Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

The sky is bright, and the 8 minutes of the ancient sunlight passing through the stars seems to be able to soothe all the pain.The sun rises and the moon sets with the irresistible law of nature.

Song Nian handed the half of the papyrus to Weier, and the mystery has been revealed.He doesn't care whether the final winner is Fanzhuo or the new forces.He came to this world because of Song Zhiyu, and in this world, he inevitably had an intersection with "Song Zhiyu".He told himself that all of this is just an illusion under the system, and even exists only in his own imagination. This is rationality.At the same time, his sensibility made him devote himself to his most sincere emotions when facing the character in Song Zhiyu's works.What else can he do now?

The killer who attacked Song Qiuyuan had already been killed by him.Fanzhuo drew out potential opponents with a look of self-disorder.Song Nian could choose to stop last night, so that no one will ever know the story behind that agreement.And everyone who tried to touch fell on the last step, from Maria to Song Qiuyuan, Song Nian knew he would be next.It is impossible to be alone with a neutral attitude, and it is easier to be dragged into an invisible undercurrent, which is obviously impossible for him to break free now.However, at least he still has Song Zhiyu, so that he won't drown and has the desire to survive.

"There are not many people on the street right now. Here is a map of the secret roads of Lunsa City. Tell Modasi, don't forget what he promised."

"Okay, let's go back and prepare." After speaking, Will lowered the brim of his hat, turned and left the church.

Song Zhiyu watched the two vampires in front of him quickly finish explaining things, and he could only watch on the sidelines like an outsider.

"The Philosopher's Stone, the last sentence corresponds to the storage location."

"late."

"What's so late?"

"Someone set fire to the showroom last night, and the items in it have been counted and checked." Song Nian handed him the list.

"One manuscript box is missing... there are gemstones inlaid on it?!" Looking at the registration information on the directory, Song Zhiyu couldn't believe it, "It can't be such a coincidence..."

"However, this box should not be in the hands of those people now."

"Who? What?"

"The real culprit who killed your parents."

Suddenly, the office phone rang inappropriately.

Martor, who hastily fled from the scene of the explosion, kept running out of the city.Not long ago he received a letter, along with a check for a considerable amount, stating that if he was willing to accept the next commission, the money would be his.

The commission is very simple, and he can even get revenge on the Canton lawyer he has hated for a long time.He was asked to do two things on the third night after the old earl's funeral.A Canton attorney's car was driven from his home back to the gate of the firm, and he went to the showroom of the San Lorenzo Church to get a manuscript box, and asked him to put the manuscript box on the stone pillar at the entrance of the Vasari Corridor early the next morning side.Attached to the letter is a floor plan of the second floor of the church and a drawing of the style of the manuscript box.

But the explosion completely changed the nature of this matter. The manuscript box tightly held in his arms was the only bargaining chip.However, what he didn't expect was that the police came sooner than the negotiations.

"Hello, San Lorenzo Church Research Office, my assistant Song Nian, may I ask who you are?"

"Lenza Police Station, Officer Mark. The suspect in the arson case last night has just been brought to justice, and you need to come over and make the necessary verification and identification."

"Okay, we'll be right over."

The Lunza Police Department hadn't been this busy for a long time, but in just one night, it directly completed the crime indicators for a quarter.The director was also in a state of desperation, and his subordinate police officers were busy all night without closing their eyes.Officer Mark received Song Nian and his wife at the door.

"The suspect's name is Martor Esposito, who has just passed the interrogation. According to his confession, he explained that the source of the fire in the showroom was the match used for lighting when he broke the window and entered the room to search for items. It started a fire."

"Is there nothing else?" Song Zhiyu, who was sitting on the side, asked.

"He seemed to be holding something in his arms, but he was still unwilling to take it out. The resistance was very fierce, but he cooperated with our interrogation, so we temporarily locked him in a single cell."

"What about the bombing in front of Mill's law firm? What did he say?" This time it was Song Nian.

"Admit that he drove the car, but he knew nothing about the bomb." Officer Mark obviously looked a little helpless, because there was really no evidence that Martor was lying.

Song Zhi saw that Song Nian seemed to be in a trance, and he was afraid of delaying work, so he said, "Thank you, Officer Mark, is there any procedure to go through?"

"Oh, there are some procedural documents. After you confirm that there are no mistakes, sign the above, and the arson case will be closed."

Song Nian suddenly said, "I want to visit Martor. I don't know what procedures need to be done."

"Ah?" Mark was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he met the victim and the suspect using the word visitation. "There is no formality, I can take you there, but I need to be present the whole time."

"Excuse me, officer."

"I'm just a police officer, that's all my duty, come with me."

Martor was in handcuffs, even though he was in a single cell, he still looked restless, shaking his legs habitually, his eyes wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.In a daze, he heard someone calling his name, "Mator! Mator! Someone is here to see you."

"Song Nian...why did you come here?" Martor just turned his head and glanced, and didn't speak any more.

"Give me the box, I believe the matter of the bomb has nothing to do with you." Through the railing, Song Nian said calmly and sincerely, just like he used to feel.

"I don't even know who that is. I've admitted everything I've done. The fire was an accident caused by me, but the bombing, I was used." Martor repeated the lines he said .

"You can continue to hesitate, if you don't care whether Crewe and your wife are safe."

"What do you mean?" Martor's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Literally, there is no threat." Song Nian turned and leaned against the iron railing, waiting for the other party's reply.

"In the third admonition room of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, there is a partition under the seat that can be moved."

"Thank you."

The sound of footsteps faded away, and the cell was once again calm.

"Officer Mark, someone will give you an explanation about the details of the case later."

