"That doesn't mean he must not be a murderer," Speaking of this, Jiang Xixi paused for a moment, with a look of sudden realization on his face, "Shoes, I know, Fang Jing's feet can't match the shoe prints." ” Cheng Muyou nodded approvingly, "He was barefoot just now, I have carefully observed, and those feet are obviously smaller than mine."
And although he seems to be very good at carpentry, his strength is insufficient, and such a thin board has not been sawed off for so long. ” "And the incision on my sister-in-law's body was clean and neat, and she was obviously hacked to death by a person with great strength, so the adults felt that Fang Jing was not a murderer."
Jiang Xixi finally fully understood Cheng Muyou's meaning, and said with a pause, "I'm really stupid, I've been with adults for so long, and I still haven't even learned a little bit of skin." ” Cheng Muyou didn't answer, his face still looked heavy and abnormal, as if something was bothering him.
Jiang Xixi also discovered this, so she approached Cheng Muyou and asked quietly, "My lord, since Fang Jing is not a murderer, why do you still look preoccupied?"
” Cheng Muyou's brows furrowed tightly, "Although he is not a murderer, I feel that something is wrong with him." ” "Something is wrong?"
"He's standing barefoot on the ground, still doing carpentry" Jiang Xixi pondered in her mind for a while, but still didn't understand the meaning of his words, and just wanted to ask, Cheng Muyou had already turned her face to look at her, "Xixi, what was your impression of Fang Jing when you first met him?"
” Jiang Xixi raised his head, "I just think that this man has fine skin and tender meat, and he is very thin." ” That's right, his hands are also very white and tender, there is not a callus on them, and he is not a person who works in the field.
But Fang Jing just now, his clothes were unkempt, and his sawing skills were still very skilled, and he was like two people before. ” Cheng Muyou's words were like a bright light, lighting up the dark corner of Jiang Xixi's heart, no wonder she always felt that something was wrong, but she didn't find the answer for a long time, it turned out that the suspicion was here.
She raised her head in a panic, "My lord, what should we do with this Fang Jing, since he is not a murderer, the government can't control it."
Cheng Muyou narrowed his eyes, his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall of the Fang Mansion, and said to Jiang Xixi in a low voice, "Now the people from the official mansion should be almost here, I have to go back to Cheng's house first, you stay here to closely observe his every move, and report to me at any time if you find anything." ” Jiang Xixi lowered his head and said yes, then walked towards Fang's house again, came to the courtyard gate, got up and jumped into an abandoned broken water tank, and nodded with a smile to Cheng Muyou, signaling that he must complete the task he assigned, and then squatted and hid.
Cheng Muyou turned around and walked a few steps, then looked back at the water tank, but for some reason, a faint uneasiness rose in his heart.
Xun'er thought he was smothered by the hot and humid air behind the house, so the first thing he did when he sat up from the bed was to look out the window at the sky: it was overcast, the sky was full of thick, dark gray clouds, and the wind howled, rushing into the room through the window, blowing the rice paper on the table all over the room.
He got out of bed in a hurry, and he didn't care about putting on his shoes, so he bent down and picked up the scattered papers one by one, put them back on the table, pressed them with an inkstone, and then went to the window and closed the window with all his might.
After a sigh of relief, there was a "click" sound on the window, Xun'er looked out, and found that the raindrops the size of beans had fallen from the sky and smashed on the windowsill, splashing small splashes.
He leaned on the window, looking at the gray rain and mist outside, and the panic in his heart rose little by little: last night he had heard from the servants that something had happened in the house, but as for what was going on, they were secretive and did not say anything to him.
And my father and a few of them went out overnight, I don't know where they went, and then the cousin and the little aunt came back, looking very sad, especially the cousin, he was supported back by the servants, and when he got home, he lay on the bed and couldn't get up, and could only let out a few wails intermittently, which sounded very infiltrating.
Thinking of this, Xun'er's heart moved: Where did Aunt Cousin go?
Why haven't I seen her?
Even his uncle and grandfather, who were not dexterous in his legs, came out to see his cousin a few times with the support of the domestic servants, but after so long, why didn't he see his cousin?
He vaguely realized something in his heart, but because he was still young, he couldn't think through death in the end, so he slumped down on the chair and continued to look at the rain and fog outside the window in a daze.
"Woo woo" There was a low whimper behind him, Xun'er straightened up suddenly, grabbed the armrest of the chair with both hands, hesitated for a long time, and still didn't dare to turn his head.
He had heard this voice, and in his dream, this ethereal cry had been faintly surrounding his ears, far and near, as if it had come from a distant wasteland.
And he was woken up by this mournful cry, but after waking up, he forgot about it.
It turned out that this was not his dream, but real, crying, always in his room, never leaving.
"Hurt him" The intermittent sound suddenly appeared next to Xun'er's right shoulder, he was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to the left, not daring to look at the dark shadow around him, but his hand unconsciously touched the collar around his neck.
The unicorn rattled, and the clammy and cold thing seemed to be frightened, and moved to the corner of the house, but it was still unwilling to leave, and was still sobbing softly.
Xun'er's heart was a little steady, but her hand still didn't dare to leave the collar, she craned her neck to look at the corner of the house, and quickly turned her head around.
However, as soon as he twisted back, his heart shook violently, and he turned his head to the corner of the room again, stared at the erratic figure, and unconsciously blurted out two words: "Auntie" That's right, isn't the sobbing figure standing in the corner Cen Nanying?
It's just that her neck looks a little weird, as if it has grown a little.
Xun'er looked over carefully, only to find that there was a thrilling wound on her neck, cutting her head and body into two pieces, and the head was actually floating on her shoulders waddingly, and it was not connected at all.
"Ahh Xun'er screamed, covering her eyes with both hands, and only peeked forward through her fingers.
At this moment, Cen Nanying "walked" towards the door lightly, took two steps, and stopped to look at him, with some expectation in his resentful eyes, as if he was waiting for something.
"Are you telling me to follow?"
Xun'er put down her trembling hand and asked her softly.