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The color patches all over the sky brushed against the ends of the hair and the corners of the clothes and fell down. He Ji did not dodge, shook his head slightly, and sighed with a smile: "This little guy... a child who is too stubborn will suffer."

He picked up his windbreaker, turned his back, and gradually walked away along the long embankment.A row of lonely footprints were left on the beach, which were quickly swept away by the color blocks.

At the same time, Jiang Zhuo, who had highlighted two layers of illusion, finally saw the real sunshine.

The time in the illusion is often faster than the flow in the real world. After Jiang Zhuo came out, he was still in the narrow and dilapidated venue toll room, beams of skylight leaked out of the narrow window, and the dust in the air danced in the light , the injured Song Ling seemed a little delirious, quietly leaning aside.

Jiang Zhuo held onto his forehead all of a sudden, and sat down on the ground as if he lost his strength.He is only in his early twenties this year, and what he said is simple, but in fact it is not easy to break through the illusion set by his master. The calmness and calmness he tried just now is just to hold on to the internal injury of backlash.

At this time, there was another sharp pain in the head, as if the boy who had chased his father and kept his master back had turned back in time, standing in the sun and dust in front of him, staring at him innocently and innocently.

Jiang Zhuo sat on the ground in a daze for a while, wiped the sweat off his face, and went to Song Ling to check her injuries.

Song Ling's shoulder and calf were each scratched by Wraith Ling, because the five fingers were sunk deep into the flesh, the injuries were not serious.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't just go to a girl's house casually, so he could only take out two healing charms and ignite them, and sprinkle ashes on Song Ling's wound to ensure that the resentment would not continue to erode, and he had to go back and deal with the rest.

Song Ling opened her eyes in a daze, but she was not fully awake. The photos in her pocket had been picked up and stuffed back, revealing some scattered white borders.Jiang Zhuo didn't speak to her either, and retreated to the side to rest after spreading the ashes.

The sun was scorching outside, the two of them didn't drive when they came, he was weak all over, and he didn't want to take the sleeping Song Lingkang to the side of the road to wait for the car. He found his mobile phone under the table, turned it over and saw that the corner of the screen hit There are a few cracks, but it's still usable.

Jiang Zhuo habitually opened the address book, found the contact "Yun Piaopiao", wanted to call him, but hesitated for a while, he staggered his fingers again, changed the phone number of the driver at home, told him the location, and asked him to drive Come and pick yourself up.

Not long after Song Linggang put away her own photo, the wound was in severe pain, and she was in a daze until Jiang Zhuo's voice woke her up from this state, propped her hands on the ground, and barely sat up straight.

"Jiang Zhuo, that button..."

Before Song Ling could finish her sentence, the unused photo slipped out of her pocket and fell to the ground.

Song Ling almost didn't want to look at Jiang Zhuo's expression anymore. Although Jiang Zhuo was sitting in another corner of the room at this time, he must not be able to see the photo clearly, but whether he could see it or not, he already knew what was photographed on it. His own face can be considered clean.

Song Ling simply smashed the jars, straightened his body expressionlessly, and struggled to pick up the photos one by one.

As soon as she picked up two photos, she felt a gust of wind blowing, and the photos on the ground were blown into a neat pile and piled up in front of her.

Song Ling's face turned red, not because of embarrassment, but because she felt ashamed to accept help from others under such circumstances.

Jiang Zhuo spread his hands, and the incomplete button lay quietly in his palm.Jiang Zhuo asked: "Photos or buttons, which one is your real purpose?"

Song Ling was a little afraid of him at first, but at this moment her emotions were up and down, and Jiang Zhuo saw the scar she was most unwilling to reveal, which made her feel ashamed and embarrassed.At this moment, when I heard Jiang Zhuo ask this question in such a questioning tone, an unknown fire surged up in my heart.

She said coldly: "You want to listen to my privacy as a joke?"

Jiang Zhuo's face was still pale and frighteningly pale, but a rare smile appeared on Song Lingzhan's lips: "I'm not interested in your privacy, but the two of you searched for clues together, but you hid things behind my back, don't you? Should I explain it?"

His handsome face seemed to be filled with the four characters of "unreasonable": "No, it should be said that from the very beginning, the foundation of our cooperation was based on your hesitant lies. Now that the goal has been achieved, we will soon Break up the gang, what should be explained clearly, I hope you will make a liquidation—you should know that although you are injured now, my sympathy is very limited."

Song Lingqi bit his lip, Jiang Zhuo looked at her coldly, in the summer cabin, the atmosphere was as cold as winter when dripping water turned into ice.

After a while, Song Ling finally compromised, and she said angrily, "This photo was taken by Cheng Yan."

