Don't Forget Everything

Song Yilin broke the lock of the prison cell for a long time. A tube of copper shaft was covered with patterns, one grid after another, counting seven times horizontally, and each circle had seven small grids. It seemed to be some kind of clever design, but each grid The patterns and patterns are complex and similar, Song Yilin looked and looked, touched and touched, but for a long time he couldn't figure out any tricks.It stands to reason that no matter whether it is a clever board, a nine-link chain, or a gossip lock, it has its own rules to follow. As long as you know one thing, you can know everything. The lock can make him feel helpless.

Song Yilin twisted the copper shaft, and the clicking sound was different, each sound seemed to have a subtle difference, but they all seemed to be the same.

No matter how exquisite the mechanism is, it is not a seamless existence. If you search carefully, there will always be clues.What is the special meaning of the seven circles and seven small grids?

Song Yilin pulled the lock hanging outside from the prison, his arm was almost broken, the cell was dark, Song Yilin stared at the copper shaft for a long time but couldn't figure out what the patterns on it meant, there were some horizontal lines, some circles and some circles. There are long and short squares, but they don't match the gossip. It will take Song Yilin the rest of her life to figure out these patterns.

Song Yilin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated on the sound of the copper shaft turning. The child comes to the spirit, that's it!It works!

Song Yilin found the trick, and the movements in his hands became faster, and after a short while, he finished seven laps, and then heard the sound of a click.Song Yilin was overjoyed, and just about to unlock it, she heard footsteps outside.

After a while, someone came, and Lin Ya sent another person in, and locked him in the cell next to Lin Ya.

"Hey, Brother Lin, how long are you going to lock me up? I didn't kill anyone!" Song Yilin yelled a few times, but Lin Ya left more and more hurriedly, obviously not wanting to say anything more to Song Yilin.

The person finally left, Song Yilin opened the copper shaft, stepped out of the cell with a big stride, and was about to leave.Song Yilin didn't really want to escape from prison, but just wanted to go back and send a message to Wenran and Wuwangzhai, and then she would come back by herself.If he really ran away, he was afraid of hurting Wenran.

But just a few steps out of the cell, when he turned around and passed by the cell next door, he saw Wei Lin standing inside and looking at him.

"Uncle Lin?" Song Yilin was completely stunned, "Why are you here? You were the one who was sent in by Lin Ya just now? What happened? Something happened to Wuwangzhai?"

Wei Lin looked at Song Yilin, sighed, and said, "I heard Brother Song sold me out? Just give me a full confession without execution."

"Me? Betrayed Uncle Lin? No, Uncle Lin. I haven't seen a single person since I came in. There isn't even a guard in this prison. Who should I tell? Besides, what should I tell? Tell me, What is this! I was arrested by Lin Ya without knowing anything."

"Today, Mr. Wen came to Wuwangzhai to report. I sent someone to inquire, but everyone in the government office was silent, so I had to come by myself. I waited for an hour in the inner hall of the government office. People took me down and said Brother Song had confessed, you were the one who assassinated the eldest son of the Cai family, and I was the one behind the scenes."

"What?! Is Gao Jin insane? Did I kill Mr. Cai, or was he entrusted by you? Why? We have no grievances with the Cai family, so why kill his son?"

Wei Lin actually still had a smile on his face at this time, and said: "Why? Naturally, it is to provoke the relationship between the Yuan family and the Cai family, so as to benefit from it."

"Gao Jin is just watching the show, isn't he? Killing someone, sowing discord? The Yuan family and the Cai family still need someone to provoke? The two of them have been fighting each other for more than 30 years, it seems like no one knows!" Song Yi said. The anger came up, what kind of mess is this?Out of anger, Song Yilin wanted to remove the lock on the door of Wei Lin's cell, but it was of the same standard as the one that locked him. It was quite troublesome to unlock, and he needed to calm down, "It's this damn thing again? Where is Gao Jin?" Did you get it?"

"Don't bother, just stay here in the prison with peace of mind."

"Uncle Lin?" Song Yilin held the copper shaft in his hand, should the lock be pried or not?

Wei Lin smiled and waved his hands: "There's no need to bother. Gao Jin has nothing to gain, and he won't embarrass me for no reason, let alone frame him. Besides, Wuwangzhai is a property under my name. False, but you Song Yilin, does anyone know that you are from Wuwangzhai? The fact that we can put this situation in this way is to ask us to be honest. This lock is the best proof."

"Uncle Lin, what do you mean, do you know who harmed us?"

Wei Lin shook his head: "Guess."

"Guo Mengying?"

Wei Lin still shook his head: "Gao Jin has something to fall into Guo Mengying's hands?"

Song Yilin opened her mouth: "Uncle Lin, are you asking me? I still want to ask you."

Wei Lin smiled: "If you come here, let's be safe. Gao Jin didn't torture you to extract a confession, and he didn't torture me, but locked him in directly, because he had other plans."

Song Yilin thought about it, Wuwangzhai, what can he plan?

"Young Master Wei? Are they here for Young Master Wei?" Song Yilin became anxious, "Then shouldn't we leave earlier?"

"I've sent a letter to Young Master Wei from Feiying. Don't make any troubles right now. Let's see what tricks Gao Jin wants to play."

Song Yilin took two steps: "Uncle Lin, what about Wen Ran? Is he okay?"

"Mr. Wen should still be in Wuwangzhai, don't worry, Duofu will take care of him."

