I want to know who killed me

Shao Ting sat in the main hall of Nangong Mansion, feeling extremely complicated.

Just now, Xiao Jiaozhu, who was in the second grade, kicked open the gate of Nangong Mansion, and broke in grandiosely.But this is not the most shocking thing. What is even more strange is that no one rushed out to stop them. Even after they walked to the main hall and sat down, a maid shivered and brought two cups of tea.

Shao Ting picked up the steaming teacup, sniffed it, but never dared to drink it.

Xiao Zhanqiu had nothing to shy away from, he picked up the teacup and blew on it, and drank it down in one gulp.

Shao Ting was stunned: "Isn't the leader hot?"

Xiao Zhanqiu said: "What's hot?"

Shao Ting said: "...it's nothing."

Now that the leader had drunk it, Shao Ting was not so worried that the tea would be poisoned, so he blew on the hot air, took a small sip, and then his eyes lit up.

This tea smells so good!

Just as Shao Ting was about to praise the tea, he saw a handsome and refined young man rushing back.

This should be Patriarch Nangong, right?Shao Ting guessed.

The person who might be Patriarch Nangong clasped his fists to salute Xiao Zhanqiu as soon as he entered the door: "Nangong didn't know that Patriarch Xiao was coming, so he was far away from welcoming him, so please forgive me."

Xiao Zhanqiu glanced at him lightly, but didn't respond.

Patriarch Nangong didn't feel embarrassed, as if he was used to being treated like this, he turned his head and greeted Shao Ting: "I wonder who this is?"

Shao Ting quickly put down the tea cup: "My name is Shao Ting."

Patriarch Nangong said with a smile: "It turns out that it is Madam Nine, who has long admired her name, and is the patriarch of the Nangong Family, Nangong Sledgehammer."

Shao Ting: "Puff cough cough cough..."

Nangong Sledgehammer said without changing his face: "This name was bestowed by the leader Xiao."

Shao Ting: "?"

This matter can be traced back to ten years ago, when Master Xiao was not yet a teacher.

Although Xiao Jiaozhu did not become a teacher, his martial arts was already ranked among the first-class masters in the Jianghu at that time. One day, he was bored and traveled down the mountain, and met the three Nangong brothers who were also out for fun.At that time, the oldest Nangong Sledgehammer was only 19 years old. The four met in a small teahouse. They should have nothing to do with each other, but for some reason, they fought. Master Xiao beat the three brothers to the ground down.

Xiao Jiaozhu, who was in the second grade, naturally wanted to seek his own spoils. He saw that there was nothing he wanted in the three brothers, so he came up with a crooked idea - let the three brothers change their names!

Sledgehammer, Ergou, and Sanpang.

How come it sounds ugly.

Of course the three Nangong brothers disagreed, so they were beaten again when they resisted, and fled in despair.

Master Xiao didn't get the spoils, so naturally he wouldn't let it go, he chased Wushuang City regardless, rushed into Nangong Mansion, and even beat up the old Patriarch of Nangong at that time.

But the three Nangong brothers still refused to give in, so Master Xiao beat them up several times, and returned to the Demon Cult contentedly only after taming them.

Since then, Master Nangong has changed his name to Nangong Sledgehammer, and it has been nearly ten years.

After listening to Nangong Sledgehammer's narration, Shao Ting didn't know whether to hold back his laughter or sympathize—just because he lost a fight, he was going to be chased to change his name, and the change was so ugly. Second, it is especially childish!

Nangong Sledgehammer didn't feel any embarrassment, after all, he was used to it.

He asked Xiao Zhanqiu very calmly: "I don't know if Master Xiao has any important matters to deal with when he comes this time?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Xiao Zhanqiu was as noble and glamorous as ever, "It's just passing through this place and planning to spend the night with you."

"So that's how it is." Nangong Sledgehammer didn't feel annoyed, "Then I'll let the servants clean up the guest room."

Shao Ting was very curious about the way the two of them got along. As soon as Nangong Sledgehammer left, he couldn't help but move closer to Xiao Zhanqiu and asked, "Master, I think this Patriarch Nangong seems to respect you very much. Well?"

Xiao Zhanqiu said quite proudly: "That's natural, he has been defeated by me so many times, and he even tried to worship me as his teacher."

Shao Ting was surprised: "But isn't the Nangong family upright?"

Xiao Zhanqiu glanced at him and said, "They are neutral."

Nangong Sledgehammer really treated Xiao Zhanqiu differently, the guest rooms prepared for them were spacious and comfortable, as soon as Shao Ting saw that bed, he wanted to jump on it and never get down again.

He kicked off his shoes and rolled around on the bed twice, accidentally kicking into a small cabinet at the end of the bed.

"What is this?" Shao Ting got up, opened the drawer and looked through it, his face flushed instantly.

Xiao Zhanqiu raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to ask a question when he walked over, Shao Ting pushed the drawer and changed the subject dryly: "Master, I seem to be hungry again, let's eat something."

Xiao Zhanqiu didn't fall for the trap, so he pulled his hand away and looked through the contents of the cabinet.

