After Qing 13 said the two words "dead".

It's as if it's really dead, motionless.

Scar Lao Liu roasted a knife red with fire, scraped up the ointment and pounded and stabbed it on Qing Shisan's knees, even Zheng Xiu saw that it hurt, and the knife seemed to swish on his own flesh - but Qing Shisan's brows did not frown, and he seemed to have no reaction to the outside world.

There are people who die, but they are still alive. This is the great man.

There are people who are alive, but who are long dead. This is a man who mourns more than the death of his heart.

Daddy belongs to the former category, and Qing Thirteen obviously belongs to the latter category.

In order to Qing Thirteen to deal with his injuries, Scar Lao Liu followed Zheng Xiu outside the house with anxiety.

Scar Lao Liu wanted to speak and stopped: "There is something that Ba doesn't know whether to say or not. If you don't talk about it, I'm afraid that he will worry about his life, and if I do, I'm afraid to prevent it...... Ba is worried about his life. After speaking, his eyes slanted upwards and he secretly glanced at Zheng Xiu.

"Huh?"

After all, Zheng Xiu is a person who has been on the battlefield. His eyebrows were raised, and his sharp gaze was as sharp as a knife, which frightened Scar Lao Liu to take a step back.

"Yes, there is something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

Scar Lao Liu shook his head vigorously.

He was afraid that he would tell the truth, and before the patient inside died, he was beaten to death here by Zheng Haoran's son first.

That's when it happened.

Zheng Xiu's ears twitched, his complexion changed slightly, and he stepped forward and covered Scar Liu's mouth.

Scar Lao Liu's first reaction was that he thought that this fang did not speak of martial virtues, and suddenly broke out and hurt people, and wanted to kill people and kill people. After a while, a row of neat footsteps sounded outside the door, rumbling and hurrying by, Scar Lao Liu struggled for a moment, looked back, and didn't dare to move again.

"Shh

Zheng Xiu raised his index finger.

Scar Lao Liu's eyes signaled that he understood, and nodded vigorously.

Zheng Xiu made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Scar nodded harder.

After a while, the patrolling soldiers walked away. Zheng Xiu patted Scar Lao Liu's shoulder: "Actually, you don't need to be afraid of me, we are friends." ”

"Huh?"

Scar Lao Liu opened his mouth.

In an instant, Scar Lao Liu had a very strange feeling, first he thought it was ridiculous, they hadn't met a few times, you still hammered my eyes, how could you be a friend. But suddenly, a strange sense of déjà vu came to his heart, and he couldn't refute this sentence inexplicably.

This is the second time, and the first time I have this strange sense of déjà vu is when Zheng Xiu brought Qing Thirteen here. According to the scar Lao Liu's usual law-abiding and self-denial medical temperament, the first time to report to the official is the best. I don't know if it was because the wind was too strong that night, he washed his hair, let his brain convuls, and got into the water, and the ghost made a god agree to hide the fugitive.

Later, Scar Lao Liu touched his swollen eyes and silently concluded: one is to look at the face of the silver, and the other is the "eye" edge.

Scar Lao Liu shook his head vigorously, throwing the strange "sense of déjà vu" behind him. He carried a bucket to the well to fetch water and wash his hands.

Muttering while washing:

"We shouldn't have happened to the East Window, right? In the past two days, the soldiers in the city have been running very diligently. ”

"It shouldn't matter." Zheng Xiu shook his head: "A forgotten fugitive will not make so many people make a fuss." It should be because of ...... The reason why Shi Wentong, the secretary of the Criminal Department, died. ”

"Aha?" Scar Lao Liu's eyes widened, and he wiped his half-washed hand on his pants, and exclaimed, "Master Shi is dead again?" ”

Zheng Xiu nodded: "Well, Master Shi is dead." ”

After a short period of silence.

Zheng Xiu's scalp suddenly tingled, and he looked at Scar Lao Liu in disbelief: "What did you just say?" ”

Scar Lao Liu looked at Zheng Xiu's cannibalistic gaze, his scalp was numb, and his legs trembled and said, "I said, 'Let's ...... about this'"

"No, the latter!"

