The only girl's sobbing sound was responded. Xie Jin's yellowed yellow notes that had been scattered. He suddenly didn't know what to say. Whether it was HE Nian or Droktada, should you blame all this tragedy on fate ?

Looking down at those old papers, Xie Jin found that he didn't recognize the characters on them. Those regularly distorted characters should be Manchu, written from top to bottom.

"... Where is A Nian, can you take me to see him?" Xie Jin looked at Droktada, the girl, and the girl was scattered with her hair and stared at the ground with no eyes. Her soul seemed to be pulled away from her body. This Sitting here is more like a body.

"Downstairs, it's his head tomorrow." How to get up from the window sill where he was sitting, he had had from Xie Jin and stood at the door and greeted, "Go, don't you want to see him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him, and follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him. I come."

Xie Jin got up a bit slowly to follow, Wen Liang led him downstairs through the middle hall, and opened a small door at the back that required a low body to pass through.

It was a very remote small courtyard, not connected to the front yard, and could only be entered through the low door.

The untrimmed grass was dotted with large white wildflowers. Xie Jin couldn't remember the names of those flowers, but he saw a lime-gray coffin lying there quietly among those white flowers.

His feet became heavier, and he looked back and found that Droktada did not follow.

"She has been hit hard recently. It was He Nian first, and then grandma. She must not be able to bear it at such a young age." Wen Liang raised the coffin lid, and what came to his face was not the smell of corpses, but a very strong smell. herbal taste.

"What's wrong with Grandma Yang...?" Xie Jin looked into the coffin, but his unfinished words stopped abruptly with just one glance, and he raised his bruised hand to cover his mouth.

Inside the coffin, He Nian's face was as pale as snow, it was true that he had completely lost all color. Lying in the coffin covered with thick herbs, he looked even smaller than before.

Xie Jin's gaze fell on his neck. At the position of the main artery, there was a rather hideous wound. It was cut deeply. It can be seen that the person who did it at that time did not hesitate at all.

"Zhuo Ke Tuo Da's grandma hid a lot of things from us, including Zhuo Ke Tuo Da's grandmother, she didn't even reveal it." Noticing the panic in Xie Jin's eyes, Wen Liang sighed, and used his body to block the thick spot on He Nian's neck. Grim wound.

"I've checked the wound, but it's inconvenient to talk about it upstairs just now." Wen Liang took out the cigarette stick from his arms, and then gestured around his neck, simulating the movement of the blade cutting flesh, "The blade is almost 45° from bottom to top Judging from the state of the corners, it is more like what He Nian did by himself."

"What did you say?" Xie Jin unconsciously bit his lips with his teeth, and he looked at Wen Liang in disbelief, "You mean, A Nian probably committed suicide?"

"I told you just now, because of various factors, he nian chose to return to the village to complete the mission of the holy child for Droktada. This is the direction of fate in the medium, and he nian's own choice."

Wen Liang stood beside the coffin, and because of his height, he could only look down at He Nian in the coffin, "Do you still remember the record about the holy boy sacrifice we saw in the Zhao Family Library? One condition is the willingness of the sacrificed .”

Xie Jin watched as Wen Liang squatted down, picked a white flower from the ground, and placed it on He Nian's chest. For some reason, Wen Liang's movements seemed too plain, too plain to be the reaction that a human should have.

"This is what I found at the scene." Wen Liang took out a patched rag bag from his arms. The palm-sized cloth bag was supposed to be used by He Nian to hold candy wrappers, but now it was almost soaked in blood Red, the blood has already dried completely, making the cloth bag look a little dry.

Xie Jin naturally recognized the cloth bag. The leftover chocolate candy wrappers were folded into different shapes of origami by He Nian like treasures, and then packed in the cloth bag. It should be regarded as one of the most precious among his few homes. .

Holding the coffin and slowly squatting on the ground, Xie Jin buried his head on his knees. He suddenly felt very sad, and a more sad and angry emotion welled up in his heart. Powerlessness and pain intertwined to compose a death song.

The long-term overload caused the tired body to be constantly filled with this kind of emotion. Xie Jin felt that if he continued to digest himself like this, he would really break down.

"How did you spend these seven days, Wen Liang, please tell me." Xie Jin's expression was a little distorted, and he almost looked at Wen Liang pleadingly, "Tell me what happened that day."

Wen Liang turned his head. There was no emotion in his gray-blue eyes. It looked like a clear pool of water, but Xie Jin's figure was reflected in it. If you look closely, you will find that it is not a pool of water, but contains the world. The sea is inclusive of all rivers.

"I have met too many people in my life. Life will always have a time limit. It will bloom and wither." Wen Liang lowered his eyes, and gently stroked He Nian's cold face with no signs of corruption with his fingertips.

"Time is meaningless to me. Watching the flowers of life in this world bloom and fade, after a long time, I will naturally get used to it."

He sighed, seemed to be sorry, "Don't have the idea of ​​revenge for He Nian. You know the truth that Qianglong does not press the Local Tyrant. waiting."

It's not the time yet, Wen Liang looked up at the darkening night, thinking silently in his heart.

"The night when He Nian had an accident was very similar to today, it was just a quiet and ordinary night." Wen Liang also slowly squatted down beside the coffin, he sat on the ground, letting his legs sink into the grass.

"After receiving the notification from Qu Ting, we rushed over... It's really ridiculous. He Nian has been hiding in the ancestral hall of Badong Village. There is a hidden space under there. It seems that the building structure is probably the work of the Zhao family."

Wen Liang played with the pipe in his hand, he didn't light it, but kept rubbing it with his fingertips, "Then what I told you, He Nian was lying naked on the sacrificial altar, his body was almost drained of blood, when he chose to leave I'm afraid we already know the end."

"But he didn't tell us, and he endured it alone..." Xie Jin received it in a low voice. He still buried his face, with big tears pouring out from his dry eyes and hitting the grass as high as a person's ankles, "One People bear those burdens and die calmly."

"Yeah, he's so pure, so pure that I can't understand what he's thinking."

Wen Liang looked up at the night sky. The moon was covered by dark clouds at some point, and there was no light in the night sky. He suddenly remembered what He Nian had said to him on the roof when he first came to Badong Village.

The moonlight illuminated the little guy's eyes brightly, and then asked him with a very determined look if he was a god.

How did he answer it? Oh, where is there such a desolate fairy.

The corner of Wen Liang's mouth suddenly brought a bit of a wry smile. He faced the night sky without even a single star, and complained softly, "It is said that the air in the mountains is good. I thought I could see stars, but I didn't see a single one."

Patting Xie Jin on the shoulder, Wen Liang stood up from the ground, Xie Jin watched Wen Liang's movements, his tears were still hanging on his face, looking a little at a loss.

"Let's go back. It's time to go back after He Nian thought seven." Unexpectedly, Wen Liang just passed it lightly, although Xie Jin was still unwilling, but he finally recognized the reality.

In this village, it is impossible for anyone to uphold justice for He Nian, who is a holy boy. Even if the police trek across mountains and rivers to enter here, there is a high probability that they will be deemed suicide.

But the karma in Wen Liang's mouth bears evil results, when will that evil result come?

Xie Jin looked down at the crickets jumping in the grass under his feet, his eyes were a little blurry, probably because he cried too much recently, he replied sullenly: "Okay, got it."

Guiding the way to Badong Village (17th) Wen Liang and He Nian under the moon