"Soul Locker?"

Xingyuan willow eyebrows upside down, look at the craftsman, and look at Xinyi.

"What are you talking about, don't scare us......

The craftsman said embarrassedly, "The Soul Locking Car is our other words. It's ...... Cars that have died. The villain also said that it may be dazzling, but you don't believe it......

Xin Yi looked at him silently.

"I believe it. This big brother, you don't have to worry about her, go on."

The craftsman glanced at this pretty official lady, her brows furrowed, as if she was hesitating about something, and said for a long moment: "A few years ago, we had a case of fireworks explosion here, I wonder if the lady has heard of it?"

Xin Yi didn't move, and shook his head at him, "I just arrived in Yangzhou not long ago."

The craftsman nodded as if he had suddenly realized, and when he heard that she had just arrived, he was visibly relieved, and his speed of speech was much faster.

"Probably there was an accident with the fireworks sold by a black-hearted workshop, and the incineration burst into flames, burning people to death. At that time, there was a family of three, and they died in this carriage, and later the car fell to Wei's car dealership, renovated and sold again, and somehow ended up at the lady's house......

Xin Yi was slightly stunned, stared at him and asked, "How many years have it been?"

The craftsman pondered, "Rong Xiao's calculation, at that time, it was, it seemed to be the seventh year of Qingli, Chinese New Year's Eve...... Yo, it's going to be eight years."

Xin Yi chuckled softly.

"Mr. has good eyesight, the car that was repaired eight years ago is as fresh as a memory?"

She called gently, but her words were like spikes, and the craftsman snorted unconvinced, and suddenly removed the wheel on the other side, and turned the whole axle over.

"It's a small mark, and you know it."

The mark was very special, like a sacrificial incense candle.

The craftsman further explained that he had a habit of marking the vehicles he had repaired, whether they were ox-carts, horse-drawn carts, or donkey carts, and that every thing that passed through his hands would leave a mark. And he was in awe, and he would have different marks on the cars that had died.

This car has three candles and three dead people, and he has only encountered it once in more than ten years of his career.

Xin Yi believed the craftsman's words.

A car mechanic you meet on the street wouldn't tell such a big lie casually, and besides, the mark is right in front of you.

The question is, how could such a car appear in the Zhizhou Yamen and be used by the family members of Zhizhou?

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When he returned home, Xiang Ling and his lover came out together, and the eldest brother of the Zhang family was waiting in the house, Xin Yi kept this matter in his heart for the time being, and talked to the Zhang family brothers and sisters without changing his face.

At the beginning, the lover and the eldest brother of the Zhang family came to Yangzhou under the instructions of Xin Yi, and today Xiangling did not go to the restaurant, but went to meet them.

After being separated for so long, the lover looks a lot thinner, but the eyebrows are more heroic, and even the voice of the voice is louder than before, in exchange for Xiang Ling constantly laughing at her like a man.

However, the eldest brother of the Zhang family is as quiet as ever, calm and serious, and he is a stable person at first glance.

After greeting for a while, Zhang Dalang took the lead in interrupting Xiang Ling's laughter.

"It's not early, if your sisters have anything to say, it's not too late to talk about it, let's talk to Xin Yi about the shop first."

Xiang Ling made a grimace at his eldest brother and elbowed his beloved.

The lover responded: "My eldest brother and I have taken a fancy to several shops, but the one at the head of Wenjin Bridge is the most pleased, but the rent is ridiculously expensive, and a month's rent can buy ten acres of dry land......

Zhang Dalang said: "Yayu took us to meet a few owners, and after contact, this one in Wenjin Qiaotou is the best to speak. I told him that we would have to wait for our lord's house to come and see it, and that he should wait ten taels of silver, and that he should wait a few more days, and he would gladly answer."

The lover nodded, looked at Xin Yi, and his face became much more serious.

"The eldest brother said that there are advantages to being expensive, as long as it suits my sister's wishes, that rent can be earned back quickly, I think it makes sense......

After that, she saw that Xin Yi didn't say anything, and said with a smile: "But everything depends on my sister's meaning. Sister, you see which day is free, me

Let's make an appointment to go and see it together?"

Xin Yi said, "Tomorrow."

A good shop does not wait for anyone, and she has no other priorities when she comes to Yangzhou. Otherwise, wouldn't she become a backyard woman who is dependent on a man? She couldn't stand that.

As soon as a few people summed up, they immediately finalized the time for tomorrow's appointment, and the eldest brother of the Zhang family went to find Yayu to make it clear first, and the lover stayed.

