Once again, Zhao Wu'an's figure fell in front of An Qing.

Just like the banks of Miaojiang Creek, a ribbon-like red line floated out from Zhao Wu'an's back, and the air instantly carried a disgusting bloody aura.

Then, the white-clothed layman shook his body slightly, and the black hair hanging down to his waist rose upward, like a broken battle flag on the battlefield where the sun was like blood, and the flagpole was cut off.

He fell to the ground with a thud, motionless. The white clothes are stained with dust, and they are no longer elegant.

An Qing hadn't reacted yet, but she felt that this scene was so familiar, and even the dust stirred up by Zhao Wu'an when she fell had already blinded her eyes.

The last time there was such a scene was ten days ago. Zhao Wuxin received the sword in his mouth and fell in front of An Qing. Recalling carefully, the last time, it seemed that outside the Willow Leaf Villa, An Qing also carried him back to the inn without a single complaint.

The afternoon sun seems to have dissolved in this time, and a dusty white dress is used to swing out a sharp pen and ink. An Qing took a deep breath, stepped forward, lifted his shoulders lightly, and rested them in his arms.

I join hands with you, life is accompanied, and death is dependent on each other.

The sound of footsteps gradually rose, from far to near, and several people followed.

An Qing raised her head lightly, her eyes were deep, and there was no trace of fear in them.

She gazed at the people who were gradually coming from the front yard, and swept her gaze over them one by one, without lingering too much on anyone or missing a glance.

Everybody is there. Pang Li, Guixi, Jinlan, Xu Chang, Ning Dantong, Lao Qizuo, Catch Fast, and even Xia Lian.

Except for Xiao Yu'er and the old man with an unknown surname, everyone she met in the past few days stood here.

Pang Li lazily rolled up his sleeves, and his expression was cold: "I said it earlier, these two people are not Ji Shi, so they have to deal with me." Now let's see, who shot that arrow?"

The self-proclaimed experienced catcher raised his head and looked at the top of the Guanyuan Pavilion, but he didn't know if he saw anything, but he just sighed twice, "Master Ji deserves to be a master of discipline, for so many years, he has always kept the rules of Duxiu Village." ”

"After all, they said it themselves, and there is a beginning and an end. Ning Dantong smiled slightly and took off the long piano he was carrying, "Dantong has been away from his hometown for many years, and he still believes in this truth. ”

Xia Lian sighed twice, and said disapprerovingly: "Isn't Yu'er's ancestor still leaving?"

"He can't stop him. Ning Dantong glanced at Xia Lian lightly, "It's you, and your words are too impertinent." ”

Xia Lian immediately showed a look that something was wrong, and he withdrew his hand and took two steps back from everyone.

Pang Li snorted lightly and raised his head in the direction of An Qing: "The white-clothed one is dead, what should I do with that girl?"

"What else can I do? Either stay in the Ning Mansion or drive her out, or do we have to kill her?" Guixi said with a smile, "This is not quite in line with the rules of the discipline master." ”

Everyone stood in the courtyard, the copper pillar behind them was still stained with Ning Longhai's blood, but there was no sadness on their faces.

And An Qing, kneeling in front of an empty coffin, hugged Zhao Wu'an, frowned slightly, and her eyes were dark. Zhao Wu'an's eyes in his arms were closed, and his breathing had gradually become subtle.

"Oh, don't be scared. Guixi deliberately shrugged his shoulders.

In front of everyone's eyes, An Qing gritted her teeth slightly, propped up her feet from the ground, and retracted her arms hard, wanting to pick up Zhao Wu'an, but after all, she suffered from the girl's lack of strength, so she could only reluctantly straighten him, but it was difficult to hold him with her arms.

An Qing finally had to give up this idea, half-knelt on the ground, hugged Zhao Wu'an in her arms, looked at the people standing in front of her, and said softly: "I know." I finally know what the meaning of this Duxiu Village is. ”

There was a look of surprise in everyone's eyes, and they looked at each other a few times, and they all looked at each other and smiled, as if they had heard some extremely funny joke.

An Qing forcibly suppressed the sour emotions surging in her chest, and said word by word: "Duxiu Village is a cage, and you are all trapped beasts in it. There are people who are tamers, watching your every move, and you can only deliberately make yourself crazy and strange so that you will not be erased from this twilight village. ”

Pang Li held his arms leisurely, Xu Chang put his hands behind him, Guixi was always smiling wildly, and Jin Lan seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, pulling his neck collar repeatedly.

"Twilight Village is a village of weirdos, and that's true. An Qing muttered, "All of you have different problems. Ning Longhai is greedy, Pang Li is lazy, Xia Lian is jealous, Jinlan is lustful, Guixi is irritable, Ning Dantong asked for money when he first returned to Ningfu, he was insatiable, and the only fast catcher in the village was also arrogant...... Because that's the only way you can live in Dusk Village. It will not disappear suddenly like the little young master of the Ning family. ”

"The disappearance of the little young master is a warning to all of you, you are mourning for it, but you have ushered in the death of your lord, only to understand that the previous fanfare is not what Master Ji wants to see, so he doesn't care about Ning Longhai's death. ”

As she spoke, A Qing's eyes seemed to have a hint of panic gradually floating, but she quickly took a deep breath, suppressed those strange emotions, and forcibly continued.

"However, Ning Longhai died because of someone's deliberate plan, not the so-called Ji Shi. ”

An Qing glanced at everyone, and then noticed that a slightly strange look appeared on their faces, stiff, and even stunned.

