To use the analogy of snow.

If there is no snow, there may be no broken bridge, and if there is no snow, there may be no poetry.

On the contrary, snow kills too.

At seven o'clock in the evening, when Lu Wenzhu crossed the broken bridge with a determined step, for some reason the tourists disappeared one after another, and it snowed heavily.

The approaching killing intent in front made people feel very dull, Wen Zhu slowly sank his body, pulled out the Western sword, and the hundreds of unjust souls of the Song family sent out bad news on the sword body.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were covered in white.

On each side of the bridge stood a woman in white, Wen Zhu was wearing a white jacket, and the woman opposite was wearing a white dress.

Wenzhu's sword is called Qianli Xue, and the woman's short knife is called Broken Floc.

A sheet of white, snowflakes glittering in the light of the street lamp, looking like countless gems sprinkled on the ground.

If you appreciate it with a poetic mood, you will feel that the white in front of you is too beautiful.

But Wenzhu knows that this beauty is only superficial.

Snow flakes began to fly high into the air along the updraft, and began to condense into a suspended mist, and the night fog became thicker and thicker.

The corners of Wen Zhu's mouth hooked up a wry smile.

"Finally come for revenge? Miss Song. ”

"Come on." His eyes were as sharp as a blade.

"If you're trapped by the barrier, I'll have to kill you." Wenzhu raised his sword unmoved.

Sonorous!

Two white lights flashed, and in an instant, the two had switched places.

Then, seconds passed while staring with bated breath......

And Wen Zhu looked startled.

"This knife technique!"

What's more, what is similar to Song Guangxi is only the face, but the woman's body is much taller.

…… And it's not good......

Heroic Spirit.

This premonition was immediately confirmed after a moment of doubt.

"In that case, please report your name, I am curious about the difference between you and the spirit body, how did you get the entity?"

The answer was also available in an instant.

And the other party did not give an answer.

"Is that so? If your master had put magic on the knife, it would have been explained, but your body wouldn't have been around for long. ”

"No, as long as the obsession is not gone, the surviving will also turn back into a spirit."

Widow? Who are you who you really are?

"It's a pity that I don't have a chance to talk anymore, take it."

Wen Zhu clenched Qianli Xue, and her thin body ignited a terrifying murderous aura.

The strange thing is that a bright moon suddenly appeared in the sky above the enchantment, overlooking the two people under the sky alone, and the short knife in the woman's hand also flickered instantly.

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Lakeside coffee shop half an hour later.

Xia Han smiled, "Thank you for having a treat, Mr. Lu." ”

"It's right to say thank you, now that I think about it, if I really had to fight, maybe I would really die here......" Lu Wenzhu smiled and held the coffee cup.

Actually, it was another person who should really be thanked, but this guy was holding a cat in his room.

With troubled thoughts, Weiyang once again crossed his arms and reasoned, staring intently at the bright moon outside the window, and couldn't help but complain softly.

"But it's me who loses, I finally got a sword, and I gave it away."

But after thinking about it, if I hadn't interrupted the duel between the two at that time, it would have been a pity that the swordsmanship teacher I had finally made up would have died like this.

"But I still haven't understood, Xia Han," Lu Wenzhu's eyes stared at him motionlessly, "How did you know that she wanted Ning Zhi?" ”

That's a long story.

"Because I listened to my aunt's warning at noon, the police station received five reports of serial homicides in the morning, and the wounds were all blades, and it was definitely not a mortal to jump off the dozen floors, plus there were a lot of things destroyed at the scene, and it felt that things were not so simple, and it was more likely to be a monster, so I suddenly remembered the knife stolen from the museum in the file a few days ago."

Although it does not have a name, the half-life test report proves that it is from the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

"Second, the deceased are all related to the Song family, so I worked hard for my cousin to find the ancestral house of the Song family, and it turned out that Song Guangheng's body was found, but there were mana wreckage at the scene, and there is no doubt that he performed some kind of summoning ritual before he died."

Moreover, because he couldn't find out the obvious cause of death, and maybe at the cost of his own life and Song Guangxian's body, he summoned the heroic spirit with the ancient knife as a spirit medium.

"Then how did you tell her name was ......?"

"Xie Daoyun, is it? Luckily, someone reminded me that I really searched for those three words. Xia Han smiled helplessly.

As a result, there was a "not if the catkins were raised by the wind." ”

The author of this sentence is Xie Daoyun, a talented daughter of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the niece of Prime Minister Xie An, and her husband's name is Wang Ningzhi.

"Then I thought about the sword you gave Weiyang, could it be a coincidence? Later, I asked Sister Ning Ran to know that this sword was obtained by the master by killing Wang Ningzhi's spirit a few years ago, and it was also the master who greeted you and asked you to give the sword to Weiyang for training, so the answer was obvious. ”

[Es fallt Schnee] is Song Guangheng's death warning and the name of the enchantment, because the Song family siblings and the Xia family learned from the same line, using Dude spelling, so the intention is to make the owner of Qianli Xue fall into fear.