She came to Yangzhou a year ago, and she couldn't tell everything she saw and heard overnight, but Xin Yi was worried about something, and after sitting for a while, she and Xiangling were sent back to the house, called Xingyuan and Taoyu to prepare water to wash, and then went to bed and lay down.

"Come back, tell me."

Xingyuan grinned, "The maid understands."

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The weather at night was a little colder, Xin Yi was wrapped in the quilt, looking at the fiery red light of the silver charcoal, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

waited until midnight, she didn't wait for Xingyuan's report, but the door was pushed open.

Fu Jiuqu walked in, "I heard you're waiting for me?"

The door closed, the man took off his robe and put it on the hanger, approached Xin Yi with a cold smell of wine, sat on the edge of the fire cage next to the bed, and rubbed his hands.

"When you leave, I want to come back with you. But when I got the opportunity, I could probe their mouths, so I sat down a little longer......

He turned his head to look at Xin Yi, like an ordinary husband.

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

Xin Yi raised the pillow and leaned in to ask, "You didn't drink too much, did you?"

She wanted to make sure that the next conversation would take place while Fu Jiuqu was sober. After all, this guy doesn't drink very well......

Fu Jiuqu was a little misunderstood, glanced at her lightly, approached and sat on the edge of her bed, held her hand with a smile, and patted it on his face.

"Come on, you can hit me twice?"

Xin Yi: "???"

Fu Jiuqu's clear eyes were full of affectionate smiles: "I didn't drink too much, you can beat me casually, I'm not angry."

Xinyi: ......

Facing this mild-eyed face, Xin Yi's back stiffened a little.

This person's frowning and acting are all the appearance of Brother Jiu, she has to restrain herself before she can speak properly.

"I'm coming back today and I'm going to have something." Xin Yi calmly withdrew his hand, raised the quilt to cover himself, and told him what he had heard in the car dealership.

"Do you think this is something out of the ordinary?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't speak for a long time, his lips hooked, and his face was slightly cold.

Xin Yi: "What's wrong?"

Fu Jiuqu chuckled, his fingers tapped on the edge of the bed, and a pair of dark eyes showed a bit of gloomy chill, "That's really a coincidence. The fireworks explosion case eight years ago ...... with me."

After a pause, he glanced at Xin Yi strangely, and suddenly changed his words.

"It has something to do with your ninth brother. More precisely, related to his father."

Xin Yi: "Tell me about it?"

Fu Jiuqu leaned towards her a little, stared at her eyes, and smiled, "Didn't you wonder where I went for those two nights? That's what happened."

Xin Yi frowned.

She didn't doubt his whereabouts, but she didn't want to refute either, just sat expressionlessly and listened to him......

Then, she learned from Fu Jiuqu's mouth that Brother Jiu had already laid out the net before coming to Yangzhou, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad for a while.

The story is still the story, but the person is not the person.

Brother Jiu has calculated everything, but the person who has not been counted is not himself.

Xin Yi's throat choked and lowered his eyes, "Then what are you going to do next?"

Fu Jiuqu noticed her depression from the mention of the layout of the King of Guangling County, and only that virtual man could influence the changes in her mood.

"Huh." His heart was like being tightened by a rope, and he was a little out of breath, knowing it

Why is he displeased, but the fair and delicate little face in front of him made him unable to take his eyes off.

The pain of cutting bones is like cutting bones, and the stupidity of cutting bones.

"I'm going to start with the case of Huzi's father and mother......

As he spoke, his hand slowly stroked Xin Yi's chin, raised it a little, and looked directly at her.

"I'm not your ninth brother, do you believe I can do a good job?"

Xin Yi's eyelids moved slightly, and he was silent.

She is like a glass of calm stagnant water, which can't blow the slightest wave.

Fu Jiuqu stared at her dark and damp eyes, and after a moment, he smiled: "What you miss is something I can't replace. I'll work hard to make you satisfied."

Before the voice fell, he let go of his hand and tucked the quilt for Xin Yi, "It's late at night, rest early, if you have any ideas, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Xin Yi nodded silently.

Watching the slender figure turn away, he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down under the covers.

She thought that Fu Jiuqu had left and would not come back, but after a while, she heard a slight sound of water in the clean room. Soon, the man came out of the bath, calmly and calmly took out the quilt, laid the floor in the room, and then turned off the lights and lay down.

There was not a word in the whole process, only the familiar footsteps.

But every subtle little movement is like a drumbeat on Xin Yi's heart......

She was rolled up in the quilt, and in the pounding heartbeat, she called over and over again.

"Ninth Brother ......"