The villain is being forced to whitewash again

The madam's sudden death was as if she had just drank a handful of water a second ago, and when she raised her head, she was shocked to see an endless desert.

Behind him, Liu Linlin chased after him. At first he didn't understand what happened again, but he was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word. I can't remember how many times this happened. no end.

died?It's dead!Is there any mistake, is it so easy and simple to kill a person in Luoyan Mountain Villa, which is feared by everyone in the martial arts?

It took a long time to regain the ability to speak, eager to test whether the pulse can be saved, but the result is obviously self-evident, and the successive deaths make people feel angry.

"It must be Gu Xurong who killed the owner's wife! Although I knew that my thoughts were vicious, I didn't expect to be so devoid of conscience. Damn it!"

Qin Shi faintly noticed something was wrong.

This is the second time in a day that I subconsciously stroke my chin with my fingers, and every time I do this, I often have an interesting discovery.

But he didn't tell others about this discovery immediately, even Liu Linlin didn't take it into consideration, he could try it, but he knew it would definitely become much more dangerous.

If you can solve it yourself, try not to bother others. No one has to bear the consequences for his actions.

The master joked and seemed to have said earnestly, "Human beings are fragile creatures that are as fragile as glass, and they are different from us, the favored ones who are rewarded by God for food." '

Oh, what a godlike speech, he rolled his eyes, continued to hold the last chicken leg on the plate with his chopsticks, and wailed when his plan to divert the topic and change his attention failed.

It's just that although the indifference seems to be inappropriate, it is actually an escape from reality that I don't want to face. I don't think it's all fake. I feel more and more like an old man with half a foot in the loess. tiredness.

Even though this burgeoning belief seemed so remote, he remained silent.

After being on the verge of death, they will be revived in a way that God finds interesting, while others are undoubtedly committing suicide slowly, more like a small bubble that bursts with a pop without leaving any traces.

Perhaps the best way to survive is not to have more relationships in the previous world, but Liu Linlin...

Qin Shi's fingers couldn't help rubbing, the gentle touch when they trusted each other before recalling, was gentle enough to make people nostalgic and reluctant, and even vaguely tasted the thick sweetness like honey, which couldn't be melted even if soaked in water.

But that's all, the master's words are always bound and flashing warnings frequently.

He persuaded himself once again, standing here with the whole person, not standing here completely, but with a damned calmness, more sanctimonious than any other time.

That feeling came again, Liu Linlin stared blankly at Qin Shi, a Qin Shi who seemed to know him but had never talked to him before, God, he was going crazy.

Inexplicably sad and astringent like mildew, only half an arm’s distance away makes it difficult to breathe, does not meet the criteria of instant gratification, but it’s like a fool who plunges into it, what he wants to keep most is the bubble of dreams .

The young man wanted to try to fall in love with him, oh, expressing his love to a hard wall, while his heart beat faster, his face blushed and he might even faint, Liu Linlin suddenly wanted to laugh, so silly, alas, so silly.

Maybe I can just sit on the ground and look at the wall, maybe it will be a long time, maybe one day I will suddenly have life and smile to myself, quietly waiting for a beautiful dream that makes people sigh and look forward to.

Someone ended the torture that tortured everyone first. Qin Shi said to the personal servant girl who was still weeping in the room: "Why did the owner's wife die?"

The maid cried: "When I came back from serving breakfast, I saw my wife collapsed in a chair, the poisoned wine was flowing on the floor and smoking. I... I don't know who killed my wife."

Qin Shi said: "Liu Linlin, go with the maidservant and tell Yang Luo about this matter and let him handle it."

Just when Liu Linlin was about to leave the room, Qin Shi suddenly pressed his shoulders, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "... On the way, hold the other party for as long as possible."

There was doubt in his eyes, and he really wanted to ask Qin Shi why he gave such an order, but when he blinked, the doubt disappeared in an instant and he returned to calm.