Shao Ting glanced at a few props that were even hotter than the ones he found just now, his face became redder, and he glanced at Xiao Zhanqiu several times anxiously, not daring to fart, for fear that Xiao Zhanqiu would get sexually interested and punish him on the spot.

"He is still as vulgar as ever," Xiao Zhanqiu sneered, "Do you think this kind of thing can catch my eyes?"

Shao Ting: "???"

Shao Ting was dumbfounded: "He also gave you this kind of thing before?"

Xiao Zhanqiu said: "It's not the first time I've lived in Nangong's house, but I didn't bring anyone with me before, and when he brought things over, he would also send a beauty or something along the way. It was too annoying, so I kicked them out."

It turned out to be an ascetic priest.

As soon as Shao Ting praised him in his heart, Xiao Zhanqiu said: "You haven't written today's regulations yet."

It took Shao Ting a few seconds to realize that what he said was that there is no code word today, and suddenly broke down: "Are you a devil QAQ!"

Xiao Zhanqiu said: "If you can finish the whole novel in one day, I won't have to rush you in the future."

Shao Ting: "..."

Xiao Zhanqiu asked Zhusheng to bring in all the pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the carriage.

With bitter tears in his eyes, Shao Ting began to code under Xiao Zhanqiu's urging, writing intermittently until evening. Shao Ting checked the manuscript for the last time, and then handed it to Xiao Zhanqiu.

Xiao Zhanqiu flipped through it just like last night.

Shao Ting propped his chin and yawned boredly.

"Shao Ting," Xiao Zhanqiu said suddenly, but his eyes did not move away from the paper, "Why do you think a person would live again?"

"Huh? Why was it reborn?" Shao Ting was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Probably because of unwillingness."

Xiao Zhanqiu frowned: "Are you unwilling?"

Shao Ting sat cross-legged and replied: "Yes, the protagonists in general novels will be reborn because they did not live well in their previous lives. After rebirth, they use known events to change their original destiny. In fact, there is no reason to say , It is mainly written to make readers feel comfortable."

Xiao Zhanqiu said: "Then, is this novel of yours also intended to make the protagonist feel comfortable?"

Shao Ting said: "That's not true. In fact, my article can't be regarded as rebirth in the strict sense. After all, the protagonist is reborn on another person. His original identity has completely disappeared. He lives with a new identity. Personally, I prefer Detective style, so my protagonist has been punishing evil and promoting good, and handling cases."

Xiao Zhanqiu said: "Wouldn't this make the protagonist feel better?"

Shao Ting said: "Not all stories have to make the protagonist feel comfortable to be attractive, just like the Demon Cult's pornographic storybooks you mentioned, they are only popular for excitement... Well, although the readers are still happy in the end, there is always something Different."

Xiao Zhanqiu seemed to realize something.

Shao Ting laughed and said, "Master, it seems that you really like my novel."

"Your writing is really good," Xiao Zhanqiu finally commented, "I ask you, if the protagonist wants to find the person who killed him, but he doesn't know him, what should he do?"

Shao Ting said: "Does the leader want to avenge someone?"

Xiao Zhanqiu said: "Answer my question, don't ask unnecessary questions."

"Okay," Shao Ting pouted, and analyzed it for him, "If you were killed by someone you don't know, then you have to recall the other person's voice and appearance first."

Xiao Zhanqiu said: "The other party covered his face and never spoke."

"Uh..." Shao Ting rubbed his nose, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "You said he didn't open his mouth? Then it might be someone the deceased knew. The mask is to prevent the deceased from recognizing him. If you want to If you want to take revenge, you can start from the inside, and see if there are any new characters around the deceased, or people who have been thinking about it for many years suddenly become wrong, these are all clues."

"The new person," Xiao Zhanqiu looked at Shao Ting, "isn't it you?"

Shao Ting: "..."

Xiao Zhanqiu didn't say any more, after making Shao Ting's heart flutter, he continued to read the manuscript.

Xiao Zhanqiu didn't read the plot, but just wanted to find some clues from the writing, but failed again this time.He waved for the dark guard, and asked the dark guard to send the manuscript back to the main altar just like last night.

Shao Ting is still struggling with Xiao Zhanqiu's words just now, "Master, I must explain that I am not a spy, nor have I ever killed anyone."

Xiao Zhanqiu didn't connect to his train of thought, frowned and said, "Who said you killed someone?"

"Huh? Then just now..." Shao Ting and Xiao Zhanqiu looked at each other for two seconds, then silently shut up.

Nine times out of ten, Hierarch Xiao just said it casually, so why did he bring up the matter again? If Hierarch Xiao really killed him with a twitch of his brain, would he still be able to escape?

Xiao Zhanqiu looked strangely at Shao Ting, who was hesitating to speak, and said, "It's getting late, it's time for dinner."

When it comes to food, Shao Ting's eyes lit up immediately: "Can we go out to eat, I just spotted several restaurants on the road! The taste is very delicious!"

The author has something to say: [Xiao Meng Duan]

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