Chapter 42 Section five

Huang Moru stood under the window with the strongest light, watching the dust dance. He didn't know if it was a fluke, but he only knew that there were still some glass shards buried in the wounds on his hands.At this time, he should have just run out, contacted the security team, and turned the secret passage upside down in order to dig out more little-known secrets.But at last there was a childish voice hovering in his mind, asking him to "don't tell anyone". So he decided to keep silent, but he was a little unwilling. Some fragments became clearer and clearer, but there was no line to piece them together, so he had to keep searching.The wooden ladder of the library building is like an old man in the twilight. Each step has tiny holes gnawed by insects, mixed with the fine lines like water waves, as if it is extremely fragile, and one cannot bear to step on it.Each floor has a circle of towering bookshelves connected to the top, which are filled with thread-bound ancient books of different thicknesses. There are dense spider webs between the spine and the top board, as if pouring out the grievances of the past.And his sleepwalking steps made these ancient stairs groan dully, and the higher he went, the more his emotions rose, because he knew that the previously stolen memories were gradually returning to him.

The aura of murder on the top floor of the library building is still evident. Behind the only half-empty bookshelf, behind the small partition door with peeling red paint, is Xue Zuichi's former hiding place.After removing the door, the sour smell was still lingering in the narrow space.He held his breath for a while, ducked in, and found that the ceiling was just two inches above his head, and it was impossible to straighten up inside.He couldn't help gasping, feeling what kind of obsession it is that allows a person to nest here and live like a gopher for more than ten years!The suffocating air made him want to vomit, so he had to retreat backwards, and just as he retreated to the door, he bumped into something...

No!It was a human hand, resting on his back! Immediately, his scalp was terrified like it was exploding, every pore on his body was open, and the newly healed wound on the back of his head was piercing the memory deep in his soul.That's right, there was a similar situation before, one hand rested on his back, thinking it was a passing mosquito, just as he was about to turn around to brush it off, it was too late!The center of gravity seemed to be pulled out of his body suddenly, he flopped on the stairs, the rough barbs of wood brushed his cheeks and arms, he didn't feel pain, it just made people anxious and lost the ability to adapt like a fire!

Fortunately, this time, he wasn't standing on the stairs. Even if he was tricked again, he would at most fall into this stinking dark room.However, what if the opponent still holds a sharp ax in his hand? The horrifying experience in the secret passage entangled his breathing again, so he remained motionless, tensed every muscle, and slowly turned his head, sweat dripped down his eyebrows and into his eye sockets, he didn't even bother to wipe it off, I just tried my best to keep my eyes open, wanting to die clearly. "It's the young master..." The owner of the hand on the back is Xia Bing, and Du Chunxiao, who smells like smoke, stands behind him.

Only then did Huang Moru regain his breathing, stood up gasping for breath, covered his chest and said, "What are you doing here?" "What is Eldest Young Master doing here?" Du Chunxiao squinted his eyes halfway, and asked bluntly. "I..." Huang Moru was about to answer, but saw an ax raised above Du Chunxiao's head, and the blade was aimed right in the middle of her skull. "Be careful!" he yelled, but he estimated in his heart that it was too late. In a few seconds, Du Chunxiao's head might be split in half. Unexpectedly, she seemed to have eyes behind her back, and she squatted straight down without looking back.Seeing the prey suddenly dwarfed, the killer who was holding the ax up high did not know what to do for a while, so he raised his hand in the air and was stunned for a moment. This stunned gave Xia Bing a chance to counterattack, and he slammed the bag in his hand on the ground. Killer face.Huang Moru finally saw clearly that the killer was actually wearing a black cloak, covering his body and face, as if walking out of Du Chunxiao's death card.

The killer was hit in the face by Xia Bing's cloth bag, and the part of the cloak that covered the head fell off, revealing an unfamiliar face.Her head is full of silver hair, her expression is distorted, and her facial features have become violent due to killing intent, but her skin is smooth and pale, as if she has not seen the sun for a long time.Because the moment the cloak fell, he was completely exposed to the broad daylight, and he couldn't help but raise his arms to cover his eyes.Xia Bing rushed forward and punched him violently, and the opponent fell to the ground in response, but his right hand was still holding the ax handle tightly.

Huang Moru stood aside, he had no intention of stepping forward to help, and stared at the front as if he had been cast by a spell.Du Chunxiao became anxious, and shouted in his ear: "Come forward and help!" In fact, she herself didn't know how to help, because Xia Bing had already hugged the killer and rolled on the floor, both of them were covered in dust, and the killer's cloak had also come off, revealing the short jacket and trousers he was wearing underneath.They fought hard, but others couldn't tell who was who.Xia Bing tightly grasped the opponent's hand holding the murder weapon, and freed another hand to strangle him around the neck. The man let out a hoarse howl from his throat. Due to the occlusion of the trachea, his face soon turned red, and his eyes turned red. His bloodshot roots skyrocketed.

Du Chunxiao was also staring at the two people on the ground, but she didn't know where to intervene, so she could only keep stomping her feet. She really couldn't handle such a thrilling scene, but when she stomped, she stomped Xia Bing's dropped glasses This is a mess, so I am even more at a loss.At this time, she really thought of herself as a woman, and grabbed Huang Moru who was in a daze and shouted: "Hurry up and help! What's wrong with your mother?" As soon as the words fell, she was already trapped by a rope, her throat was suddenly closed, and the air was cut off from her.She could only wave her hands indiscriminately and scratch in the air, but unfortunately the person who strangled her was behind her.