"Master Shi is dead again."

"Why do you say 'again'?"

Scar Lao Liu was stunned: "That's right! Why did Ba say 'again'! ”

This Shi Wentong is obviously the first time he has died!

Why do I say "again"?

"You look at my face," Zheng Xiu solemnly grabbed Scar Lao Liu's shoulders and shook them back and forth: "Have you remembered anything!" ”

Scar Lao Liu's eyes were dizzy by Zheng Xiu, except for the strange word "again", Scar Lao Liu really couldn't remember anything.

Was it a "momentary slip of the tongue"?

When Zheng Xiu left Ba Liufu Medical Center, on the way back, he kept thinking about the "nonsense" blurted out by Scar Lao Liu.

Ever since he rescued his father and came to the new world line, Zheng Xiu has always felt that something is wrong.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was a dissonance in his memory. This feeling can not be explained simply by "amnesia", he is very sure that he has no amnesia, except for the short blank at the end of the ancient battlefield "Save Daddy", all his memories can be remembered clearly. But in this "clear", Zheng Xiu always felt that there were some unreasonable things in it, which made him feel that there were contradictions in the cause and effect.

Now, Scar Lao Liu's inadvertent words woke up Zheng Xiu.

"Will it ...... This world line, in the process of shifting, appeared...... Error? ”

"Deviated, but not completely?"

pondered all the way to the door of Zheng's house.

Next to the old mottled stone lion, Huo Yu, who was dressed in armor and full of energy, was clasping his hands and leaning silently on the stone lion.

"Uncle Huo."

Zheng Xiu stepped forward and arched his hand: "Are you coming to play with my father?" Why don't you go in? ”

Huo Yu pursed his lips and didn't answer, staring at Zheng Xiu's eyes tightly.

He suddenly stopped Zheng Xiu's shoulder and laughed three times: "Virtuous nephew! Walk! Drink two glasses with your uncle! ”

Click!

Huo Yu hugged very hard, and Zheng Xiu's shoulder joint made a crisp sound.

It's no different from hijacking.

Zheng Xiu was slightly stunned in his heart, nodded, and didn't say anything.

Under the "hostage" of Huo Yu, Huo Yu took Zheng Xiu to a restaurant in the west of the city with a depressed business.

In the past, every street in the West Market belonged to the Zheng family, but now that the Zheng family's business empire is gone, the shops here have their own play, far less prosperous and lively than when the Zheng family was in charge, and it seems deserted.

In the West Market, Zheng Xiu saw some merchants from outside the Great Qian. There are thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, and there are even Northern Barbarian costumes.

Now the Great Cadres have opened up trade routes with the Western Regions and the Northern Barbarians respectively.

The name of the restaurant is very earthy, called "Reunion Zhai".

The owner of the restaurant, a shy young man, is laboriously using a pair of scissors to cut the air-dried beef jerky, a specialty from the outside world, into strips for cooking.

"Huh?"

Zheng Xiu looked at the young man who was playing with scissors and was dumbfounded. He had the impression that after he established the Disaster Prevention Bureau, there were many people who abandoned the darkness and chose another boss to work in the night guard the night before. Among them is a "weeping mourner" called "five, six, seven".

That's him.

Now the owner of a restaurant?

Zheng Xiu silently looked away.

He saved his father, but changed the fate of everyone in the world.

"Two masters, use it slowly!"

After a while, Five, Six, and Seven personally brought a pot of wine, peanuts, salted chicken and other side dishes to the table.

Eating and eating, the store was empty.

Huo Yu threw peanuts with chopsticks in his mouth, and he asked coldly: "Shi Wentong, you killed it?" ”

There was no foreshadowing, no bearing and closing, and I asked this question as soon as I opened my mouth.

Zheng Xiu was silent for a while, from the time Huo Mi hijacked him in that way to come here, Zheng Xiu vaguely sensed that Huo Mi should want to talk to him about something, otherwise he would not be squatting at the door of Zheng Mansion to guard him.

