Sword God is hard to catch

How much is a person worth?

This is a serious question.The answer to this question varies from person to person.

For example, in the hearts of [-]% of the people in Ming Dynasty, the emperor's old son is the giant panda, a national treasure that can't be exchanged for money, and the remaining [-]% are waiting for an opportunity to rebel or are waiting to be slaughtered in prison.For another example, no one is willing to ask for free gifts from beggars on the street, and the other party may be able to figure out whether it is worthwhile.For example, an ordinary child is worthless in the eyes of his parents, but worthless in the eyes of others, except for human traffickers.

So what about Sikong Zhaixing in Tan Ni's heart?

That is the value of a bowl of rice noodles, plus a plate of hairy crab at most.

To betray a friend is called betrayal, to betray a thief is called strategy.Thousands of years ago, our ancestors began to teach us that "the enemy has been identified, but the friend has not yet been determined, attracting friends to kill the enemy, and not contributing your own efforts", referred to as: killing with a knife.

On Yonghe Street, there were only two criminals who escaped from her nose that day, one was a killer and the other was a thief.To lure a killer to chase a thief...

Tan Ni lowered her head and gnawed on the hairy crab carefully, savoring it carefully. It was fragrant, spicy, and fresh... She felt her taste buds were excited, and her mood was rising steadily. She should have thrown Sikong out early. I ate millet cabbage for more than a month.She felt a little regretful, but her expression remained calm.

She was also a little pity that the killer didn't go after the thief.What's even more pity is that, like her, the killer has a face that can't read his thoughts.

After eating hairy crabs in the rice noodle shop, her legs, feet and taste buds were completely liberated. Tan Ni’s grievances for more than a month were finally swept away. After returning from the rainforest training, it feels like returning to the sunny world.

Especially when the case was safely handed over to Lu Xiaofeng.

"Detective Tan, hurry up." A familiar voice sounded behind her.

Tan turned his head and saw that the person who came was the young master of the Cheng family, Cheng Zhengdong.

There was a relaxed smile on Cheng Zhengdong's face, no longer the frowning and depression he had before, he greeted Tan Ni with a smile, and at a glance he saw a man in white clothes who was as indifferent as snow beside him, dressed in white clothes like snow, There is also a long sword with a black scabbard in a strange style stuck in the back.He arched his hands and said with a smile, "Master Ximen."

Ximen Chuixue nodded lightly, and then his eyes fell on a locust tree beside the road again.

Autumn is here, and as soon as the wind blows, the leaves of the pagoda tree will rustle and fall.

What Ximen Chuuxue was thinking, no one knew.Maybe he was lamenting the withering prosperity of life, maybe he just remembered the scene of the sword match with Tan Ni under the old locust tree in the small courtyard of the inn, maybe he didn't think about anything.

When Tan Ni and Cheng Zhengdong finished their brief conversation, Ximen Chuuxue was still looking at the tree.

Tan Ni followed his line of sight to look over, then turned to look at him again.She suddenly found that Ximen Chuuxue had changed. She found a kind of loneliness from him under the old locust tree that day, a kind of loneliness like looking up at a high mountain.He not only enjoys this loneliness, but also keeps looking for something that can make him get rid of it.

Today, this kind of loneliness is still there, even in this bustling city full of flowers and flowers, he is still like the ice and snow on a high mountain, indifferent, indifferent, and isolated from the world.But now this kind of loneliness exudes a faint warmth, it will not be lonely and cold, and it will not be absolute.

At least, he stood there, and she could hold him as long as she stretched out one hand.

How much is a person worth?

Tan Ni looked at him without blinking, and suddenly said, "Ximen Chuuxue."

Ximen Chuuxue turned her head, her clear and snowy eyes met her clear and deep black eyes.

Qin Ni said: "I will never betray you for a bowl of Guilin rice noodles, even if you add hairy crabs, even if you are extremely hungry."

Ximen Chuuxue was taken aback, and he suddenly smiled, that smile was like a snow lotus blooming on the Tianshan Mountain, with a coldness and a peerless brilliance, he said, "Okay."

Tan Ni said again: "But you can't elope with Lu Xiaofeng's confidante."

Ximen Chuixue said, "Okay."

Tan Ni said again: "You can't elope with anyone either."

Ximen Chuixue said, "Okay."

Qin Ni smiled.She seldom smiles, but when she smiles at this moment, it makes people feel that she is in a very happy mood, just like her rare brisk tone, she said: "In fact, it seems that none of Lu Xiaofeng's confidante is a good person. When the time comes, one will count as one. Just grab it."

Ximen Chuuxue also smiled, and he said, "...Okay."

The mountains are cool and the morning sun will rise.The leaves and grass were bent by the morning dew and swayed in the breeze.Dew drops slide down the edge along the veins, crystal clear and lovely, will not drop.

Suddenly a white shadow drifted past.

The leaf grass shook violently, and the dewdrops were thrown into the air, scattered by the morning wind, barely falling on the white robe of another white shadow.

The dew dripped into the white clothes, it was not wet, it was a little damp, but it didn't affect the master's speed at all.