Song Yilin sighed, "No, I'm still worried. I'll go and see him, and I'll come back right away."

Wei Lin called Song Yilin to a stop: "Come back!"

"Uncle Lin, if I don't run away, I will come whenever I go."

"You can't get out. There are no guards in this prison, but there are ten steps and one post outside. Do you still want to run?"

Song Yilin frowned: "The servants in the government office are very ordinary. Don't say they want to stop me. They won't even notice me. Don't worry."

"Come back. Those are not government servants. If you go out, you will either be hacked to death with random knives or shot to death with random arrows."

Song Yilin turned around, stared at Wei Lin for a long time, then suddenly reached out and twisted the copper shaft lock, opened the prison door, walked in, and asked, "Uncle Lin, did you lie to me just now?"

Wei Lin frowned, but didn't answer.

"You know who set it up. You also know why. It's not Guo Mengying, right?"

Wei Lin still didn't answer.

Song Yilin scratched his head and scratched his head as he thought about it, and suddenly Fuzhi made a blind guess: "The person who came to look for Wei Shao that day? The person in the carriage? Fuyuan Inn? Who is it?"

The smile on Wei Lin's face suddenly disappeared: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask."

Song Yilin instantly sensed a murderous look on Wei Lin's body.Wei Lin always had a smile on his face. Although it was fake for a long time, he was always kind to Wuwangzhai himself.Wei Chuyue occasionally had anger and murderous intent, but this was the first time Song Yilin noticed it in Wei Lin.

"Uncle Lin? I have followed Wei Shao and you for more than ten years..."

Wei Lin's face relaxed, and he smiled softly: "Just stay at ease. When Wei Shao comes back, we can go out naturally."

"When will Wei Shao come back?"

Wei Lin shook his head: "I don't know."

Song Yilin held back for a long time, and finally sat down: "Wen Ran must be worried to death."

"Mr. Wen is in Wuwangzhai, and nothing will happen." Wei Lin sat next to Song Yilin and patted him on the shoulder, "We are all trapped in the government office, so Wuwangzhai will naturally be on guard. Mr. Wen is very smart, Know that no news is good news. You, you should trust him more."

Song Yilin bowed her head, sighed repeatedly, and played with the copper shaft lock in her hand, digging on the lock with her fingernails, as if trying to remove all seven circles and seven grids.

***

At night, the falcon flew back again, even earlier than Han Muchuan, the writing on the letter was from Xia Yuan, saying that Wei Lin was also detained in the government office.

Wei Chuyue concluded almost immediately that it was not Guo Mengying who detained Song Yilin and Wei Lin.

Since it wasn't Guo Mengying who could entrust Gao Jin to obey his orders, there is only one person in Biancheng now.

When Han Muchuan came back, he saw Wei Chuyue standing alone in the courtyard, looking at the sky, as if he could see through the clouds and see the moon and the stars.

"I'm back." Wei Chuyue suddenly looked back and smiled at Han Muchuan.

"I'm back." Han Muchuan couldn't help but stepped forward and embraced Wei Chuyue, wrapping him in his arms.

Wei Chuyue stretched out his arms and hugged Han Muchuan, Wei Chuyue wanted to tell him that he had a very unhappy day and was inexplicably lonely, thinking about him all the time, but the more he thought about it, the lonelier he became.

Wei Chuyue didn't say anything, Han Muchuan seemed to feel it, and hugged him tighter.

After a long time, Wei Chuyue asked, "Is your injury okay?"

"I'm fine. As you expected, Xuanjian Villa treats me like a distinguished guest. I will finish what you told me. Just to avoid the suspicion of the people in Xuanjian Villa, I have to go back before dawn."

"Yeah." Wei Chuyue nodded with a smile, "You've had your fill at Xuanjian Villa, did you bring me something to eat?"

While talking, Wei Chuyue had already touched the small bag pinned to the back of Han Muchuan's waist.

"Let me see what you brought me." Wei Chuyue let go of Han Muchuan, and walked into the farmhouse with a small bundle.

Tonight, Wei Chuyue still did not light the lamp.

"Osmanthus cake, almond cake, that's it?"

"The wound on your body, stop being fishy and greasy."

Wei Chuyue curled his lips, looking unhappy.

Han Muchuan walked up to Han Chongwen, looked down, and suddenly froze. Han Chongwen was dead, he had no breath, and his body was completely cold.

Wei Chuyue held a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, but didn't eat it. He looked at Han Muchuan without saying a word.

Han Muchuan sat beside Han Chongwen for a long time, and finally turned around and sat next to Wei Chuyue.

"He told you what you wanted to know?"

Wei Chuyue was stunned for a moment before saying, "He doesn't know about some things."

Han Muchuan nodded: "So, I told you everything I know."

Wei Chuyue nodded.

Han Muchuan held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Can't he be spared?"

Wei Chuyue stopped talking again.

"After all, he is a grandmaster of a generation, and he died here, so quietly..."

"Han Muchuan, in your memory, among the people who died in front of you, which one can be regarded as the most spectacular death?"

Han Muchuan frowned, not knowing what to say.Perhaps what Wei Chuyue said is right at all, when a person dies, he dies, eight out of ten, nine times out of ten it is silent, there is no difference between the soul returning to heaven and the body returning to earth.But Han Muchuan still felt unjust, and suddenly felt aggrieved, and felt that Han Chongwen should complain.

But Han Muchuan couldn't blame Wei Chuyue.