However, this warning was too vague, and the murderer was relatively sluggish, and he never guessed it.

But the problem is that Xie Daoyun added [Liu Fu Qi] without authorization, she has her own purpose.

Back thousands of years ago, Xie Daoyun spent decades in the Wang family, just as Sun En's uprising broke out. At that time, Wang Ningzhi, who was in charge of the internal history of Huiji, was already obsessed with Taoism, and in the face of the invasion of a strong enemy, he did not actively prepare for war, but prayed for the blessing of the Taoist ancestors behind closed doors.

Xie Daoyun advised her husband several times, but Wang Ning ignored him. Later, Sun En's army drove straight into Huiji City, and Wang Ningzhi and his children were killed. Xie Daoyun witnessed the tragic situation of her husband and children, angrily raised her knife, went out and hacked more than a dozen enemy soldiers to death one after another, but unfortunately was finally captured.

And with the passage of time, this treasure knife gathered more and more spiritual power, and then fell to the museum.

As for Xie Daoyun, who attached his soul to the knife, when this thousand-year-old ghost fell into the present world, it is conceivable that there was only one thing left.

What's more, I couldn't sleep last night, I always felt that as the only survivor and witness of the murder case that year, a man like Song Guangheng would not be so willing to die, plus those magic circles found in the drawer, everything made sense.

So on the way to the afternoon, I paid attention to the Song family's extermination case, and recalled the scene when I went to the ruins of the Song family, the ruins at the scene had neither missiles or shell fragments, nor any residual gunpowder and debris, more like non-human completion.

Add to that the fact that the past files have been erased, and there is no doubt that the top level is involved, then the answer is.

Xia Han looked firmly at the swordsmanship teacher. I knew I should have visited you in the first place.

"I did it." Wen Zhu nodded, "Because at that time, Aesop infiltrated the telecommunication system of Qiantang City, and the evidence showed that several figures of the Song family were involved, the situation was urgent, and our intelligence officers continued to die, so I was in a hurry......"

It's a pity.

"I accidentally left two alive." Xia Han looked at her with cold eyes, "Really? ”

Or, if he had killed the Song family brothers and sisters very decisively at that time, wouldn't there be so much trouble now?

Not to mention that they are so innocent.

"If the Song family's issue is dealt with in a legal way at that time, how long and how much it will cost, you can calculate." Wen Zhu retorted lightly.

This kind of thinking is inevitably too much of an afterthought.

We were at war with the terrorists, and we didn't have time to think about the cost of killing.

Song Guangheng's feelings, Guangqian's feelings, and Ning Zhi's origin, they don't have time to think about it.

Only constant killing in order to restore peace as soon as possible, that's all.

"Or is it an over-the-top desire to kill?" Xia Han narrowed his eyes.

"It's okay, brother." Weiyang grabbed his arm worriedly.

Is it trying to find out the contradictions? Wen Zhu's face was gloomy.

Xia Han regained his composure, "I'm sorry, I just hope that their brother and sister can die well, that's enough." ”

"Caring so much about them?" Wen Zhu asked lightly.

What was the truth back then, how many people in the Song family were involved in terrorism, and all the truths were buried under the loess.

"I only saw a pair of brother and sister who depended on Lingding, and they didn't end well."

"Is that really all there is?" Wen Zhu smiled in disbelief.

Hearing this, Weiyang also looked at Xia Han thoughtfully.

"That's all." Xia Han nodded.

"Well, I'll bury them." After Wen Zhu said this, he stood up.

Xia Han resisted the urge to tell her that Xia Ke was already doing this, and just smiled back.

"Thank you for the afternoon guidance."

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"Maybe people kill because they realize what is most important." Weiyang looked at Wen Zhu's back.

For example, Xie Daoyun, such as Lu Wenzhu, such as Song Guangheng.

"Really, brother? Probably because of this, we can survive. Weiyang added with a look of pleading.

Xia Han couldn't help but smile.

As the café closes and falls silent, the two stroll along the lake.

Bite! Xia Han turned on his phone.

"Thank you for helping me find him."

He smiled and put away his phone, walked to the broken bridge, and the residual snow turned into water and flowed into several strands into the cracks of the floor tiles.

I can still recall that half an hour ago, the woman in white closed her eyes happily with the white flame sword in her arms, and even the scene where the sword gradually dissipated into light particles, and all the grudges in the world drifted away.

Xia Han and Weiyang faced the West Lake at night together, and exhaled white air in a daze.

"This is the real case." Weiyang turned his head.

Who knows, I'm just afraid that someone will continue to play with me, alas.

Sighing like this, Xia Han just stared at the waves by the lake, constantly lapping on the embankment.

"It's snowing." He said suddenly. Weiyang followed his line of sight.

The night breeze blows the willow on the lakeside, and the catkins soaked in a layer of soft light by the street lamps fly in the air.

Through the catkins and layers of night mist, the two quietly looked up at the moon overhead.

Turning his head, he looked through the mist and saw two golden lights.

A girl in a sweater and a long skirt walked up.

"Brother, if you don't go home, I'll write you as a girl!"