Flashing for days.

At dusk, the rusty clouds looked extremely oppressive, and there was a strange coldness in the air, which made people feel cold all over their bodies.

After the past few days, there has been new progress in the case of "spontaneous combustion of the human body, the eight deadly sinners".

At this point...

In the courtyard of the flying gate.

Xia Wushu grabbed the letter, his fingers hanging the page, his expression was very solemn, and the tegress's characteristic apricot eyes narrowed slightly...

Here's the thing:

Because of the tragic death of Zhao Xue, one of the four gods, and the king of the hunt was in retreat and cultivation, the head catcher of Wudang Feimen wrote a letter to the three gods outside, hoping that one of them could come back to preside over the overall situation.

But the man didn't wait to come back, and first came back a letter from the Wudang Flying Gate Branch.

The things written on the letter made people shudder, so the head catcher went to invite the first god of the Eagle Hall to discuss the matter.

...

Xia Wushu grabbed the letter and sniffed it in front of his nose, his eyes focused on the first point of the handwriting, and then his mind immersed himself...

She has such a special ability to detect abnormalities from the smallest places.

Even the amount of ink and the handwriting can reveal a lot of information.

Such as...

It is possible to analyze when the letter was written through the intensity of ink.

Such as...

It may be possible to judge what kind of person the letter writer is and what kind of mood he is writing in order to judge the coherence of the handwriting and the changes between horizontal and vertical folds.

Such as...

It may be possible to judge the environment in which the person who wrote the letter by the smell of the letter.

These are inconsistent with who he is, and what is written in the letter, and other things.

Of course, Xia Wudi will not use these to finalize the case, but will use it as one of the many clues to compare and verify the case in the course of time and development.

And many contradictions and doubts will arise because of this, and the truth is in them.

This is just like the Sherlock Holmes in the story before Xia Xuan's crossing, the judgment of soot.

Every true god catcher, first and foremost, is an observer.

Xia Wudi is a good observer.

At this time, she seemed to have seen the scene of the events described in the letter, and also saw the fear in the heart of the letter writer.

...

It was an autumn day, and the streets of the town were just beginning to come alive.

Wu Tieju, one of the four great divine arrests, seemed to have discovered something suspicious about the case, and in the morning, he hurried to the top of the city.

Then, in the early sun, his skin was flushed, and his elegant white face was suddenly red like a ripe shrimp.

Then he looked up and wiped his sweat, and noticed that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Under the gaze of the local catchers and the guards at the head of the city, his whole body suddenly burst into flames, and the seven orifices spewed out oily green flames.

Then, in pain, his whole body "snapped" and fell on the cold wall, shattered into several pieces, and the corpse was scattered to the ground.

The horror of the patrols and guards was indescribable, and at this time, those corpses coalesced and formed, turned into a huge ghost, standing at the head of the city, shouting in a strange voice in the wind: "The door of the underworld is open, the ghost is restored, the five sinners, hook the soul and ask for your life!!"

The letter writer quickly passed the "news of Wu Tieju's death" to the Wudang Feimen headquarters in the national capital, but when he wrote, his hands were still trembling, so the font that should have been there did not stand, and there were "trembling marks" in some places.

...

The Five Great Sinners?

Xia Wushu keenly grasped the most critical place, which meant that in addition to Zhao Xue and Wu Tieju, there were still people who died.

What kind of murder is this?

She stood still, the embroidery around her, and the catch fast, silently waiting for her response.

Xia Wushu was also a little tricky for a while, but she felt that she didn't know where to start, she believed that if she went to the place where Wu Tie was sentenced to death at this time, she was completely led by the other party's nose, and she couldn't find clues at all.

But the other party will obviously do it to themselves as well...

So, how will the other party lure themselves into the game?

She came back to her senses, looked around, and said coldly: "This is the Demon Gate's provocation to my Dashu, however, evil cannot prevail over good, and it has been since ancient times!"

Nowadays, the Demon Gate is in the dark, we are in the light, and the Demon Gate demons play these tricks of pretending to be gods and ghosts, which seems terrible, but after the truth is revealed, it is just a trick of the clown.

