Death Spell

Chapter 177

In the yard, the snow-covered peach blossom tree reflected the moonlight. Two tall figures stood under the tree. The snow on the branches slid down to the ground, making slight noises.Only then did Anya realize in a daze that she was still in Tang Song's arms, and also realized that the woman beside her had been silent since she heard that she couldn't see anything.

Anya straightened up, raised her hand to straighten her broken hair, "It's so late, I haven't slept yet, are you hungry?"

Afraid that she would fall again, Tang Song reached out to support her, but did not deny it: "I am a little hungry, but not particularly hungry."

Anya heard Tang Song's tone of embarrassment, and said softly: "You can't stay hungry overnight, it's not good for your health, just wait a moment... I'll go and make you something to eat."

"You..." Tang Song stared carefully at Anya's deep eyes, "How about...you tell me where the kitchen is, and I can make something myself."

"It doesn't matter. We are all guests here. You can wait for me over there first." Anya found the direction she came from, raised her hand and pointed: "Over there, just wait for a while, things will be fast."

Tang Song looked at her back as she went away, for some reason, he couldn't refuse her arrangement, and raised his hand to cover his heart, here...why is there a dull pain?

She came to the place Anya pointed out, and the surrounding wooden buildings exuded a faint scent of sandalwood. Tang Song reached out and brushed the tables and chairs, which turned out to be made of ebony wood.

There are several paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall. At first glance, I thought it was a masterpiece of a famous teacher. The painting style is as delicate as water, and the ink characters are elegant. The red seal of the signature shocked Tang and Song Dynasties slightly.

It is the word "Ya" in seal script.

"Ya..." Tang Song held his chin and stared carefully at the painting in front of him, especially the word Ya.

Is this ya, is that ya?

The door of the room was pushed open, and Tang Song heard the sound and saw the woman in white walking from outside. Although her eyes were not focused, she seemed to be very familiar with the surrounding things.

The Tang and Song Dynasties knew clearly that the inner world of those who cannot see is bright.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, "I've been waiting for a long time, are you hungry?"

"Not at all. The calligraphy and paintings here are very delicately arranged," Tang Song said apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot, you... can't see it."

Anya shook her head, carefully placed the food in her hand on the table, and said leisurely: "I am not unfamiliar with the decoration here, and my eye disease is only a recent thing."

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, not knowing what to respond for a while, only feeling sorry.

"It's not advisable to eat too greasy food at night. I cooked the noodles and eat them while they are hot."

Tang Song nodded, sat on the table, looked at the shape of the bowl of noodles, and was in a daze for a moment.

Anya heard Tang Song sit down, but did not hear the sound of chopsticks moving, "What's wrong?"

The fragrance of the noodles blowing towards the face, as well as the shape of the noodles, just looking at... Tang Song's heart felt sore.A tear ran down his cheek, and he immediately wiped it away without a trace.

Tang Song raised his head, his vision was a little blurry, but he stared at Anya's outline carefully, "I don't know, what's wrong with me, can you tell me, who are you...?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, even if I tell you now, you will forget it." A faint smile flashed across Anya's lips, "Don't force yourself, eat quickly, the noodles will taste bad after a while, and it will unhappy."

Is it because her smile is too beautiful, or is this word familiar, Tang Song also laughed: "Why...will you be unhappy on this side?"

"Naturally." Anya said lightly, "Food also has feelings, and it will only be delicious if you cherish it."

Hearing what she said, Tang and Song didn't respond anymore, but ate the bowl of noodles without any leftovers.After being hungry for so long, it is reasonable to say that she has already been hungry, but the taste of this bowl of noodles aroused her appetite.It's strange, from the moment the noodle is in the mouth, it seems that this taste has appeared in the taste buds countless times.

She couldn't help but not eat, and there was a feeling that she was still unsatisfied.

Anya sat aside, quietly listening to Tang Song eating, until she heard her put the chopsticks aside, reached out to touch the tissue and handed it to her.

Tang Song took the tissue and said thank you, a figure flashed across her memory, forcing her to raise her hand to grab it, but it landed gently on Anya's face.

The ice-cold under the palm, the excited Tang Song looked surprised, and raised his eyebrows: "I don't just know you, right?"