Jiang Zhuo said: "As far as I know, he likes men."

Song Ling sneered and said, "That's right, you know everything and have supernatural powers, but I didn't know it when this photo was taken."

After she finished speaking, she finally saw a slightly astonished expression on the cold and proud young man opposite.

After all, there were still some things that were beyond Jiang Zhuo's expectation. This realization made Song Ling feel a little more at ease, and finally told the truth that she had been trying to hide.

In fact, before meeting Zhang Ting, Song Ling first met Cheng Wen because of an accidental co-renting.

At that time, she needed to live temporarily in a city for a few months because she wanted to hunt down a ghost, so she rented a two-bedroom apartment through an intermediary. Cheng Yan who came out for short-term rental.

That was already eight or nine years ago, Song Ling was under 20 years old, had never been in a relationship, and felt that Cheng Wen was humorous, good at drawing, and very talented, so he fell in love with him in the process of getting along .

It wasn't until Cheng Yan's house dissipated the paint smell from the decoration that he decided to move out. Song Ling helped him move things together, and also tested the house's feng shui, and gave Cheng Yan some suggestions for furnishing. Confession.

Jiang Zhuo frowned slightly, and somewhat guessed the origin of those photos.

Although recalling it many years later, Song Ling still felt ashamed of her innocence...or stupidity. After hearing her confession, Cheng Yan was obviously very surprised, but after the surprise, he quickly accepted Song Ling's love. The confession, the two began a period of "association".

It was during this period of dating that Song Ling met Cheng Wen's friend Zhang Ting. When Zhang Ting heard that she was actually Cheng Wen's girlfriend, Zhang Ting's expression was a little strange on the spot. Song Ling thought he didn't want to see her, but in the end Zhang Ting called Song Ling on the same day and hurriedly told her that Cheng Wen was gay, and asked Song Ling not to be with Cheng Wen anymore.

Song Ling said to Jiangzhuo at this point: "I know what you have to doubt in your heart. I have nothing to do with Zhang Ting. He doesn't like me either. He just fights against me. But at that time... I didn't believe Zhang Ting's words. "

Not only did she not believe it, but she also felt very angry, thinking that Zhang Ting was trying to provoke the relationship between herself and Cheng Wen.In order to firmly believe that the other party is a liar and to suppress the unspeakable panic in his heart, Song Ling bought some wine at night, went to find Cheng Wen with him, and got drunk with him, expecting something to happen.

As a result, when she woke up, she faced Cheng Wen who was sitting in the living room with a smile and fiddled with her nude photos. The other party told Song Ling in a bad tone that he was gay.

——It was not until a long time later that Song Ling heard that, not long before she and Cheng Wen met, Cheng Wen had just realized that he was gay, so he was greatly stimulated. He took all this anger on the innocent girl who had a crush on him.

"Zhang Ting helped me get the negatives back. He has a very bad temper and can't stand Cheng Fan's behavior. But I didn't expect to see these photos this time. Maybe Cheng Fan secretly kept them and wanted to blackmail me one day or something. , who knows."

Song Ling sneered and looked at Jiang Zhuo: "I don't want to think about this matter, and once I bring it up, there will be a lot of trouble. I do have a grudge against Cheng Wen, but I didn't kill him. Zhang Ting also helped Me, but there is no relationship between us—but we are alive, and we must pay back the debt we owe, I don't believe that he and Cheng Yan... have an affair, but I have been unable to prove it."

Jiang Zhuo didn't speak, but Song Ling felt that her heart seemed to be on fire, and she kept wanting to talk, as if this would make others not feel that she cared or was sad, so that she would not be so embarrassed: " I know that you are going to handle the case, and it is my fault to conceal these things, and I also know that you have always hated me. Now that you have seen my joke, the matter has been made clear, are you satisfied? "

This incident was indeed unexpected, Jiang Zhuo faintly felt that there was something reminding him of something, and when he was thinking about it, he heard Song Ling turn his gun and start to attack himself.

He gave a "tsk" and said, "Miss, don't think too much, can you? What's so ridiculous about this, why don't you tell me?"

Song Ling said coldly: "Don't young master Jiang think I'm an idiot for believing everyone?"

Jiang Zhuo laughed when he heard this sentence, and his brows and eyes like a lonely peak and cold moon stretched a little: "It is true that being deceived and teased is due to my own stupidity and weakness. But being stupid and weak is not shameful, shameful It's those people who know you're stupid and come to lie to you."

These words didn't sound like consolation, Song Lingqi said: "Are you still mocking me?"