So, stabilize your position, I'll go to the Shaofu Lord, and hope that the Shaofu Lord will give the Son of Heaven again, and the whole city will be under martial law!!"

A head catcher said: "However, the prince's wedding is not far away, will it be inappropriate to impose martial law in the whole city at this time?"

Xia Wushu said: "You take a closer look at the letter, the letter says that there are five sinners, and the three people of my Divine Eagle Hall are still there, which means that in addition to Lord Zhao and Lord Wu, there is also a god who has been killed by your Wudang Flying Gate."

Three gods caught death, isn't it a big deal?

You and I are two families, tacit cooperation, if the wind blows, communicate with each other, not recklessly!"

After that, with a wave of her hand, she turned around and left the Wudang Flying Gate, between the long legs, two rows of embroidery followed her, and her resolute bearing could be seen, which was completely different from the appearance of teasing Xia Ji in the Xia Guo Mansion.

...

...

The light of the day was fading, and the iron-gray night had fallen.

When Xia Wushu walked back, there was no one on the entire street, except for the bleak westerly wind that suddenly swept through the streets and alleys, bringing some ghosts crying wolf howls, and inexplicable coldness.

The moonlight casts the shadows of the two rows of houses, like a ghostly road.

Xia Wushu walked on this road, and his cold look froze the face that could be described as a standard beauty.

It wasn't until she pushed open the door of the Xia Guogong Mansion that the ice on her face melted.

Over here...

It's her home,

There is her family.

The temperature here was enough to melt the ice in her heart.

She glanced at the direction of Linlang Water Pavilion from afar, and thought that she could tease her younger brother early tomorrow morning, and suddenly she was relieved and happy.

...

...

A variety of water pavilions, small buildings on the water.

Jiang Xueyi sat quietly.

The wet white clothes were almost translucent, and they clung to the delicate body.

She sat in front of the coffee table with her legs tight and strong, and because her boots were waterlogged, she took them off, revealing her small snow-white feet stacked on top of each other.

In the fire on the side, the charcoal sounded softly, and the movement of Xia Ji was heard, and there was a stream of hot wind.

Jiang Xueyi watched the young man wash the cup, wash his hands, and sprinkle no more or no less black tea, and waited until the water was boiling, but he was not in a hurry to brew, but lifted the lid of the kettle, as if waiting for the water temperature to drop slightly, and then grabbed the kettle and poured boiling water into the two cups.

Every movement of his is extremely reassuring, and it seems that his heart is calm.

Jiang Xueyi took a deep breath, only to feel that the hustle and bustle of the day had dissipated without a trace.

Just a slight distraction, Xia Ji had already walked across from her and handed out one of the teacups casually.

Jiang Xueyi looked at the cup, and her heart suddenly beat uncontrollably.

The young beggar gang leader's observation was very terrifying, and although he was not as professional as Xia Wudi, he was very keen.

At this time, she had already discovered that the teacup that the teacher inadvertently handed to her had a little mottled spot in the upper left corner of the blue lotus print on the cup... This teacup is the one that the teacher himself drank the other day.

At that time, when the teacher was drinking water, the green lotus print on the teacup was external, so she saw it clearly.

And the teacup that the teacher is holding in his hand now has a normal print, and it is the cup he drank last time.

This means...

The two are about to kiss?

She quietly picked up the teacup, and the next moment, as soon as her brain was confused, her hand uncontrollably adjusted the angle slightly, turned the green lotus print outward, brought it to her lips, and began to drink tea in small sips, and even stretched out her pink little tongue and licked it lightly on the mouth of this cup.

Xia Ji naturally didn't pay attention to these details, he grabbed the teacup and took a sip casually, then put it down, ready to listen to the information he saw with his left eye.

However, he discovered... Jiang Xueyi was still drinking tea.

Xia Ji is very patient.

But Jiang Xueyi had been drinking for more than ten seconds.

Xia Ji decided to continue waiting.

After waiting for another ten seconds, the leader of the beggar gang was still drinking tea...

Xia Ji couldn't help but say, "Xueyi, do you like this tea very much?"

The leader of the beggar gang in white and blonde hairband blushed inexplicably, and then put down the teacup quietly.

Xia Ji: ......

What do you mean?

What the hell are you blushing?

What happened?