No matter what, it must be intentional. As for what it is, I will naturally tell myself, and all I need to do at this time is to believe.

"I see, now go to Yang Luo."

Qin Shi was the only one left in the house soon.

Walking in front of the madam, he brushed his fingers lightly over the table beside her, and indeed he touched a scratch mark, beside the madam's hanging hand, half of the fingernail of the index finger was broken, and half of it fell off lying on the ground. nails.

From just now, he felt weird.

Madam was poisoned to death. It stands to reason that there should be violent struggles, but she died very relaxed. It seems that this kind of thing has been expected to happen. The only struggle is this mark on the table. Neglect, if you don't check it deliberately, most people won't notice it at all.

He didn't think it was just Madam's unconscious action, and he always felt that it seemed to be referring to something, but what was it referring to?

The palm caressed the slight scratches on the table, and the fingers slid to a certain place along the traces, and the eyes also lifted up, and saw a decorative bookshelf placed in the middle of the room as a screen.

Walking over to look at the bookshelf with all kinds of books and antiques in front of him, there was nothing strange at first glance, it was just a very ordinary decoration at best, but he didn't let it go.

After looking carefully, I finally saw a collection of poems in the third row that was a little different from other books. The difference was that among all the books on the shelf, it was the only one that was placed upside down.

I took out this collection of poems and opened it, and flipped through it from beginning to end, but there was nothing to gain. I couldn't see the hinted words outlined or anything falling out of it. Could it be that my guess was wrong?

He frowned, no, there must be something here, if it wasn't in the poetry collection, could it be...on the bookshelf?

Putting down the collection of poems in his hand, he turned his attention to the hollow of the bookshelf where the collection of poems was taken away. He kept groping in the corners with his hands, but still found nothing.

At this moment, he suddenly realized something, squatted down on one knee, and looked through the hole in the bookshelf. Through the thin rectangular hole, he saw a portrait of a Bodhisattva hanging alone on the wall.

really.

Qin Shi's eyes became serious. He got up from the ground and walked to the portrait. He stretched out his hand and lifted the portrait. There was still an empty wall.

Pressing the hand on it, the wall is solid and there is no mechanism or hidden compartment. It is speculated that it has reached a deadlock again, but the mood becomes more and more tense. Almost within reach!

Putting the portrait down again, he took a few steps back, and calmly looked at the portrait of the Bodhisattva in front of him, not letting go of the slightest bit, frowning, as if the air was about to stagnate at this moment, where is it...

All of a sudden, the gaze was still and did not look at anything else, and just stayed on the Bodhisattva's face tightly. The Bodhisattva's eyes... were not looking directly at the face, and the eyeballs... seemed to be... glancing to the left!

left side...

Turning his head slowly, following the angle of the eyes of the Bodhisattva in the portrait, he came to the left side of the half of the room. It was a wall with windows, and a light yellow curtain was hung on the side. In the corner was a Slender large vase.

Walking to the wall and groping for the wall, knocking left and right little by little, solid, solid still solid dull sound.

Going down, I tapped my fingers on the floor, put my ears on the wooden board on the ground, closed my eyes and listened quietly, hoping to hear the expected sound.

Not far from the vase, there was a dull sound that was different from before. Although it was not very clear, the hollow sound made him suddenly open his eyes.

found it!

He moved the slender and heavy vase to reveal the dusty ground below, took out a dagger from his body, inserted it into the gap between the wooden boards and lifted the wooden boards on the ground, and the wooden boards were broken apart smoothly.

Sure enough, the bottom is not solid land, but a deep rectangular hole is hidden, and an invisible thing is lying in the dark deep hole.

He reached in and just picked up the contents, but before he could see what it was, he heard Liu Linlin's shout from far outside the house.

"Ma'am is up ahead."

Qin Shi immediately knew that this was a reminder from Liu Linlin, and immediately took out the contents of the deep hole and hid them on his body, and put the wooden board and vase back in place to cover the rectangular deep hole.