Anya lowered her eyebrows and said nothing.

"who are you?"

Even if Tang Song has forgotten many things, he still knows his character well.And at this moment... She was very eager to know the name of the person in front of her.She knew that she was very rude, but when her palm covered the cheek of the woman in front of her, it seemed to be stuck, and she didn't want to leave.

It seems to have been very familiar with this person, very familiar.

If it was really such a familiar person, Tang Song didn't understand why he had no impression at all.If she had no impression, would she feel this way?

Tang Song's words and this action evoked incomparable thoughts and memories in Anya's heart, and her eyes were a little absent-minded.

"It's getting late, let's go back to rest early. I heard from Xuan Luo...you're not in good health." Anya raised her hand to cover the back of Tang Song's hand, and took her hand off her face.

The two hands held each other until they were separated, but they were filled with too much reluctance and reluctance.

Tang Song realized his impoliteness, rubbed his fingertips together and took them back, nodded: "It's getting late, I've delayed you for so long, you should go to bed earlier."

"Ah."

"Thank you for the noodles, it's delicious."

"As long as you like it."

"……Good night."

"Good night."

Anya stood at the door, listening to the sound of Tang Song leaving, Anya tightly clenched the corners of her mouth, her body leaned against the door frame, but she still couldn't stop the trembling of her lips and shoulders.

"Sang Xie..."

After Anya called softly, her body was held in Sang Xie's arms.

"Why do you have to hold on?" Sang Xie frowned.

Anya let out a "ha" with reddened eyes, tightly clenched Sang Xie in her arms, and said, "So what if I say it? I've been thinking recently, it would be fine if she completely forgot about me. This way..."

"Where is it?" Sang Xie knew what Anya was going to say, interrupted her, and continued: "I can see that she has not really forgotten you, we will always find a way. But before that, I don't allow you Thoughts of death."

"Okay." Anya closed her eyes, and replied weakly, "Listen to you."

……

On the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, City S was still brightly lit as always, and the whole city was shrouded in neon lights.

Xuan Luo and Jiang You stood under an apartment building, the surrounding was very quiet and there were no people around.She stared at the darkened window upstairs, her brows slightly closed.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang You followed suit, not knowing which room Xuan Luo was staring at.

Xuan Luo glanced at the sky, the moon was blocked by tall buildings, and the question was not answered: "What time is it?"

Jiang You knew that Xuan Luo didn't have the habit of wearing a watch, so he raised his wrist and glanced at it: "It's 02:30 in the morning, maybe you're asleep?"

Xuan Luo pointed at the window of Fang Min's house, and said calmly, "Help me see if anyone is inside?"

Jiang You took a few steps back, staring at the window of Fang Min's house, and with a wave of her wrist, a black butterfly flew away, stopped on the balcony, found a gap and slipped in. She stood there with her eyes closed, and opened her eyes after a while. .

"There is no one in the room."

After hearing the answer, Xuan Luo walked in directly, took the elevator to the door of Fang Min's house, and opened the door with the key.

Seeing that she had the key to open the door, Jiang You was puzzled and asked, "Why do you still have the key..." Xuan Luo raised his hand to interrupt the latter words.

"Someone else has been here before." Xuan Luo's voice was a little cold, and she, who saw the night as the day, saw that the surrounding furnishings were still as clean and tidy as ever, and the thick stack of materials on the coffee table was a little messy, which looked very eye-catching.

"How can you be sure that the person who came here is a bad person? It might be a colleague, or..."

Xuan Luo stood on the spot, hooked his finger lightly, and the document floated to him from there, before responding: "Don't you know that like attracts like, and people are divided into groups? Smell is like the magnetic field of people. This smell, in my It seems that she is clearly not the same kind of person as she is." As he spoke, he gently flipped through the information with his fingertips, and looking at the contents inside, Xuan Luo frowned slightly.

Another file was opened, and another file was filled with information about the deceased.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she didn't continue, Jiang You asked curiously.

"The people here..." Xuan Luo closed the documents one by one, returned to the original position with a flick of his hand, and said calmly: "...someone told her about my identity."

"Ok?"

Xuan Luo looked back at Jiang You in a bad mood, ignoring her curiosity, and said: "Use your Gu butterfly to find this taste, let's talk as we walk."

