze went straight to the long table opposite.

The linen craftsman standing behind the long table and facing Wang Hong glanced up with a hesitant expression on his face, but it didn't take long for him to disappear and calm down. The craftsman lowered his gaze and swept over the two rows of knives on the long table, then reached for one of them.

It was a narrow, long knife with an odd edge and extremely shallow serrations. When the world can grind the metal out of such a shallow tooth groove and still maintain a sharp edge, it can be seen that the material of this serrated knife has been tempered at least ten times.

The craftsman held the baby's skull in one hand and the serrated knife in the other, placing it in the middle of the top of the skull. First, he slowly pulled the sawing several times to cut a groove, and the craftsman's hand holding the serrated knife increased his speed, and the wrist pressed the blade to use the groove as a track, and the mechanical stability and maintained a very fast cut.

Illuminated by the candlelight, which was as bright as day, there were faint fines of powder pouring on the ends of the serrated knife. Since there was no moving air in the house, the male was only slightly stirred up by the pulled saw. Then it will naturally settle down gently. However, there was obviously a peculiar smell in the air in the room, similar to that emitted by decaying matter, but there was no obvious smell of decay.

The pitch-black baby's skull was quickly sawn into two by the craftsman, like a watermelon cut from the middle. The "craftsmanship" of the linen craftsmen is very delicate. The cut skull was neatly incised, but what was revealed was a pitch-black sheet of carbon-like half-decayed bone.

Sitting opposite, staring at this side, Wang Hong, who had been silent, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

After death, the bones should be more or less white, and even after a long time, the bones will only be gray. If the bone is black to this extent, it is caused by poisoning and death, and it is a poison of an extremely strong nature. Human body functions. It is impossible to support the bones until they are completely eroded by the toxin before they die. Only rare and highly toxic toxins will continue to penetrate the bones after death, and smoke the bones so charcoal-colored.

Only, look at the size of the skull. Most likely from a baby. Killing a baby requires such a drastic toxin?

The linen craftsman put down the serrated knife in his hand, picked up a thin cone from the table, and plucked a hairpin out of the cut half of the skull. The hairpin, which is long enough to run through the baby's skull from top to bottom, falls on the hardwood tabletop, making a relatively crisp sound, and its surface is pitch black, but in fact, the inside should be made of fine iron.

Picked out the long hairpin. The Maison's hand did not stop pinching the awl, but his movements were softening, and he picked out a little black powder from the inside of the baby's skull, put it between his fingers, and came closer to his eyes to observe it carefully for a moment.

Then he sniffed the powder close to his nose.

It seems to be enlightened. Only then did the Mai Craftsman raise his eyes to look at Wang Hong, the second prince sitting opposite, and said slowly: "Returning to His Royal Highness, it can be seen from the very small amount of these dry blood accumulations that this baby should have been pierced through the skull with a sharp object after death."

Wang Hong's eyebrows were still frowning. In a tone of indifference, he said, "Do you have anything else to discover?" It doesn't make sense to be severely injured after death. ”

"There are some things that cannot be judged unilaterally, so although the law and sentencing and evidence are important evidence, the motive theory and human evidence cannot be ignored." The Maison Craftsman paused slightly when he said this, and seemed to hesitate a little, but his expression quickly returned to normal, and he continued: "Please forgive the grass people for the offense. This skull was found in the pool next to the 'Yeyue Courtyard', and it cannot be ruled out that the woman in the cold palace has a strange temperament and is not ordinary, and some behaviors cannot be judged by common sense. It is not uncommon for the cursed to be sent to the curse with acupuncture dolls, and it is not uncommon for the previous dynasty to be scattered into the court secrets of the people, so ......"

The linen craftsman was only halfway through his words, when he saw the prince pull out a hand that was tucked into his sleeve and wave it casually, and he immediately shut up.

After a moment of silence, Wang Hong asked, "It may be found out, how long has this skull been soaked in water?"

"The skull is too young, it is accurate to be a young bone, and it has been infected by toxins, so it is impossible to distinguish it." The Maison shook his head without thinking, it was obvious that he had pondered this question in his heart a moment ago.

Wang Hong actually expected it in his heart, but he still asked with a glimmer of hope. Seeing that this road was impassable, he didn't do much to circle, immediately changed the topic, and said, "What did you find on the hairpin?"

The linen craftsman bowed slightly: "Your Highness, wait a moment, wait for the herbs to wash off the rust on the surface of the hairpin with medicinal water, and then identify it."