Who is plotting against her? Relying on the last breath in his lungs, Du Chunxiao tried his best to look back, but his body was numb, his blood seemed to have frozen, and it was delusional to even move.A hint of frustration flashed through her mind. For the first time, she felt that being a woman was at a disadvantage. If she was not as powerful as a man, she would have to wait for death if she encountered danger in handling a case.When she was in a trance, she saw Huang Moru still standing under the ray of light in front of the window, as if she was being bathed in the light of gods and Buddhas. Her expression was so pious and dull that she immediately made up her mind to find this man first after becoming a ghost. Eldest young master, go find the murderer and take revenge!

She was figuring there in despair, but there was a vague bang in her ears, her neck loosened, and the half foot that had just stepped into the gate of hell was retracted!After recovering her sense of hearing and vision, she turned her head to look at the two people hugging each other on the ground, thinking that because the loud noise had alarmed everyone, Xia Bing couldn't help feeling relaxed, but the killer counterattacked and pressed him down. On the wall, the sharp ax was lifted up again, and it struck Xia Bing's head... Then, there was another "bang". The killer was about to kill for a few seconds, then fell limply and leaned against Xia Bing, the ax fell to the ground with a clang, and all the tense killing intent before seemed to end unexpectedly at this moment.

Xia Bing pushed the killer away with a pale face, and the opponent's uneven white hair pierced his chin, turning the previous strong desire to survive into a frightened residual warmth, he hurriedly pushed away the killer who didn't know if he was still alive, and raised his head. look away. But Huang Feifei was standing there, a puff of smoke was coming out of the shotgun aimed at the killer, and the barrel of the gun was rising and falling violently with her plump chest. "This...this is Li Changdeng..." Du Chunxiao pointed to the corpse on the ground. "Nonsense! I've never seen this person before!" Xia Bing hurriedly grabbed his neck and got up. Huang Feifei pointed the gun barrel at the corpse next to Du Chunxiao, pouted: "She means this person, not the one who attacked you just now." Sure enough, Li Changdeng fell down at Du Chunxiao's feet with his eyes wide open, a thin red string was wrapped around his left finger, and pink brains were flowing out from the blasted temple, and the juice flowed over Huang Moru's feet, rolling the one to the ground. Most of the old boxwood pipes on the ground were stained red. "Then who is this?" Xia Bing quickly regained his composure, and turned the white-haired killer over.He was shot in the back, and the blood didn't flow quickly, but a large part of the floor was already wet. No one answered, because they couldn't say anything, the air condensed into ice again in an instant.After a while, Huang Moru yelled: "I remember!" He looked like he was having a splitting headache, and he held the bandage on his forehead that was soaked with blood, his lips trembled violently, as if he was in the desert. The traveling traveler saw the source of water. "Well, actually, I also remembered who that person was." Du Chunxiao pointed to the killer with pale skin and hair, and smiled.
One of the legs of the bench under Zhang Yanping's feet seemed to be skewed. In the quiet room, she could hear the sound of the wooden tenons being loosened.So she tiptoed one foot quietly to make a little space between her neck and the rope. Now she needs a lot of air. The rope that was deeply cut into her flesh was the biggest obstacle to her breathing. In addition, she did not eat or drink for a long time. There will be times when the soles of the feet will become soft after all.At this moment, the loneliness was stronger than the fear, because the endless darkness made her feel at a loss.She remembered that the night before she married into Huang's house, it was raining heavily, and her mother was a little unhappy, so she brought out a sachet with gold and green embroidered thread, and asked her to hang it on the window lattice, begging for the bright sun to shine brightly the next day, so that she could marry happily. scenery.She hung up the sachet and sat by the window waiting for the rain to stop. In the middle of the night, she saw a man huddled in a ball not far away, sitting at the base of the wall in a daze. She moved the oil lamp closer to see that it was Li Changdeng who was covered by the rain. A face, I don't know if there are tears or not, just frown, and an indistinct sound comes out of the mouth. She wished that her memory would stop there and not move forward, so that Su Qiaomei's harsh face when she passed the door, the heart-piercing pain during childbirth, and Meng Zhuoyao's fake polite sadness would be inseparable from her life. Only Li Changdeng's tender care remained.Compared with Huang Tianming, he is neither handsome nor rich, he is an ordinary man who can be forgotten in an instant.But when she was young, whenever she passed the veranda by the river while rowing a wooden barrel to pick water chestnuts, she would always see that slender, dark young man sitting on a low stool with a thin stick in his mouth, There were snow-white shavings at his feet, and he always smiled at her, shy and longing, but he was not as dirty-mouthed as those thugs on the street, he just stared at her from afar, never avoiding the strange Sense of distance.That's how he took her heart away, silently, even God didn't even say hello, just forcibly handing her over to him, no matter where she is from then on, that fetter will always be there. Now that she is hanging here, the sound of the sparse rain that night can still be heard in her ears, and the sycamore trees and wisterias in the courtyard are all drenched in dark green.It's a pity that here, she couldn't distinguish day from night. She only knew that her life was hanging by a thread, and there must be more bad luck in the future.For a while, she thought it would be better to kick her feet, and let it go.But suddenly Li Changdeng's eyes burning her soul appeared in her mind, which contained the desire for happiness.In this imaginary happiness, there is also a woman, standing gracefully by the Zhen River, holding a silver stick, carefully picking out the dirt from the crevices of his pipe... If she can die in such an illusion, or Life is barely considered "full". While intoxicated, the door opened, and the black cloak moved closer to her. Although she is half-blind now, she vaguely knew that the person was looking up at her. She opened her eyes, and the dim light reflected a huge "beast" shadow on the wall. Is it time?she asked secretly. There was only a "click", and her feet flew into the air. In a trance, she saw Li Changdeng stretched out a hand from a high place, hugging her, and she felt as light as a feather.