Therefore, when Huo Yu asked this question, Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Since he knew that he had killed Shi Wentong, he still used this way instead of bringing troops to meet him, which shows that it is a bit of a cat.

At this time, quibbling will only put your momentum behind. Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, and before Huo Yu got off his chopsticks, he snatched a peanut from under his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, clicked, and chewed it with relish: "The peanuts are fried very crispy." ”

Shi Wentong was indeed killed by Zheng Xiu.

It is also fate to meet.

Swenton died at his hands once, and it was nothing to die again.

The most important thing is that when Zheng Xiu rescued Qing Thirteen, he found out that Qing Thirteen's leg was broken by Shi Wentong's order.

Zheng Xiu used the painting technique of "Little Ghost Dementor" for a long time to take away Shi Wentong's soul.

Zheng Xiu did this seamlessly, and deliberately chose Shi Wentong's hand when he was upside down with his concubine. No matter which one came, he still died of a stroke.

There is no suspense in the outcome.

He believed that Huo Mi had no evidence, and Huo Mi could guess that this incident should be related to the "warrant".

Huo Yu watched Zheng Xiu snatch a peanut from him, was stunned, and said: "That Sikong chasing his life is already a waste, you save him, it's not worth it, once he is found out, he will only expose himself to risks." ”

Zheng Xiu shook his head lightly and said calmly: "He saved my life." ”

Huo Yu frowned when he heard this: "When?" ”

Zheng Xiu smiled and said nothing.

Huo Yu suddenly found that the virtuous nephew in front of him, who he had watched grow up, had become a little strange and incomprehensible.

Huo Mi watched him grow up, watched him wear open crotch pants, and he was still clinging to himself to learn knives when he was a child.

"You ......" Since Zheng Xiu was reluctant to answer, Huo Yu was not reluctant. Sikong chased his life inconsequentially, he just asked casually, and without asking the result, Huo Yu turned to another thing. He lowered his voice and moved a few closer to the table: "When did you become a royalist?" ”

Yes?

Smack.

Zheng Xiu's eyes widened, and the chopsticks slipped from his hands and fell on the table.

He quickly picked it up.

There are a lot of thoughts in my heart.

What royalists?

After being silent for a while, Zheng Xiu thought back to the background board he had learned in the past few days, and vaguely understood.

Now after the death of the previous emperor Wei Yangzun, the young prince is on the throne, but he is still a child and cannot decide on political affairs. Now it is the eldest princess who hangs the curtain in the court.

The royalists, as the name suggests, are the faction that protects the current little emperor.

And what about the other faction?

The answer is imminent.

The fact that he killed Shi Wentong made Huo Yu misunderstand, Zheng Xiu was on the side of the royalists?

So Swynstone is the other side?

What do you want to do on the other side?

The eldest princess...... What do you want to do?

Zheng Xiu's eyes narrowed, being the empress?

He seems to have accidentally slipped into the maelstrom called politics.

Through Huo Yu's words, Zheng Xiu had to sort things out in a moment, Zheng Xiu shook his head decisively: "No." ”

"Huh!" Huo Yu smiled, obviously not believing it, he continued to lower his voice and said: "Although Shi Wentong is a waste, it is precisely because of this that he will be rejected by the eldest princess and become the secretary of the criminal department!" ”

"Now that Shi Wentong is dead, he is clearly fighting against the eldest princess!"

"Whether you are or not, once it is known that Swentong was killed by you, you are!"

"Now the dispute between the two factions seems to be calm on the surface, but in fact the dark tide is surging! You're confused! Why is it blended in? Your Zheng family is backed by the Northern Barbarians, and no one dares to touch you at all! No one wants to see you have an accident, everyone wants you and your wife to live a long life and have a few more chubby sons! After all, your friendship with the daughter of the wolf king means peace between the two countries! ”

"But you just can't think about it, and you get involved?"

Huo Yu seemed to have a grudge against peanuts, hated that iron was not steel, and he bit the peanuts to pieces, and glared at Zheng Xiu: "Virtuous nephew! What do you say? ”

Zheng Xiu was so confused that he couldn't cry or laugh when he talked about it.

What am I trying to do?

I didn't have anything to do!