The Mai man took a long hairpin that was pitch black, and I don't know whether it should be counted as rusty or coated with a layer of dried blood, turned around and opened a door behind him, and walked in.

After a burst of jars and cans, the Mai man soon came out with the hairpin again. It's just a cup of tea, and the pitch-black hairpin has shown a smooth brightness.

……

When the cavalry escorting Lin Shan, faced with the drastic weather changes of dark clouds and gusts of wind and rain, they had to stop their march and camp on time, and the heavy rain also poured down on the coast of the eastern suburbs of Kyoto, hundreds of miles away.

Heavy raindrops departed from the clouds, crashed against the soft sand, rolled up thin strands of quicksand, and then scattered and slid into the sea, making the water close to the shore dirty.

After Mo Ye picked up the hair band in the rain, he took the opportunity to pull his hair back and tie it casually. As soon as she turned to walk back, she saw the four people at the table drinking tea standing up and walking towards her.

But she just passed by them.

Return to the iron basin with the charcoal fire. Mo Ye quickly roasted warm again, and when he looked sideways, he saw that the four people were standing next to the four table legs, but the four people had been gone for a long time. They haven't come back yet.

At first, the people sitting around the brazier thought that the people had drunk too much tea and needed to solve their personal problems. As the shopkeeper, he had to have at least a little consideration for the customer, but from the very beginning when these four people sat in the shop, they were vaguely strange, and the owner of the tea shop was vigilant, so he didn't remind them to use an umbrella.

Anyway, they gave the tea money from the beginning.

But seeing that they hadn't returned for a long time, a few people by the brazier couldn't help but talk. The conversation came and went, and finally returned to the level of the martial arts hall disciple, but he asked around. No one could tell which martial arts hall they were disciples of.

The owner of the tea shop still followed his original opinion, thinking that it might be a disciple from a newly opened martial arts hall.

One of the tea shop guys couldn't help but say, "They've been gone for so long, it's not like they're going to do that...... They don't need an umbrella, and they should be drenched enough by now. ”

Another tea shop guy hurriedly answered, and couldn't wait to say a conjecture that he had been wondering about several times: "Could it be that there is a secret in their umbrella?" Almost everyone's umbrellas are broken. The sun in their hands is intact. ”

"They are warriors, who dares to touch what is in their hands? What's more, cloth umbrellas are not as easy to break as paper umbrellas. The owner of the tea shop looked at the guy who was about to move, and scolded, "Customer's things, don't move around, remember this truth!" ”

The owner of the tea shop wanted to say a few words, but considering how many customers there were in Toru Zai. I endured this meaning.

……

The four killers walked to the side of a reef and dodged over.

Of course, they didn't want to jump into the sea, but they touched a few abrupt pavilions on the craggy and strange sea rocks www.biquge.info and the four of them finally landed on a boat docked in a visual blind spot behind the reef.

The cats were in the canopy made of straw mats, and their bodies were only wet with the rain. As soon as they were seated, the bow of the boat covered their faces with hats. The boatman, who seemed to be daydreaming in the rain, immediately stood up.

The boatman shook off the coat he was draping over his shoulders and shook off a splash, but in the "snapping" sound of the splash on the board, there was a faint "crackling" sound when his shoulder and elbow bones moved.

Then he lifted the wide-brimmed hat above his head and bent down to grasp the bamboo pole leaning against the side of the boat. When they were all lifted, the bamboo pole was almost two feet long, and he poked it under the sea, and the hull of the ship began to move slowly.

It is actually very dangerous for a small boat like this to sail in a sea climate where strong winds and heavy rains are very prone to waves. Even if you don't explore the underwater environment in the depths of the ocean, even if you spread out such a long coastline, no one can necessarily understand the underwater situation in every part of it.

But when the four killers got into the boat, they all had a calm look on their faces, and they didn't worry about this problem in the slightest. That's how they came, and they believe that the boatman at the bow of the boat, who made a bamboo pole two feet long, will take them back to the sect as smoothly as he came.

It was only because of the stability of the boatman's lower plate and the heavy strength of his arms that he could make the two-zhang bamboo pole as flexible as the two-foot short sword--he was the sword-folding uncle of the three young men.

However, although he has the honorific title of uncle, he is not as prestigious as Uncle Fu Jian, just because of his name of "folding sword".

In their sect, if anyone is tired of killing people after becoming an artist, he can pass the guò harsh assessment and obtain the name of "folding sword". The person who "breaks the sword" is killed by himself, such a person is worthless to the sect, and the final result is abandoned by the sect.

