waited until everyone left, and only he and Cao Min were left in the court, Zhao Zimai stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the small puddles outside the door that were smashed by raindrops, and asked softly, "Lord Cao, what do you think about this matter?" ”

His tone was very calm, but Cao Min's face was very worried, and after taking a few steps closer to Zhao Zi, he said, "It's because the lower officials are not doing things well, it's been delayed for so long, and the murderer still hasn't been found." ”

Zhao Zimai turned his head to look at him, his face was still unfazed, "Lord Cao, I don't blame you, I just want to remind you that He Hongsheng's death may also be related to this wooden harrier." He disappeared for no reason, and I kept wondering where his body could go, because even if it turned into corpse water, it would be impossible to turn people into nothing, let alone so many people. ”

The look on Cao Min's face did not relax in the slightest, and he said hurriedly, "But my lord, even if He Hongsheng's death is the same as Yuan Wei's, Xia Guan still can't understand, how can a wooden harrier kill someone?" ”

Speaking of this, seeing Zhao Zimai glancing at himself, he hurriedly explained, "Yes, this murderous wooden harrier is definitely not an ordinary kite, it is an evil thing." What Xia Guan meant, why did it fly to the capital thousands of miles away to kill people, and also robbed so many 'Fushou ointment'? ”

Zhao Zimai sneered, "The wooden harrier is just a tool to kill people, behind it, there must be other black hands, and this person lives in Lucheng City, we must find out this person as soon as possible, otherwise, once so much Fushou paste flows out, I don't know how many people will be harmed." ”

***

After Ling'er put the charcoal basin alive, she took out the letterhead that Yuan Wei had hidden under the pillow and placed it on the table in a row.

She was illiterate, but she knew that these words were carefully written after careful consideration, because every stroke of the words was very neat, as if she was copying a copybook. She remembered that when the young lady read these letters, she used to laugh and say to herself, "These words are all written in the collection, but they have lost their own style." ”

She didn't understand what she meant, so she asked, and the young lady said, "Chen Gongzi was so nervous when he wrote the letter, I think that if he relaxed, he would have written like a cloud of smoke and written better." ”

However, despite this, the young lady kept these letterheads as if they were treasures, and took them out and read them several times a day, and sometimes she even read them to Ling'er. When she read it, she always had a red face and autumn waves in her eyes, and Ling'er felt that she had never seen the young lady so happy.

But now......

Ling'er sighed, spat at the letterheads, and then picked them up and threw them all into the charcoal basin.

When the letterhead met the flames, it quickly burned, and she watched the flames spread on the small black letters, melting them into ashes, and she felt a little refreshed in her heart, and she hated it, "The sweet words are all fake, and in the end, it is not a lump of ashes, Miss, Ling'er really feels worthless for you, you actually lost your life for such a man." ”

At this point, for some reason, Yuan Wei's appearance after being sucked dry of flesh and blood suddenly flashed in her mind: although the skin could be seen to be her, it didn't seem to be her. Of course, her eyeballs were gone, so her eyelids and eyelashes drooped, and she looked listless and sleepy. The weirdest thing is her lips, before, Yuan Wei's lips were full like petals about to bloom, plump and round, but now, after the lip grease faded, her lips turned grayish-white, and only a layer of skin remained, like a shriveled old lady.

Of course, people who don't know Yuan Wei can't see these details, but Ling'er grew up with Yuan Wei since she was a child and served her every day to groom her, so she naturally saw her changes at a glance.

Thinking of this, her chest boiled, and a stream of acid water rose from her stomach, almost overflowing directly from her throat. She stood up and staggered open the door to the courtyard, feeling a lot more soothing in her chest as she breathed in the fresh air after the rain. So, she patted her chest and walked down the stone path towards the garden.

The flowers and trees were washed very clean by the heavy rain, and the leaves were stacked on top of each other, and the green and yellow blended together, which was very gorgeous. Ling'er looked at these tall trees, and remembered that Yuan Wei always stood under the trees before his death, waiting for Chen Gongzi's kite, and couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

So, she walked slowly to the shade of the tree, staring at the canopy, but her mind drifted to no avail.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The treetops shook a few times, and the raindrops fell one after another, falling Ling'er's head and face, her body sank, and she couldn't help but shiver when she recovered from the boundless memories. But just as he was about to return to the house, he suddenly heard someone talking outside the wall, and the voice was very familiar.

"Why are you here again......"

"It's not that I'm going to look for you in the future, so don't show up for the time being......"

"Now the people in the government are keeping an eye on it...... It's not good if you find out......"

When she heard the word "official mansion", Ling'er's mind was completely clear, she knew that there was a dead end outside the courtyard, and few people came on weekdays, and it was precisely because of this that Chen Yong chose to fly a kite in this alley, so that it would not be easy for others to find out.

But...... Why did that man's voice ring in this alley? He even mentioned the government? And he seems to be talking to another person, who is this person? Why did he tell him not to come here again?

After her mind was filled with many unexplained questions, Ling'er became even more confused, so she decisively discarded those questions that she never seemed to understand, and decided to take a look for herself to see what was going on in the alley. Look at the other person who hasn't spoken all this time.

She walked over as little as she could, pressed her face against the brick wall, and peered out through a wide gap.

It was dark in the alley, but she quickly recognized the person who spoke, which was not difficult, because she had already recognized eighty or ninety percent of the voices. It's another person who is difficult, Ling'er narrowed her eyes......

The man stood farther away, he was thin, and from the side his silhouette was as thin as a piece of paper. However, he was born very tall, twice as tall as the other, and his shadow was cast on the wall, a large black patch, which looked a little scary.

Ling'er couldn't remember that one of the people she knew was so tall, so she was even more confused, and pressed her face completely against the wall, trying to see what that person looked like. But as soon as she leaned forward like this, the hairpin on her head hit the brick wall and fell to the ground, making a "bang" sound.

"Someone."

The people on the other side of the wall turned their heads at the same time.