Jiang Zhuo shook his head and said: "There is an elder in my family who treats me very well. I have also respected and relied on him since I was a child. Every word he said was regarded as a standard. As a result, I found out later that those high-sounding words were actually lying to me. "

Song Ling couldn't help turning her head to look at Jiang Zhuo, and judged the truth of what he said suddenly.

Jiang Zhuo said: "He doesn't care about my life or death, he regards my reaction as an interesting pastime, but I have trusted him for almost 20 years..."

Song Ling really couldn't imagine that Jiang Zhuo, who was smart and decisive in her mind, would encounter such a thing, so she couldn't help asking: "Really?"

Jiang Zhuo said: "It's made up."

Song Ling: "..."

Jiang Zhuo stood up, straightened his clothes, and said slowly: "Although what I said is made up, there must always be such people in the world. So think about the number of unlucky people, and you should be happy Come on, Miss Song—at least we can go back to rest right away."

Song Ling looked Jiang Zhuo up and down, and said after a while: "Can I think you are comforting me? In other words, your dislike for me has somewhat eased?"

Jiang Zhuo's cell phone rang, and he sent a WeChat message to the driver who came to pick him up, and replied: "Before you count me next time, forget it."

Song Ling smiled: "There won't be a next time, I am a person who knows how to reciprocate."

Jiang Zhuo glanced sideways at her, but said nothing.

Although this trip was not in vain and the doubts about Song Ling were relieved, Jiang Zhuo was exceptionally silent when he returned by car, leaning on the back seat and closing his eyes to rest his mind.

The driver, Uncle Chen, has been a driver in his family for many years, knowing the young master's temper, he just took a blanket to cover Jiang Zhuo, and sent Song Ling to the special case team to treat unnatural injuries without saying a word. The affiliated hospital turned the car around again and sent Jiang Zhuo home.

"Not going back to the old house."

Jiang Zhuo leaned on without moving, not even moving his wrist covering his eyes from his forehead, and lightly ordered: "Go to Jingyue Villa."

Uncle Chen didn't ask any questions, and turned the steering wheel obediently.

Jiang Zhuo has been to this house in Yunsuchuan many times, and he even has the key to the door.Every time he went upstairs, he was in a relaxed or leisurely mood, but never had he felt so hesitant.

When Yun Suchuan returned home suddenly, he turned into a mandrill for no reason. When he heard himself mention rebirth, he lost his composure and dropped an egg into the water...

The piles of things are connected together by a thread of doubt, and they repeatedly ask questions in their minds.

It wasn't because of He Ji's words that he doubted his friend, but Jiang Zhuo had always had a faint worry in his heart, and was picked out by the other party.

He knows Yun Suchuan's character too well. He looks cheerful and unrestrained, but in fact he is decisive. There is almost nothing in his heart that he respects or cares about. This means that he is doomed to dare to do anything, and he can give up anything.

——So Jiang Zhuo is not sure whether Yun Suchuan will really make a choice for a certain purpose, and become a reborn person at the cost of a certain victim.

Only for Yun Suchuan, Jiang Zhuo didn't want to hide the temptation, no matter what the consequences would be, he planned to ask the question directly.

Jiang Zhuo wasn't in the mood to contact him in advance, so he figured he should have returned from Shan Jing's side, so he went straight to Jingyue Villa. After going upstairs, he found that the door of Yun Suchuan's house was ajar.

Jiang Zhuo pushed the door open, and Yun Suchuan was standing on the edge of the table facing the door, without changing his clothes, frowning and dialing with his mobile phone, he should have just entered the door as well.

When he heard the door being pushed open vigorously, he turned around abruptly, subconsciously put his hands on his waist, and made a guard gesture. After seeing clearly that the person who came was Jiang Zhuo, he relaxed his vigilant expression, and hurriedly asked Go up:

"Why did you come back? I was just about to call you..."

At the moment Yun Suchuan walked towards him, Jiang Zhuo suddenly noticed that on the table behind him, there was a pot of blood-red flowers of rebirth!

Different from the pot that He Ji showed him, the flower behind Yun Suchuan had already bloomed to its peak and was extremely beautiful.

Jiang Zhuo had met his master and doubted his brother. He was in an extremely restless mood. When he came back this way, he had repeatedly prepared himself mentally. He thought about how he should ask him about this after meeting Yun Suchuan, but at that time When he saw the potted flower, he almost felt that even the joints of his bones were cold for a moment.

When the flower came into his eyes, it seemed to be stuck in his heart, as if he was holding a mouthful of cold air, unable to inhale or exhale, all he thought was that he actually had this thing too.

His whole body felt cold, and then he felt deeply weak.

Jiang Zhuo pointed at Yun Suchuan and said in a hoarse voice, "You, don't move, just stand there."