Killing Shi Wentong is really a simple accident and a chance encounter, how to tell the truth, uncle, you just don't believe it!

Besides, can anyone find evidence?

Now that there is no night, no one knows about the trick case, the thaumaturgical crime, it is unsolvable.

Zheng Xiu has no fear.

After drinking a small meal, Huo Yu didn't seem to mean to take Zheng Xiu on the spot.

In the end, Zheng Xiu didn't see which side Huo Yu was on.

"I suddenly miss Lao Wei a little."

When I left the reunion fast, I looked up at the night sky, and it was already moonlight and starry.

Zheng Xiu was quite embarrassed.

After Lao Wei died, the dynasty was chaotic, and all the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods ran out.

What about the three princes?

Zheng Xiu actually couldn't figure it out a little, in the past, when he won the heir, the three princes could toss one by one than the other, but now that Lao Wei has died, the three princes are all inexplicably dumbfounded, and there is also a "eldest princess" who has never heard of it.

"This eldest princess is a good means, she can suppress the three princes and hang the curtain to assist the government. Before the little emperor grew up, the eldest princess was no different from the empress. ”

Back at home, the lights dimmed.

Zheng Xiu looked at the empty wall on the roof.

It was the fortieth day he had missed the Brotherhood.

Back in the room, a lamp was lit on the table and a bowl of food was left.

The food was already cold, and when she heard the movement, Yue Linglong, who was wearing a pale green belly pocket on the bed, rubbed her eyes and got up, and said half-asleep: "Husband, are you back?" I'll warm ...... for you"

“？”

"Hot Hot...... Meals. ”

She sleepwalked.

Zheng Xiu carried Yue Linglong back to the bed, patted her back gently, Yue Linglong muttered two words of "don't", and finally fell asleep, making a tickling snoring sound like a kitten.

Zheng Xiu looked at Yue Linglong's white back, and for a while, the black hair was scattered, and the outline was blurred.

"Whew."

With a long sigh of relief, Zheng Xiu came outside the house and sat on the steps.

The moonlight is pleasant, and the moon is almost full tonight. He took out the diary.

It seems that quite a few things have happened today, but it seems to ...... Nothing to write about.

Serious people don't write their hearts down in their diaries.

After pondering for a while, Zheng Xiu put down his pen and wrote down two sentences.

[To save Qing Thirteen, there is only one way. 】

[That is, let him be an alien. 】

After writing this sentence, Zheng Xiu's pen was stunned and his brows furrowed.

"I almost forgot that the 'ferryman' trick was obtained by killing Bai Qiuyue from another world line."

"Bai Qiuyue seems to be a natural alien."

"In this timeline, if Bai Qiuyue is still alive......"

"Isn't there two 'ferryman' tricks at the same time?"

Thinking of this, Zheng Xiu was stunned.

He closed the diary and looked back, Yue Linglong was still asleep. He went out at night.

The prison is like his second home.

Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered an old stalk:

"How many steps does it take to put an elephant in the freezer?"

"Three steps: Open the fridge, put the elephant in, and close the frozen."

And how many steps does it take to break into the prison without knowing it?

For Zheng Xiu, it is also three steps.

He came to the back of the prison.

Paint a door; Push open the door; Get in.

Zheng Xiu returned to his cell as if he were going home. Sink into the prison of the heart, sit down on the table, and invite the parchment roll.

The [Prisoner] panel on the parchment scroll is still in a chaotic state.

Zheng Xiu sighed lightly and looked at the "black heart" bound on the chain.

After a while.

Zheng Xiu in the prison opened his eyes, and a pitch-black heart appeared in his hand.

"Zizizi-"

At the moment when the "ferryman" trick appeared, a piercing murmur sounded in Zheng Xiu's ears. When I looked down, the heart had become translucent, as if it was a TV picture with signal interference, and an intermittent lightning-like "afterimage" appeared on the surface of the heart.

The heart was light in Zheng Xiu's hands, and it was weightless, and it was held lightly.

Tentacle-like staccato remnants stretched out from the heart, trembling, pointing straight in one direction.