When Yang Luo opened the door and came in, he was already standing at the original spot, so calm that he couldn't be more calm.

Seeing this, Liu Linlin who came in from behind was suddenly relieved. He was so nervous that he almost burned the whole plain. He groaned. How dare he do it under the eyes of the new owner of Luoyan Mountain Villa, and he might be killed. Crazy, really crazy.

Everyone would think so, but he was the only one willing to do so, and couldn't help moaning. This behavior was not smart at all, it was so stupid that it made people want to sigh.

As soon as Yang Luo came in, he subconsciously froze in place when he saw the death of the owner's wife, his already solemn face lost all color in an instant, his eyes turned black, his lips trembled, and he couldn't move at all. The soul was torn away.

The blue veins on the back of his hand bulged so that he would not fall to his knees weakly on the ground. He gasped for two low breaths, and the strength to support his body finally recovered.

He slowly took a step, and came to the dead mother step by step, knelt down, raised the cold hands that were no longer warm, and held them with both hands and gently pressed them against his forehead.

Like a little doll with a serious Oedipus complex, ready to cry at any time, oh, of course no one would dare to spit this thought out of their mouths, and then they would be met with cold and vicious eyes like swearing poisonously.

At this moment, this curse-like meaning is about to be personally experienced by someone.

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The lights are brightly lit at night, and there are guards everywhere stepping up their patrols, like a prison, where not a single bird can fly out, nor can an ant enter.

Yang Luo issued an order to seal off the entire Luoyan Mountain Villa, forcing out Gu Xurong who hadn't escaped yet. Naturally, the martial arts knights who had been invited before had no way to go out.

Being forced to stay in Luoyan Mountain Villa, looking at the guards with knives patrolling around, feeling the shadowy atmosphere hidden in every corner around him, he also became a prisoner in prison.

This oppressive and extremely uncomfortable atmosphere drives people crazy.

Qin Shi was still the same, drinking tea, taking a walk, reading, and even sleeping were much better than the first experience of staying in Luoyan Villa, and there was no sign of irritability or discomfort.

Liu Linlin didn't get an explanation, and was frustratingly absent.

Qin Shi seemed to be hiding something in his heart, hidden so deep that no one knew, but the overly calm state seemed to be lurking in the dark and waiting for something to surface when he could hit it with one blow A moment of opportunity.

Day by day, no one found any trace of Gu Xurong, as if the world had evaporated, and more and more guards were patrolling.

Yang Luo's complexion also became more and more ugly, his eyes were gloomy as if covered by an invisible layer of silt, and his attitude towards his subordinates became extremely cold-blooded, as if they were stepping on the soles of their feet.

This is really scary. It is not an exaggeration to say that if the desired result has not been obtained, no one knows whether it will become crazy and paranoid as time goes by.

Fortunately, the situation finally changed, and Gu Xurong was finally forced out.

He was forced to the morgue in a state of embarrassment. He suffered serious injuries and bled profusely. His clothes were tattered and he couldn't see the arrogant posture before.

The guards on the ground formed a circle, holding up the torches, and the burning flames illuminated the drowsy darkness, and there were many shadows lurking on the roof.

The martial arts masters are all standing here, they are invited, the person who invited them is none other than Yang Luo, it is self-evident that he wants Gu Xurong to die and has no dignity, let everyone know, How disgusting was the death of this illegitimate son who killed his biological father and adoptive mother.

This is the price he has to pay!

The closed door was opened, and Yang Luo's voice came out from inside, the tone didn't fluctuate, but it sounded so creepy.

"Gu Xurong, father and mother are in the room, let's have a last word with them."

Gu Xurong was driven to a corner and had no way out. He wanted to scold his mother but retched uncontrollably. The air became very still, only the sound of panting like a broken bellows.

Everyone watched, this scene was extremely cruel, but it was Yang Luo's most satisfying work in his life.

He turned around suddenly, and rushed in screaming like a dying beast, and when the lights went out, no sound could be heard.