Yun Suchuan was stunned, and then he saw clearly that Jiang Zhuo's face was very ugly, and he was wobbly standing there.He rarely showed such an expression, and never looked at himself with such strange eyes.

The happy expression on his face slowly sank, he stopped, stood still in place according to Jiang Zhuo's words, and asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"

Jiang Zhuo supported the shoe cabinet at the entrance, and stood face to face with Yun Suchuan: "Is that flower yours?"

Yun Suchuan turned his head slowly and saw the red flowers behind him. He somewhat understood where Jiang Zhuo's strangeness came from, but there were more things he didn't understand.

He looked into Jiang Zhuo's eyes and said calmly, "No, I took this from Shan Jing's house."

Jiang Zhuo's breathing was a little short, he opened his mouth but didn't speak.Yun Suchuan's few short words went back and forth in his mind several times, half-believing in his heart.

He hoped that he could believe Yun Suchuan's words and let the whole matter come to an end. This is the only person left around him who can be entrusted with life and death and can be trusted safely. He should stand on the same side with Yun Suchuan unconditionally. He said no, he should not pursue it any further.

But rationality told Jiang Zhuo that today's ambiguity is just another form of self-deception, and he must ask clearly.

This mood is just like those anti-narcotics policemen who suspect that their relatives are taking drugs. They don’t want to believe it, they don’t want to believe it, but they have to figure it out, because only when everything is understood can they be remedied, stopped, and faced together with the other party.

It's just that the process of questioning and accepting is very painful and cruel.

Jiang Zhuo clenched the things in his hand, wanting to raise his hand, Yun Suchuan looked at him, and suddenly understood what he wanted him to do.

He strode towards Jiang Zhuo, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to his side. What Jiang Zhuo held in his hand was the dagger he was used to.

"If you can't do it, I'll help you."

Yun Suchuan held the blade without hesitation, and blood gushed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the petals of the Flower of Rebirth, but none of them were absorbed, and all slid down again.

Yun Suchuan pressed Jiang Zhuo's hand on his chest, stared at him and asked: "Once all Gu flowers recognize their master, they will absorb the master's blood, and they will wither when they encounter the blood of other Gu masters—now Can I reassure you?"

This flower does not belong to Yunsuchuan, and Yunsuchuan has no other flowers of rebirth.

Jiang Zhuo's tense nerves relaxed almost instantly, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell to the ground.

Yun Suchuan hurriedly held him in his arms, but felt that Jiang Zhuo's body was cold, and the two of them slid on the floor together.He touched Jiang Zhuo's forehead, felt his pulse again, and said in shock, "Why are you so hurt? What happened? That flower—what is it?"

Jiang Zhuo said: "That is the flower of rebirth. I saw He Ji just now, and he told me about it."

Just like what Yun Suchuan said, he held his breath before, in order to break the environment under He Ji, Jiang Zhuo suffered a lot of internal injuries, but his character has always been tough, so he did not show it in front of Song Ling and Chen Shu Clue.

After he finished speaking, he slowed down and briefly explained the process of meeting He Ji.

Yun Suchuan put one arm around Jiang Zhuo's waist, and put the other hand on his wrist, giving Jiang Zhuo some spiritual power to help him heal his internal injuries.These words also greatly exceeded his expectations, and he couldn't help but look back at the potted flower: "There really is such a thing in the world."

Jiang Zhuo said depressedly: "I almost didn't scare me to death."

Yun Suchuan glanced at him sideways, the distance between the two of them was extremely close at this moment, as long as he moved a little closer, he could kiss Jiang Zhuo's face.

He paused, but leaned his body back, his lips finally showed the first smile since the two met: "So, you are so afraid because you are worried that I am also a reborn person." of."

Jiang Zhuo didn't show any mercy: "You know your temper in your heart, you are cruel and reckless, can I not doubt you—let's stop sitting on the ground, let go of your hands, and let me get up."

Perhaps Yun Suchuan's aura played a role, or maybe it was because the big stone in his heart was put down. Although he could still feel a dull pain in his chest and upper abdomen, his face recovered some blood.

Yun Suchuan let go of his hand and supported Jiang Zhuo, and the two stood up from the ground.

Yun Suchuan gave him a sideways look: "You speak so badly."

Jiang Zhuo smiled and said, "Isn't it?"

Yun Suchuan shrugged his shoulders: "To tell you the truth, there were people who used the condition of rebirth to seduce me at that time. Fortunately, your elder brother Yun may be a bit dark-hearted, but your IQ is above the line, and you are wise and powerful. I don't think so. I believe that good things will happen to my head for no reason, and secondly, I don't trust anyone who finds me out of nowhere, so I let him go."