Yes, when those people faced Zhao Wu'an, they had such expressions. Stunned, shocked, annoyed and angry because the trick was exposed, and ashamed of himself.

An Qing has always longed for that kind of Zhao Wu'an, and now it's her turn. Everything is so logical. It is true that Zhao Wu'an has fallen, but he has given An Qing enough hints.

If she can't completely tear up this mystery at this time, she will not mention saving Zhao Wu'an, let alone leaving this Duxiu Village.

When she heard the name "Ji Shi", An Qing had actually guessed seven or eight points. The master of discipline, the master of discipline. What those people have in their hands must be the discipline of the entire Duxiu Village.

And people such as Pang Li, Ning Longhai and others are so indulgent and lazy and gluttonous, all in order to adapt to the rules set by the Ji Master. It is not difficult to know from their mouths that the master is also a person who talks about rules.

If this is the case, then for Zhao Wu'an and An Qing, who broke the rules and broke in, of course, Duxiu Village will undoubtedly get rid of them as soon as possible.

Even if all the truth is made public, no miracle will happen, but An Qing wants to tell it thoroughly. For the sake of all the people in this twilight village, for Zhao Wu'an, and for her own long-cherished wish.

Hoarse, dying and struggling, she also has to tell a truth for this dim world. Didn't Zhao Wu'an always think like this and do the same?

"Pang Li, not a murderer. Neither are Jinlan and Guixi. When Ning Longhai died, the murderer must not have been in the Ning Mansion. An Qing said word by word, "The evidence is a water leak in the hall." When Pang Li heard Ning Longhai coughing, he had a glance at the water leak, and the time was not round. At that time, Xu Chang and Ning Dantong were not in the Ning Mansion. ”

"But that wasn't the real time. ”

"At dusk that day, when I went to the Ningfu compound, I found a large trace of wetness near the water leak, that is, the water in the water leak did not drip into the basin, but overflowed a lot. An Qing said seriously, "This is the biggest loophole." In other words, someone has done something to the water leak to delay the time it shows. It looked like it was the end of the day, but in fact, it was only around noon. ”

The few people standing in front of her looked at each other with a look of suspicion in their eyes.

After being silent for a moment, An Qing suddenly smiled bitterly: "No one responds, it's embarrassing for me to talk alone." ”

"Tell me, what happened next?" Pang Li folded his arms, his face full of suspicion.

An Qing coughed twice, smiled helplessly at her, and continued: "Put the ice cubes stored in the cellar in winter in the water, and pierce the bottom with two embroidery needles to sink to the bottom of the leaky pot, and the water level will rise. What's more, as soon as noon passes and the southern climate is unbearably hot, the ice melts naturally, leaving no trace. The murderer used ice cubes as props to cast a trick to make the water level in the pot rise to the line in advance, so that Mrs. Pang, who was asleep, mistakenly thought that it was time to do so. ”

However, whether it was time or noon, Ning Longhai did appear in the main courtyard. Falling from Guanyuan Pavilion is nonsense. ”

An Qing's gaze looked through the figures of everyone and looked at the copper pillar that stood more than a foot high on the ground.

"He died in such a way that he fell on his own, but he was the work of the murderer. And before Ning Longhai died, the place where he really stayed was the roof of this mourning hall. ”

Zhao Wu'an once asked An Qing to go up to the roof to take a look, and An Qing didn't know what he meant at that time, but at this time, he recalled the white silk that was pressed under Ning Longhai's body, and the wooden strip in Xiao Yu'er's hand that came out of nowhere in the middle courtyard of Lao Lang that day, An Qing suddenly realized.

In an instant, all the clues were connected.

"Soon after His Excellency Guan Yuan arrived in the hospital, Ning Longhai was drugged and smeant. Then the murderer took him to the backyard, tore off a white silk, and threaded it through one of his legs, feet, and cuffs, and out from the other side, and hung it on the copper pillar in the middle. ”

An Qing raised his head, looked at the eaves of the mourning hall, as if he was stunned, and said non-stop: "After that, he pulled the white silk, carried Ning Longhai's body onto the roof and put it away, and used two logs to cross the roof ridge and put it on the white silk to fix it. The white silk is about four zhang long, and it is just a distance back and forth, and when you put it on the roof, it is obviously just enough, and it is slightly tightened. ”

After all this was done, the murderer left the scene. Ning Longhai woke up from a coma, and with only a slight movement, his body suddenly slid down Bai Aya, and his head slammed into the copper pillar, and then Bai Aya fell out of his body, and Ning Longhai fell to the ground again, leaving two wounds on the back of his head. ”

The arrogant old catcher frowned: "What kind of gods and ghosts are these? Is it so troublesome to kill someone, besides, everything you said is not reasonable at all." What embroidery needles, what sticks, where are all those things?"

"Of course it's gone, because someone has taken it all away, just to give themselves an alibi. An Qing said lightly. "He designed to kill Ning Longhai, but he wanted to convince all of you that it was the work of the all-powerful Ji Master. He succeeded in diverting his gaze, forcing everyone to say what they wanted to say, fearing that what he had done would anger the Chroniclers and evaporate from thin air in the village of Dusk. ”

"But you've all been deceived. An Qing shook her head, "There is a person who not only deceived you, but also deceived those discipline masters. ”

This is the truth of the tragedy that happened in the Ning Mansion of Duxiu Village. ”