[Who reads the west wind and is cold alone? Xiao Xiao Huang Ye closed the window. Contemplating the past and setting up the remnant sun. was shocked by the wine, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just ordinary. 】

Xu Yue held a yellowed letter paper in his hand, and on it, he wrote a poem "Huanxi Sha" by Nalan Rongruo.

This is his deceased wife Shen Jiawen's favorite lyricist wrote her favorite poem.

Shen Jiawen is not a talented woman, she likes this song because she watched a TV series and fell in love with Nalan Rongruo, and then went to the library to find his Nalan words to ponder.

Xu Yue is a rough man, he doesn't understand this. I only know that my wife has been reading in my ear all day:

At that time, it was just ordinary.

Shen Jiawen wrote down this poem by chance, Xu Yue asked him what he meant, and she explained, saying that it was the lyricist's work of mourning his deceased wife.

At the time, he was unimpressed.

Because he would never have imagined that this poem would be a prophecy.

Later, he met Shen Jiawen.

On that day, her wallet was robbed, and it was Xu Yue who chased it back and returned it to her.

Then, she told him that her name was Cheng Jiawen.

Jiawen, Jiawen.

Probably providence, they got married.

He has always known that Cheng Jiawen's life is miserable, so he pities it, but he can't be regarded as love.

Sometimes when he shouts "Jiawen", even he can't tell whether he is shouting "Jiawen" or "Jiawen".

So he wasn't very warm and intimate with her, and he admitted that he was terrible about that.

He married her, but did not love her.

It wasn't until he saw her tears on the mountain that his heart was struck.

The seed of sin, watered by her tears, sprouted in guilt and contradictions, and now blooms into the flower of love.

The tombstone in front of me is engraved: Beloved wife Shen Jiawen.

Xu Yue put down his crutches and sat down with difficulty, and at that moment he pulled his wound that had not healed.

Blood seeped the white gauze.

He didn't care.

Light a cigarette.

He looked at the yellowed letter for a long time, and finally took the cigarette off and put it on the corner of the paper.

Ignite.

A thin piece of paper, slowly turning black.

"At that time, it was just ordinary" is gone.

It burned out, there was no smoke left, and it was blown away by the wind.

……

At this time, Jiang Zhou received a strange letter, and Zhou Yingguang said that he found it in the crack of the door in the morning.

She lives in Zhou Yingguang's house, how could someone send a letter directly?

But the recipient did write: Jiang Zhou.

And the sender, it is written: Inquisitor.

"You're beautiful, you're an angel, and I'm a judge."

Jiang Zhou suddenly thought of this, and for a moment, he was covered in a cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" Ji An saw her strangeness.

She showed the letter to Ji An: "Look, the sender wrote that it was the judge. Do you remember that when we were at the police station, Gu Ziqi passed by me, and he said a word to me at that time. ”

"What did you say?" Ji An suddenly became nervous.

"He said, 'You are beautiful, you are an angel, and I am a judge.'" Jiang Zhou repeated that sentence, and she felt creepy at that time.

Trembling, she tore open the envelope, which contained a key and a piece of paper that read:

Karonburgri, Denmark

The Great Warrior of Sleep

Welcome the blessing of the six fairies

He will be revived again

Open the eyes of compassion

Armed with a sword that never blades

Preserve the glory of the cross

……

“…… Preserve the glory of the cross. Is this a poem? Jiang Zhou said.

"Do you remember that Gu Ziqi likes to write poems very much? He wrote many poems to Lin Wan. Ji An said.

"If the judge is really Gu Ziqi...... But didn't he kill himself? Jiang Zhou said, "How did you send me the letter... And how do you know where I live? ”

Indeed, Gu Ziqi is dead, how could he send her a letter at this time, besides, they don't know each other at all.

He would say that sentence at the time, maybe he just wanted to stimulate Jiang Zhou, after all, she didn't save Lin Wan.

"What is the sender's intention? Does this poem have a deeper meaning? Also, why is there a key? Jiang Zhou fell into deep doubts.

A lot has happened lately, and now there's another problem.

"The Castle of Denmark, the Great Warrior of Sleep, the ......Blessing of the Six Fairies," Jiang Zhou read these words, "The son of the first Christian king of Denmark, Geofre, is called Hogel, one of the twelve warriors of Denmark. Legend has it that when he was born, six fairies arrived, each of whom gave her a blessing. He later slept in the palace of Karonburg, and when Denmark was in danger, he would wake up, wield his holy sword, and defend his country. ”

"That holy sword, called Courtain, is called the Sword of Mercy, and it is also the most famous sword of the Never Bladed in the entire history of the Middle Ages."

"Hogel, is the image of the jack of spades in poker." Ji An added.

Even if you know that the poem is about Hogle, what does that mean? It doesn't matter who the sender is, he must have sent it to me to tell me something. ”

……

And when Ji An and Jiang Zhou were in trouble, Xu Yue also had an accident here.

Still, it's a good thing.

"Jiawen?!" Xu Yue sat up from the bed and looked at the person standing in front of him.

Originally, he was going to be hospitalized for observation, but he felt that there was no need to be inconvenient, so he insisted on going home to recuperate.