Lacking the protection of the sect, the killers who are involved in the murder will encounter murderous opportunities everywhere in the rivers and lakes who want to squeeze them out.

However, this "Uncle Folding Sword" knock is an exception in the sect that allows the storage of zài, and only this one place indirectly makes his martial arts, in a certain way, may be higher than that of the "Uncle Fu Sword" who has no small authority.

It's just that the sword in the hand of Uncle Sword-Folding has been replaced with a bamboo pole, or when he carries out auxiliary tasks in the future, he will still hold sticks, stones and other things in his hands, but according to the rules of the sect, since he has taken the name of "Folding Sword", he can no longer touch any iron tools in his hands.

Therefore, he gradually became the most dishonorable person in the sect, but he was more popular with the younger undebuted disciples. Except for the murder of people, Uncle Sword's martial arts are no worse than those of Uncle Sword, who is responsible for teaching and learning in the sect, and Uncle Sword-Folding is recognized as a good talker.

However, for Uncle Fu Jian, who was bent on cultivating a successful killer from the three disciples under his name, the Folding Sword was vaguely his enemy. He didn't want his disciple to get too close to this man who had no murderous aura on his body.

Therefore, although some of the three teenagers wanted to say hello to Uncle Folding Sword, after glancing at Master Fu Jian who was sitting at the same table, that kind of look suddenly made them all look at it slightly.

But they were silent. The folding sword in the bow of the boat took the initiative to speak, and said in a casual tone: "How? Have fun today? Have you seen anything interesting that would make me happy to say it?"

"I was about to tell you." Although Fu Jian, who was sitting solemnly and upright in the boat, answered like this, he couldn't hear a trace of light-hearted joke in his tone, "After you sent us here early in the morning, you didn't berth too far, why did it take so long for you to reply after I gave you the signal to pick us up?"

Folding Sword smiled faintly and replied, "The weather has changed. There will be an impact. ”

"Isn't it because you're snoozing in the bow of the ship?" Fu Jian immediately asked again, this time he not only spoke in a cold and hard tone, but also coerced a little bit of questioning.

"Well, I can't hide it from you, I overslept. I apologize to you. After Xu finished saying this string of words, he didn't wait for Fu Jian to buy his account, and suddenly changed the topic, but the speed of his speech slowed down: "Huh? You didn't bring back any of your statues?"

A teenager couldn't help but open his mouth to explain, but was pressed down by a gesture from Fu Jian's palm, and then he explained in person: "The umbrella was deliberately left by me, and it was left for a few interesting people I met on the shore."

The folding sword that pushed the boat with the pestle rod in the bow sighed when he heard this. It's not that he's sorry that he didn't catch the handle of Fu Jian's mistake, but it's like he was sighing for a few dying people in advance: "Yo...... The people who make you feel interesting will soon become four, because you're only interested in what to kill and how to kill them. ”

"Thank you for your review, it's fair, I like it." Fu Jian spoke in a cold tone. Soon the conversation changed sharply: "But I'm only good at attacking, and I won't sit still, so I'm not as good as you!"

The three teenagers present knew what their master was satirizing about Folding the Sword, and they must have understood it in their hearts.

The rules of the sect have long been familiar to them. Uncle Folding Sword is still a young man with abundant body. When he gets older, he will always be replaced by a successor who is striving for this idle name. And being stabbed to death by someone in his own sect is the most despicable way to die in the sect.

Uncle Ke Folding Sword seems to be living in a drowsy every day at present, and if he continues like this, when he reaches a certain age, his martial arts will degenerate very quickly.

However, at this time, the broken sword seemed to have missed the words that Fu Jian said, and his perspective only stayed on the insincere gratitude in front of him, and said with a smile: "Your self-confidence in the great cause of assassination is very strong, and I am not the only one in the faction who thinks so, I am afraid that I will not have a chance to catch up with you, but I suddenly want to know, how are you going to use your umbrella to kill people?"

"Excuse me." Uncle Fu Jian smiled indifferently, "A person who can only eat cooked meat, if he sees clearly how a butcher shaves a live pig and serves it to his table, then he is likely to lose his appetite." ”

Folding Sword was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed twice with unknown sadness and joy, and his tone became calm: "Fu Jian, people are not animals, and only when they receive a 'red list' will they send people to act." The murder sect also has to abide by the rules of a certain range. ”

"I know, thank you for the advice." Fu Jian's voice sank, and he didn't intend to continue the conversation with Broken Sword, the murderous aura he kept in his chest did not allow anyone to try to defuse it for any reason.