Coming out of the police station, Song Zhiyu followed Song Nian closely, for fear that the latter would run away.I also want to thank the intricate topography in the city of Lenza. The two of them shuttled through the crowded alleys, most of which were basically not exposed to sunlight except at noon.He successfully found the manuscript box in the admonishment room. There was a dazzling ruby ​​inlaid on the lid, and the whole fir box was covered with olive branches.

Song Zhiyu held it in his hand and looked at it unconsciously for a while, looking at this diamond-shaped back cut gem, he always felt a little familiar.Seeing him in a daze, Song Nian pulled the box out of the opponent's hand.

"I don't think you've heard of the surname Fanzhuo for the first time." Song Zhiyu was about to say something when he was interrupted by Song Nian, "I'm going to see them next time. If there are no accidents, your mother and Father's death was all ordered by them behind the scenes. After going out from here, go to No. 12 Kelin Street, and I gave you the key before."

"How can I find you?"

"Protect yourself, I'm not important." Song Nian touched the latter's head, his hair was limp, and everything felt familiar, time seemed to be dragged back to the day when he stayed up all night to catch up on the draft, Song Nian was by the bed He stroked Song Zhiyu's soft hair.

Looking at Song Nian's back, Song Zhiyu felt that he had made a mistake.

If you lose Song Nian, you will really have nothing.

<Outskirts of Lenza>

At the end of the Vasari Corridor, the old palace of the Vantic family.The wall is tall and thick, with a net of a prosperous past, and it has attracted the attention of countless people since it was erected.Separated by a wall, separated is a life that is like clouds and mud.The houses outside the walls are still more than ten years ago. Although they look dilapidated on the outside, it is enough to live with a little rest inside, but the low rent makes many farmers who work in factories live here temporarily.

Song Nian's destination was beyond this wall.Without saying hello, he pushed open the door and smelled the smell of gasoline.

"Meet you again," Song Nian greeted familiarly, and a familiar face slowly appeared from the darkness, "Ville Vatican."

"It doesn't look like you're surprised."

"Tell me about your next arrangements."

"You have to die," Weier put his fingertips together, "what those old guys mean."

"Let's get started." Song Nian spread his hands with relief.

Will turned on the lighter, and everything in the house was shrouded in flames.He went out and looked at the black figure at the corner not far away, who nodded and disappeared into the burning black smoke.

<12 Crean Street>

After Song Zhiyu opened the door, he found that the room was frighteningly dark, and the curtains seemed to have not been drawn for a long time.If it wasn't for the lack of dust, he even thought that this place hadn't been visited for 800 years.Before he could go upstairs, he heard a knock at the door. It was Cosimo.The latter is very familiar, from helping Song Qiuyuan in the hospital to disliking Song Nian for being careless in making friends, Song Zhiyu found it rare to relax.

As time went by, Song Zhiyu's anxiety became more and more intense. This anxiety started after he came out of the church and continued until now.As he pondered in his mind, Cosimo's voice gradually became softer.

Martor...the manuscript box...the rhombus-shaped ruby...no, all of this is too logical, as if someone had arranged it long ago.And that gemstone, why is there a familiar feeling when you see it.

He remembered that what he was familiar with was a mural.On the dome of the hall of Shani Theater, the waiter beside Beauty God held a manuscript box with an identical jewel on it.Propaganda with □□ righteousness can be called 'eternal existence'.

As soon as Cosimo turned around, he saw that Song Zhiyu suddenly pushed open the door like crazy and ran out.

"Mr. Xiao Song! Where are you going!"

From the nervousness when I found out the mistake at the beginning, it slowly turned into fear.He didn't know what Song Nian was going to face, and he didn't know whether his belated discovery could save him. He hated this feeling of ignorance.Song Zhiyu searched aimlessly in the city for a long time, but he couldn't find Song Nian.

"Hey, looking at the thick black smoke, I'm afraid the old house on the outskirts of the city caught fire again."

Song Zhiyu, who had traveled almost all over the city, suddenly heard someone say this, glanced at the thick smoke in the distance, and ran towards the outskirts of the city without thinking.He hoped that what he did was stupid enough to be laughed at by Song Nian when he went back at night.

When he stood in front of the burning old house, the fire was raging.Residents around were scrambling to put out the fire, and they were all complaining about why the house, which had not been lived in for many years, suddenly caught fire. It is said that there were still people in the house at that time, and they looked quite young.Song Zhiyu looked at the fire in front of him, as if the fire had not been extinguished the night Song Qiu left the world.Until people found half a silver brooch that melted from the whitened ashes, Song Zhiyu could tell that it was a honeysuckle flower.

Looking at the people in front of me cleaning up the scene after the fire, I felt a strong sense of unreality in my heart. Sitting on the ground, with my face buried in my arms, I curled up into a ball, feeling that every gust of wind was taking away the remaining temperature. Like a child exiled from the universe.

"Song Zhiyu, didn't I tell you to stay at home?" A familiar voice came from behind, but he didn't dare to turn his head for a moment.

"What's the matter, let me see," Song Nian walked up to him, knelt down and looked at him, "I'm crying again." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

When Song Nian's icy fingertips touched his cheek again, Song Zhiyu's five senses returned to normal. He felt that the fire seemed to have burned through the sunset and his cheeks, so he slapped Song Nian's hand away. Wipe away the tears.

"I just thought I was the only one attending the graduation ceremony."

"Is there an invitation letter?"

"No, and the fare is at your own expense."

"There is one advantage of living longer, that is, more money."

Two people, one sitting and the other squatting, looked at each other and smiled.

When the sun sets, it is the reunion of day and night.

[Perfect ending, achieved]