There was a crisp sound of a bell in the wind, and it was as if one could see where the bell was hanging. A pair of wooden clogs wrapped two delicate snow-white toes, not heavy, but light like an elf in the wind.

The two white shadows quickly went away.

In the distance, it seems to hear a female voice that does not move but is crisp and clear: "Ximen Chuuxue, you are cheating. Give me back the skates."

Ximen Chuuxue's voice came from afar, and there seemed to be a bit of joy in the indifference, "I'm very curious, how do you take this for granted."

The voice of course: "If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools. Tools are also part of his skills."

Ximen Chuixue said: "Since that's the case, you can take it according to your ability."

……

After a long time, the clear girl rang again unmovingly: "Ximen Chuuxue, you already have a murder record, why are you robbing other people's property now? The one who robs is still the police. According to the law of the Ming Dynasty... you should be punished for multiple crimes. Immediately stop resisting, plead guilty and obey the law, and hand over the looted property.”

Ximen Chuuxue's voice was still calm, "If you spared this calculation effort, you might have already caught up with me."

As expected, Tan Ni saved the energy of calculation, and even the energy of speaking, his mouth was closed like a clam shell, and he chased after him with a blank expression.Ximen Chuuxue's speed was even faster.

The white figures of the two passed through the forest into the stream, erratic like ghosts.

The rainstorm is like a horse thief who broke into the village late at night, it came suddenly and went quickly.But after it came, everything was looted and changed by it.

The dilapidated window lattices were washed away from the dust, revealing their corrupt faces. They were crumbling, and when blown by the wind, they made a dying rattle sound.The utensils in the yard were scattered, and the weeds in the corners of the yard had been washed green like jasper.

The blood on the corpse has also been washed away, leaving dark blood stains mixed in the muddy soil, like the dark and dead soil on the road to the underworld.

There was no one in the house, and there was no one alive in the yard.

The bodies were put together and arranged in a shape.That is one character, no more, no less, it happens to be a clear and complete "Xi" character.

When Lu Xiaofeng saw the corpse and the writing, the surroundings were as quiet as a hell, there was no noise, only dead silence.Just like his own heart, dead, without fluctuation, without surprise.

Sikong Zhaixing was beside him, scratching his hair irritably, and said: "This is already the No.20 family, Lu Xiaofeng, the No.20 family. When will it end? Do you really want to go to that place?"

Lu Xiaofeng's face was very serious, the first of the three things he hated the most was murder.

But now someone killed someone in front of him, 21 families, 130 lives.And blatantly told him that they died because of him.

Yes, die because of him.

Sikong Zhaixing didn't know the way to Dream of the Underworld, no one knew how to get there.

Just when Lu Xiaofeng was at a loss, a nursery rhyme appeared.

A few seven or eight-year-old children sang in the alley with immature voices: "Bi'an flower, Bianhua, where is the road to the underworld? , the wives and concubines are in groups, and the sons become dragons, and the wealth is rolling in. The other shore flower, the other shore flower, there is the hometown of dreams...the hometown of dreams..."

When Lu Xiaofeng walked over and asked them why they sang this nursery rhyme, the children told him frankly that an uncle in a coir raincoat taught them to sing it, and that if anyone asked, they should tell him, "The ecstasy messenger is already Call on me. The road to the underworld will be offered later."

Then, 21 families and 130 people died.Each family has a character left, which is a character laid out by the corpse.

Words are not finished yet, and fate is not finished yet.

But for the first time, Lu Xiaofeng had the idea of ​​not going to investigate further.But he knew clearly that he could no longer give up.There are already 130 lives in his heart. 130 Two innocent souls howled in his heart.

How much is a person worth?

130 Two lives cannot be combined into one sentence.

A bouncing child and a gentle and loving mother are only equivalent to a horizontal and a vertical line that someone wrote lightly with ink and pen.

The wind after the heavy rain is also violent, with a bloody smell so thick that the rain can't wash it away. It smells of human life.

The road to hell can only be opened with human life.

"Lu Xiaofeng."

A gentle voice with a warm taste washed into his dead and angry heart like clear and sweet spring water. Lu Xiaofeng raised his head suddenly and exclaimed: "The building is full of flowers."

Hua Manlou stood far away in the alley, with a faint smile on his face, there was warmth and sadness in that smile.Did he not get close because he already smelled blood?

Sikong Zhaixing had already jumped out, maybe he couldn't stand the dead silence and depression in the yard anymore, he ran to Huamanlou and asked, "Huamanlou, why are you here?"

Hua Manlou said indifferently: "You are looking for the dream of the underworld, why don't you come to me?"

Lu Xiaofeng also approached, he took a deep breath, as if he hadn't breathed for a long time. "Why are you here?" he asked.

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Because I know a person has been there, and he is neither a dead person nor a living dead person."

Lu Xiaofeng immediately asked: "Who is it?"

Hua Manlou said: "Me."

The author has something to say: Wrong, in fact, what I’m talking about is the movie, the version played by Zhang Zhilin