Folding Sword didn't say anything more, and seemed to finally get serious about the work of holding the boat in his hands.

The ship suddenly became extremely quiet. In the cabin where there were many people present, but no one spoke, this quiet atmosphere could not be called absolute, but it penetrated into the souls of several people present.

Several teenagers knew their master's style of acting with Fu Jian, but when they thought of the girls that the master was going to deal with this time, they couldn't help but have doubts and hesitations in their hearts.

None of them have really killed human lives, even if they have the killing intent cultivated by the sect environment, but the killing intent that is almost like a tiger on paper will eventually need to wait until one day, with the warm blood of others, to reach the extreme.

At this time, they still have some worldly concepts of right and wrong in their hearts, after all, they have to obey the management of the sect, and they still need to learn a school rule and etiquette.

The mind holds this idea. When they thought back to the girls they had just met, they only felt that at their age, it seemed that they would not do anything evil that would make others want to spend money and kill them, and the sect would receive a "red list" that recorded their information?

And their physical appearance. It's not that wicked...... How could Uncle Fu Jian move his killing intent on them?

After pondering for a moment, several teenagers exchanged glances, and finally Xiao Sun, a young man who had always taken the lead in speaking, spoke, and asked Fu Jian calmly: "Uncle Fu Jian...... Is it because they see who we are?"

This question was also asked by Xiao Sun when he was on the observation deck before, but he was the only one who thought so at that time, and at this time, he asked this sentence again, but he had already been recognized and supported by the other two teenagers.

"Although there are doubts," Fu Jian finally answered ......the question, "but not enough to deal with them." ”

Xiao Sun and Xiao Wu were secretly relieved.

Xiao Ling was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he said: "Uncle Fu Jian, I see that the one in green clothes looks a bit like the emperor."

When a few people arrived at their own boat, there would be no idle eyes except for the ocean. Xiao Ling said the question that had been confused in his heart for a while.

- This guy still hasn't said anything!

- It turns out that the one who really has killing intent for those girls is Xiao Ling!

Xiao Sun and Xiao Wu on the side secretly gasped again.

Uncle Fu Jian's eyes showed a novel expression, this kind of attitude was usually reflected on his face. He also recalled his impression of the little Tsing Yi and asked casually, "You mean hair?"

Xiao Ling nodded, but he also had to add his opinion: "Although when the emperor arrived at the drum platform before, it was because of a short distance. I couldn't fully see his face, but with just one glance, I found the contours of the man in green clothes, the eye sockets, the eyebrow bones, and the nose bones. They are all slightly similar to the emperor. It's just that I can't look at it more carefully, and this feeling when I look at the second glance is not as obvious as the first one. ”

When Xiao Ling thought back to what he had just seen, he carefully finished this description, and everyone present pondered. But soon I heard the young Xiao Sun be the first to speak, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ling, you won't look away, will you?"

At this time, Xiao Wu, a young man with eyes like ice crystals, also smiled and quipped: "You just looked at that little Tsing Yi, almost staring at it, isn't it interesting to others?" Now it's just to cover it up?"

"What do you want to say?" Xiao Ling's eyes were indifferent, and he swept towards Xiao Wu, "I don't have that kind of fetish." ”

When Xiao Wu heard this, he shook his head helplessly and did not speak again. Xiao Sun on the side smiled and said, "Xiao Ling, you can't see it, right?" That little Tsing Yi is just a tomboy. ”

Xiao Ling couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, Fu Jian slapped the table, and the three teenagers immediately gathered their minds and solemnized, and heard him say: "This is called 'first impression', you all have to learn something." When you want to observe a person's face, sometimes you can only see the essence of things at a glance when your mind is blank, and when you look at it a second time, you can see the shadow at the first glance as a basis, and this perception is not obvious. ”

The three teenagers in the audience fell into silent thought again.

Fu Jian looked at Xiao Ling and said, "Remember what you saw today, maybe you can really use it in the future."

The things that can make Uncle Fu Jian feel useful are mostly related to killing, watching Xiao Ling nod and carefully write down Uncle Fu Jian's words, Xiao Sun and Xiao Wu's hands on their laps under the table couldn't help but tremble.

Fu Jian didn't see this scene, if he wanted to see it, he would definitely not miss it, just because after he finished saying that sentence just now, the person had already gotten up and walked out of the canopy.

Standing at the bow of the boat, he looked silently for a long time in the direction where the tea shed was located, and said secretly in his heart: "I don't know if they will accept the gift I left?" -

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