Hearing these four words while walking, Jiang You nodded, summoned a black Gu butterfly, circled in the air, and flew towards the other side.

"over there."

The two disappeared in place, and in the empty room, it seemed that nothing had happened.

Jiang You and Xuan Luo quickly moved in the same direction. Jiang You never worried about other people's lives, but was a little worried about Xuan Luo's body.

"No matter what happens in a while, leave it to me, you are not allowed to use the mirror indiscriminately, do you hear me?"

Xuan Luo glanced at her, nodded slightly and said calmly: "She is a policeman."

Jiang You didn't expect this topic to start like this, followed by "um", staring at the Gu butterfly guiding the direction in the distance, and listened attentively.

"And the information on the table is all about the people I have killed, and... the smell in the room, if I'm not wrong, it should belong to the murderer."

Jiang You, who was confused, said "ah?", "I can say, didn't I understand?"

"Her sister was killed when she was very young. In this matter, I can say that she and I have the same experience." Xuan Luo stared at the crescent moon in the night sky with a pair of cold eyes, "The difference is that the murderer She was caught, and she became a policeman serving the people in order to prevent many people from being similarly hurt. But I... for my own selfishness and reluctance, I have been helping the murderer who killed my sister to hurt the person I care about the most.”

Jiang You: "..."

"Because of some things, Yinchuan has been helping me keep an eye on a friend of hers, the woman who married the Guo family. You should also know her name is Lu Li. Yinchuan told me that she went to the prison some time ago, and the person who went to see her It was not someone else, but the murderer who killed the policeman's sister." Xuan Luoyue said that his frown deepened, "I asked Yinchuan to get the photocopied documents of the case back then, but I found a few problems in it."

"What is it?"

"The murderer claimed that his wife took her daughter and ran away with others because she thought he was poor. He couldn't accept this fact. He happened to be drunk that day and saw that the deceased was very similar to his daughter. Sad, I killed her by mistake, the judge thought it was an inadvertent mistake for him to drink, and he sincerely repented, and was finally sentenced to life imprisonment." Xuan Luo said with a sneer, "But in the photos I saw, I felt that the murderer's methods It was clean and neat, and there were no clues left at the scene, a temporary idea, how could there be nothing left?"

"In that case, how could you be caught?"

"Because the elder sister of the deceased found a pair of gloves from a trash can in an alley according to the habits of younger sisters. However, the gloves themselves were very clean and there were no fingerprints, but there was a mark of different shades on the ground. She suspects that the murderer stepped on something when he threw the glove, and fingerprints should be caught on the wall. The so-called Skynet is so meticulous that it really caught the murderer." For this case, Xuan Luo admired Fang Min very much. The calmness when losing a loved one, but the brows are slightly lowered, "And the murderer, as if he knew he would be caught, was drunk when he was caught, so he had the defense later. But I think it's all just pretending." Afterwards, I asked Yinchuan to monitor his every move, and he told me that the murderer had been doing well in prison, and it was found that he had cancer, so he applied to go home for the elderly, and he seemed to be approved."

From the above description, the murderer has already been positioned in Jiang You's mind, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You mean..."

Xuan Luo nodded: "Yinchuan investigated the cell where he lived, and the briefings under the pillow were all from the deceased's sister, who was the owner of the house just now. I was thinking... a professional killer with obsession, how could he Those who catch him will not be spared."

"Then what does this have to do with the person you killed, and what does it have to do with her friends." Jiang You followed Xuan Luo's footsteps and asked, "Everything has a purpose. I can't figure out what that person is?"

Xuan Luo snorted disapprovingly and said: "The purpose? I know it very well."

……

Back in the room, Tang Song, who had been tossing and turning on the pillow, was breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat leaked from his forehead, and the red line appeared between his brows, as if a voice had been ringing around his ears, making Tang Song unable to hear clearly .

"...What?" She murmured, as if she was asking someone again.

The ethereal voice seemed to be a chord generated in the air, disturbing Tang Song, who was restless, opened his eyes as if awakened suddenly, and stared straight at the ceiling.

"... Yu... Linglong."

……

In the mountains and forests beside the Liudai River, a black figure that was moving quickly stopped suddenly and turned around in one direction.

"Finally... woke up."