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The autumn wind rustled, sweeping the fallen leaves all over the ground, and the cold wind and sand fell on Song Jiuwu's face, making his face much older than a while ago.

Not only old, Song Jiuwu, whom I saw today, has lost a lot of weight. Yang Wei remembered that Song Jiuwu once patted his belly and said that he had never eaten anything good in his life, but he just couldn't lose weight. But now Song Jiuwu looks as thin as a thorn.

The inner torture was far more cruel than the physical torture. It seemed that Song Jiuwu had already suffered retribution and felt guilty and regretful. The moment she saw Yang Wei, Song Jiuwu showed a smooth smile on her face, as if this moment was also a relief for him.

After murdering Mr. Wenru Jie that day, Song Jiuwu hid the pieces of beautiful jade he stole in his home, and he was worried. After hearing that the auction was held in the Six Kingdoms Hotel and many jade wares were sold at sky-high prices, Song Jiuwu could not suppress his ** and his obsession with wealth. He took a try and sent a young man to the auction at the Six Kingdoms Hotel with a jade plaque carved by Jie Wenru. However, after the young man had just left, Song Jiuwu felt very uneasy and quickly packed up his important property and tried to escape, but was stopped by Yang Wei at the gate of the city.

Song Jiuwu looked very calm and smiled and said, "This moment is finally here."

Yang Wei squinted his eyes and looked at Song Jiuwu, and suddenly remembered the chat with Song Jiuwu a while ago. At that time, Song Jiuwu was extremely persistent in Jie Wenru's jadeware. Yang Wei felt very despised and said in his mouth that the most precious jadeware in the world was written by the deceased, because the market for value seemed extremely precious. This is indeed a fact. Many people bought jade, diamond and wood treasures and hid them at home, and then took them out for auction after the creator left. This is something that has happened in ancient and modern times.

But Yang Wei never expected that Song Jiuwu would kill someone for this!

In response to this, Song Jiuwu's explanation was that it was light and calm. He saw his shoulders drooping and whispering in a low voice: "Mr. Yang also knows that Song Jiuwu was at the end of his journey. One night, I dreamed that my shop with one acre of three-point land finally collapsed. When I was scared, I thought of this idea. It was a transcendent who decided to grit my teeth and decide. Especially when I decided to go to the old man's house to steal jade, what I fear most was the incident. Then I couldn't make it in this industry. Only the second half of this idea was the best of both worlds. I know this is called killing and silence, but I dare to ask what if this happened to you, what would you do?"

Yang Wei looked at Song Jiuwu. He seemed to have food and drink in this era. At that time, the competing spirit between people was far less cruel than that in later generations. How much pressure would make Song Jiuwu do such a thing?

Although Song Jiuwu confessed to his guilt, Yang Wei still couldn't figure it out. Yang Wei looked at Song Jiuwu with a frown and said, "Mr. Jie died of poisoning, but he found no signs of poisoning. What's going on?"

Song Jiuwu smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Mr. Yang, what do you think of when you hear about poisoning? Of course, it is food and drink. But who have thought of other things? For example, Mr. Jie's habits. I have been so filial to the old man for so many years. It is no exaggeration to say that I only know much more about the old man's character and habits than Ms. Jie. For example, when he was working, he had a habit that he could only light a candle, and nothing else could do."

Jie Ruyu immediately exclaimed when she heard this. A few days before Jie Wenru was killed, many people came to the door to give gifts. This was common to the Jie family. Song Jiuwu gave an inconspicuous candle, so Jie Wenru stayed, and the servants did not take it seriously.

The problem lies in that candle.

Song Jiuwu used a poison inhaled from his mouth and nose to soak the candles, and then sent it to the Jie family. As long as Jie Wenru used these candles, he would naturally release poison gas when burned.

"And," Song Jiuwu said calmly: "Old Master Jie has another habit, that is, no one is allowed to be in the room when working, so the only person who is poisoned is himself, and others can't imagine how he will be poisoned."

Jie Ruyu looked at Song Jiuwu's calm expression. He never thought that Song Jiuwu, who often traveled to Jie Wenru, would be the murderer who killed Jie Wenru. Could it be that the respectful, enthusiastic and thoughtful person he usually was false? Jie Ruyu, who was out of control, rushed forward and beat Song Jiuwu, cried and screamed like crazy: "You devil! Allah will let you go to hell! It's really a waste of my father's life and he often remembered your benefits!"

Song Jiuwu was also very excited. He widened his red eyes and choked and said, "I regretted it a few days after I sent the candle! I regretted it after I sent it. In those days, I wrinkled my soles and came to my door to get the candle back, but Mr. Jie didn't even see me. He stood at the door from morning to night. Even a stray dog ​​wouldn't treat it like this!"

The cold treatment he received in those few days made Song Jiuwu feel deeply. He suddenly realized that no matter how attentive he was to Jie Wenru, he would not take him seriously. All the flatteries in the past were in vain and he would not get any benefits at all. This made Song Jiuwu feel heartbroken, and at the same time, his thoughts became more firm.

All the plans from beginning to end seemed to be due to some subtle reasons. Yang Wei looked at Song Jiuwu and felt very moved. The human heart is indeed the most subtle and elusive thing in the world. Even a bad idea will affect a person, a family, a city or even a country like the butterfly effect.

Song Jiuwu's hands were huddled in his sleeves, and his body shrank and said tremblingly: "Anyway, when I did this, I thought that this would definitely be the result, so I was not afraid of anything and thought about everything. I should be like this in my life, and I can't live a damn thing, otherwise I wouldn't have ruined myself for the rest of my life because of a thought. I'll kill you and cut you all the time."

Even if Song Jiuwu died, it would not be able to replace Jie Wenru's life. Fortunately, Jie Ruyu was still rational enough and did not deal with it privately, but sent someone to send Song Jiuwu to report to the official. As for the others, Jie Ruyu never asked about it again and did not want to inquire again. For her, all this was like a dream, which happened so illusoryly and ended so illusoryly. However, after waking up with this dream, her life could no longer return to the peace of the past.

On a quiet morning in the next few days, Jie Ruyu woke up and learned that Yang Wei had left Peking.
Chapter completed!