"Xu Yue......" Cheng Jiawen walked to the side of the bed and saw her husband's leg wrapped in gauze, tears rained down, "I heard gunshots at that time...... I thought... I thought you were ......"

Before she finished her words, she was hugged by Xu Yue: "I'm fine, it's just that I was shot in the leg, and it's not in the way." ”

Cheng Jiawen in his arms didn't stop when he heard this, but cried even more.

Xu Yue waited for her mood to gradually calm down before she began to write: "Jiawen, where did you go before?" Did you come back on your own? Did you see those guys? What about Ding Yican? ”

Cheng Jiawen raised his head from his arms and said while sobbing: "After hearing the gunshot, Miss Ding stepped on the air and fell, I wanted to chase it, but I accidentally slipped and fell." He hit his head on a tree and fainted. When I woke up, I found that I was rescued by an old uncle who went up the mountain to chop wood, and he has been unconscious until today. As soon as I woke up, thanked me, and came back. There was no battery on my phone, and I couldn't contact you at that time, but my uncle asked his nephew to send me back. ”

"What about others?" Xu Yue asked.

"Outside, I'll call him in."

Cheng Jiawen ran out, but found that it was empty, and even the car was gone.

I had to come back stupidly: "He seems to have left." ”

"Then I'll thank you personally at the door later." Xu Yue said to Cheng Jiawen, "Come here." ”

Cheng Jiawen obediently walked over and sat beside him, as if a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes, "Miss Ding, she ......"

"It's good you're okay." Xu Yue hugged his wife again and buried his head in her neck socket, "Ding Yicang, I will save it." ”

Except for the necessary conjugal life, he has never treated himself with such intimacy.

Cheng Jiawen thought to himself, he should be afraid.

It's like after his first wife's car accident, he didn't let himself touch the steering wheel.

Extremely suspicious.

"Turn around, I'll look at your head." Xu Yue said.

There was a little bit of blood scabbing and swelling, "Tomorrow I will call Fu Ran to come over and take you to the hospital for examination." Estimated to be a slight concussion. ”

"How did you get out? You're so badly injured, how can you climb down the mountain? Cheng Jiawen frowned lightly.

"It was Duan Xiao who rescued me, and later he sent people to search the entire mountain, but he didn't find Ding Yicang, it is estimated that he was captured by their people." Xu Yue replied.

"Isn't Miss Nading dangerous?" She asked.

"No, Ding Yicang has the clues they want, and they won't do anything to her." After Xu Yue finished speaking, he took out the shoe from under the bed and handed it to her.

Cheng Jiawen showed a surprised look, but still took it. She still wears shoes on her feet, which she borrows from others.

"When I fell, I accidentally rubbed it off." She explained, "How are you here? ”

"Duan Xiao found it, so give it to me." Xu Yue explained, "It's just tomorrow that I'll finish the inspection, and then I'll buy it, and I'll pay you for it." One, two, or three pairs are fine. ”

……

Now that Ding Yicang is missing, time is in a hurry, and they have to rush to Wan Town as soon as possible to find evidence.

"Xu Yue called back just now and said that Cheng Jiawen had come back and was rescued by an old man at that time." Ji An said to Jiang Zhou, who was packing up his things.

"What about Ding Yican?" Zhou Yingguang was originally just passing by, but he happened to hear Ji An talking about it.

Ji An and Jiang Zhou glanced at Zhou Yingguang at the same time, knowing that he really couldn't let go, and he was still very worried about Ding Yicang.

It's just that there are too many things between them.

He didn't want to admit it, and he didn't dare to admit it.

"She hasn't heard from her yet." Ji An replied.

"Oh." Zhou Yingguang said, "Will you set off later?" ”

"Hmm." Ji An said.

"Then you guys, before you leave, why don't you go to the main mountain and talk to my brother?" Zhou Yingguang asked.

Jiang Zhou stopped what he was doing.

"Okay."

……

The sun was good, but the wind was strong on the main mountain.

It's not so much big as it is bleak.

This is the first time that Jiang Zhou has gone to the main mountain.

The heart is not sincere, and he does not dare to go up the mountain.

She didn't come up for that reason, and today, when she stands here, she doesn't know if she's sincere.

But at least, when she faced the tombstones hidden in the green grass, she knew their past.

Those tragic, painful pasts.

Eleven tombstones, without names, stand silently.

No, it's not.

Jiang Zhou counted again in his heart, it was twelve.

At this time, Ji An was walking back from the monument, and the one he approached just now must be Zhou Qiguang's.

"Why? Why twelve? Isn't it eleven? ”

When she asked, she saw Ji An's eyes on a tombstone on the side of his mouth, desolate like a green mountain in the distance.

"There are twelve people in the study group, and there is nothing wrong with that." He said.

His posture was tall and strong, like a cedar tree towering over a mountain.

Cold, lonely, with a desperate pathos.

"In the eyes of the Yishan people, the mountain is sacred, especially after the death of people, the mountain gods will guard their spirits, and every grass, tree and dew on the mountain can wash away the sins they committed while they were alive."

"Are you a local?"

"It's not."

"Do you believe that?"

“…… I believe. ”

It was a conversation between them at that time, and Jiang Zhou still remembers it.

The wind was strong, and the sand blew into her eyes, and her nose was sore, and her cheeks were moist.

The nameless mound was left by him for himself.