"It's really, very impressive." Ding Ai muttered with emotion.

It's not just muscle toughness.

Practicing inner boxing can't help but practice the tangible, but also practice the intangible, this invisible refers to the "Qi".

The boxing of Bajiquan is divided into practicing boxing and practicing fascia.

Fascia strength has the advantage of being stronger than muscles, because fascia is more sensitive than muscles, and has good endurance to resist blows. After fascial thickening, the rotation amplitude of the joint is also much larger than that of ordinary people.

And what nourishes the fascia is "Qi".

It's an intangible, perennial muscle-building thing.

The fascia is much smaller than the muscle, so the increase in circumference is almost noticeable. The masters who really practice fascia to the top are all skinny. This is also one of the reasons why Ding Ai was shocked by the figure when he saw the old lady of the Jian family at a glance.

And the fascia on Jian Tianqi's body, although it is not as strong as Old Lady Jian, it is also very good that Ding Ai has ever seen, no, it is almost the best.

She suddenly wondered.

With such fascial strength, how was Jian Tianqi injured in Xishan that night?

"Enough touching?"

The cold male voice came, Ding Ai was stunned, and then he realized that his hand was still lingering and touching the man's lower abdomen. And because of her distraction, her technique has somehow become an ambiguous rubbing that stays in the man's sensitive zone.

Ding Ai stopped his hand as if he was stung, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, it's just a bit awkward." ”

"Third Brother Jian, what are you doing getting up so early?"

She saw him change his clothes, and she tacitly changed into a tracksuit.

"Do you have a habit of running in the morning?"

When she changed her clothes and came out, the man had already changed into long-sleeved trousers, and the simple and neat sports style looked like she was going out.

"I also run in the morning, where do you usually run, Third Brother Jian?" She smiled and pointed at herself. saw the man's eyes stop on her for a moment with a deep light, but he didn't respond.

When she opened the door, she still didn't hear the man behind her, and she looked back in confusion, only to see him walking towards the stairs of the house.

"Third Brother Jian, aren't you going out?"

He raised his eyes to look at her, and there seemed to be a hint of mockery in his eyes: "There is a drill ground at home, why go out." ”

Then she watched as the man's figure disappeared down the steps.

“……”

Ding Ai sighed with emotion: "...... Sure enough, the loser. ”

It is impossible for Ding Ai to exercise in the morning with Jian Tianqi in the same training ground.

Even if she can't keep her boxing practice sooner or later, her lifeless training methods are inconvenient for him to see.

What's more, she has some things to investigate in person when she goes to Xishan.

The sentence He Yu mentioned at the wedding scene last time made her pay special attention.

What does it mean to be "found burned to death in the West Mountain"?

He Yu said that he was a hunter who hunted finches in the mountains.

But she grew up in that wild mountain, and she never saw half a hairy person.

It's so unnatural.

This serial murder case is related to the four ancient arts, and Ding Mingqi also mentioned the four ancient arts when he disappeared, and she doesn't believe that this connection is accidental.

At the same time, the Jian family came to propose marriage, and there was a high probability that they would also rush to Ding Ming.

The Jian family was silent, but the case spread throughout Jiangcheng.

One wants to hide, and the other wants to make trouble. It's clearly two sets of people.

Regarding the identity of the murderer, Jian Tianqi seemed to know something, otherwise he would not have returned to the scene on the night of the crime.

And she was concerned about it that night, but now that she thinks about it, Jian Tianqi may not have been injured at all.

No, he must not have been hurt.

She had just looked at his body, and except for some old scars, there were no bruises in the recent past.

So why pretend?

Was it to test her, or was it because of the Tangmen killer that night? Also, who was eavesdropping in the corner last night? Did Jian Tianqi always know that someone was spying on him......

Ding Ai's mind drifted away, and his movements did not lag at all.

At half past five in the morning of this season, Jiangcheng is shrouded in mist with a damp chill.

It was an hour and a half drive from Jian Tianqi's villa to Xishan. The endurance of those who practice martial arts is excellent, and they don't have to wait for the traffic light, and the petite figure shuttles quickly through the mist, and it is only nearly an hour and a half to reach the corners of the West Mountain.

The humidity in the mountains is heavy, and the west mountain at seven o'clock is still hovering with fog.

Ding Ai bypassed the cordon. The sampling at the scene has obviously been completed, and there are traces of the Banqiao fast track left by the trace inspection team.

Ding Ai glanced at the scene, obviously the special police superintendent was more reliable than her, and it was not her turn to find anything that could be found.

She didn't linger much and went straight to the deserted house on the mountain.

The house had been there since she was a child, and the old things said it was Orion's house.

Ding Ai remembers reading a very fantasy trivia before: Jiangcheng, as the core city of economic development in the south, claims to have more than 40 species of wild boars.

She really hasn't seen a pig, but Xishan has not become a famous 4A-level tourist attraction before, and private hunting is not illegal.

It wasn't until the viaduct was built and tunnels were dug that the city's GDP doubled several times.

The prey was silently deserted when no one was noticing.

Ding Ai came to the deserted house and found that the deserted house was indeed deserted, and the dead branches and rotten leaves on the ground were naturally shaped, and it did not look like there had been traces of being trampled on.

She pushed the door in, and the door panel "squeaked", and she only felt that it was dark in front of her-

Quickly jumped back two steps, only to hear a dull loud noise, and the sharp wind swept in front of him like a knife—

The door just fell down.

"It's so broken...... Can't still use ......"

She had thought that it was most likely a privateer, but now it seemed extremely unlikely.

The West Mountain was originally large, but now the prey is scarce. Illegal private hunting wants to catch prey, so it is natural to bring more equipment and spend more time setting traps.

The location of this deserted house is halfway up the ridge of the two largest wild hills, and it was the best place chosen by the privateers at that time. If there really was a private hunt still going on, this deserted house would not have been like this. Besides, if you commit a crime against the wind, you can't really dress up as a hunter so that people can see at a glance what they are doing in the mountains.

Unless the man ...... Not Orion.

Then it is very likely that the murderer is the murderer.

But why did you kill Fang Youming, and why did you set it on fire?

The woman who was with Fang Youming was Jian Tianqi's only regular lover who was publicly available, and died in a serial murder case.

Fang Youming, who was considered the murderer in the case, also died.

Did it be done by the same person, or did it be two groups of people......

Ding Ai frowned and looked at the dilapidated house in front of him, and his thoughts drifted to the paper roll given by Junko.

It seems that the key to solving the problem is still the Zhao family.

The Zhao family will at least have some clues there. When Shun Teng finds out one person, the other person may not be able to hide.

But what's unnatural......

So Ding Ai, who was about to leave, couldn't help but look around the house again, originally wanting to make sure that nothing was missing, but who knew that he suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye.

She walked over and found that it was a delicate crystal clasp the size of a thumb cap lying on a dead leaf, and if it weren't for the sunlight, the transparent color almost blended with the dead leaf.

She pulled out the small sealed bag she had prepared in her pocket, and gently pinched the clasp through the bag and stuffed it into the bag.

I see, it's not natural......

Xishan is much closer to Ding Ai's house than to Jian Tianqi's quiet manor area.

She thought that she would have to go home in the morning anyway, so she simply turned around and went back to her parents' house.

Who knew that when he opened the door, he saw a cold man with a long and jade body, the sportswear on his body had been changed into a normal suit, rimless glasses were on the bridge of his nose, and his face was as beautiful as a world famous painting with an ascetic temperament.

Ding Ai subconsciously blurted out: "Why are you at my house?" ”