The night rain was pouring, and Huo Weilou met the people who sent Bo Ruoyou back when he was two streets away from Cheng's house.

When they saw Huo Weilou coming in the rain, they were also a little surprised. Huo Weilou asked loudly in the heavy rain: "Have you sent someone into your house?"

The embroidered clothes made a loud sound, but Huo Weilou still raised his horse whip and continued to go to Cheng's house. He came once when he sent Bo Ruoyou back the previous time. In less than half a stick of incense, he arrived in front of Cheng's house.

He went up to call the door, and waited for a while before Zhou Liang opened the door. When he saw Huo Weilou standing in the rain, he was immediately startled, "Marquis? The villain greeted the Marquis--"

Huo Weilou stared at, "Where is Bo Ruoyou?"

Zhou Liang hurriedly said, "Miss is back for a while, and she talked to the master for a while. Now she is going back to the house to change clothes. Is the Marquis coming to find the lady?" As he said, he made two steps away, "Martial Master comes in first, it's raining too much."

Huo Weilou looked into the yard and saw a dim light in the night rain. He entered the door without hesitation, "I have something to ask her, please lead the way."

After Zhou Liang's confirmation, there is no need to enter the door, but it may be that the rain will be too heavy tonight. If Huo Weilou didn't see her with his own eyes, he would be very worried. He bypassed the screen wall and entered the front yard. Cheng Yunzhi also stood out from the main hall and stood in the corridor. When he saw that Huo Weilou was Huo Weilou, he was also shocked and hurriedly walked down the steps with an umbrella, "Why is the Marquis coming so late?"

Huo Weilou glanced at him, as if looking for Bo Ruoyou's shadow, "I have something to ask Bo Ruoyou."

While holding an umbrella for Huo Weilou, Cheng Yunzhi signaled Zhou Liang to call Bo Ruoyou, and said, "The Marquis is here to ask Youyou what the dirty things are? I have already experienced them, and those things are rouge."

Huo Weilou walked to the corridor and stood there, without any surprise on his face.

It was not Han Qi who killed the person, but Han Sheng’s boudoir was full of rouge and water powder. It was not surprising that the rouge applied to Han Sheng was found in Xu Wanshu’s nails.

He was soaked, and water was dripping down his robe. Although Cheng Yunzhi asked him to sit in the house, he had no intention of entering. He looked at the yard for a few moments and felt that it was even simpler than he had imagined. His eyes turned and he looked at the direction where Zhou Liang had left just now. Aunt Liang heard the movement and came out of the kitchen. She was a little confused when she saw so many people suddenly coming to the yard.

At this moment, Zhou Liang suddenly strode out of the west courtyard, "Master! Marquis! Something happened--"

As soon as these words were spoken, Huo Weilou's heart suddenly sank.

The worst plan became true. He strode and went to the west courtyard. Zhou Liang had a white face, and didn't even know where the umbrella had been thrown away. Then he said anxiously: "The door of the lady's house is closed, but the window is wide open, and she is gone-away-"

As soon as this said, Cheng Yunzhi and Aunt Liang were shocked and came to the west courtyard one after another. Huo Weilou stepped into the upper room of the west courtyard. When he entered the door, he walked towards the inner room. A dim light in the room was still on, but as Zhou Liang said, Bo Ruoyou disappeared.

The outer robe on her body was placed beside the bed, and the tables, chairs and utensils in the house were neat, and there was no trace of fighting. Only the rear window was wide open. Huo Weilou frowned and his eyes fell down, and he saw the wet marks on the ground at first sight.

It was the wet marks left by the two people, like footprints, but not complete, and there was also the marks after being dragged on the ground. Huo Weilou pinched his knuckles with a crisp sound, "Search! I just left."

Ning Xiao did not expect Huo Weilou's concern to become true. He quickly took the people away. Cheng Yunzhi, who followed in, saw that Bo Ruoyou was really gone, and was so anxious that he felt sweaty. "Youyou just returned to the house. What's going on? Where did the man go? The Marquis came at this time, did he know that something happened to Youyou?"

Huo Weilou was standing in the back window, and his whole body was cold and cold, with his eyes seemingly deep and calm, but deep in his pupils, there was a thunderous anger brewing. "The murderer was running away in this case. I only learned that the murderer had seen her autopsy after he had been examined. I was worried that the murderer would come for revenge, so I brought someone to see him, but I didn't expect it to be a step too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, another muffled thunder sounded again in the sky, and a white light slashed down in the sky. The white light instantly reflected Huo Weilou's face. The murderous intent on his handsome face was revealed at this moment, as if he was really a manifestation of Yan Luo.

The dark night like ink was like a dark night, and it was like this pouring rain, as if it could cover up all the traces of ghosts and monsters. Huo Weilou could not imagine where Bo Ruoyou would be taken, nor could he think of what she would encounter. His heart, which had been hard for more than 20 years, suddenly began to irresistibly convulsed, and the dull pain spread out. He folded his back before breathing hard.

Suddenly, Ning Xiao shouted in the backyard, "Mr. Marquis, have you discovered it--"

Huo Weilou thrust his back, and a cold light burst out from the windowsill, and walked into a rainy night again.

...

The thunder sounded, awakening Bo Ruoyou who was fainting. Her consciousness was not clear yet, and she felt that ice and cold water was constantly pouring on her body. Her neck hurt so much, her hands were cut and tied behind her, and some hard objects were thrusting on her abdomen, and the people were also shaking and undulating. She opened her eyes with difficulty, but the rain invaded instantly, and she closed her eyes tightly, and the crackling sound of rain around her made no sense of where she was.

After a long period of half awakening and half fainting, Bo Ruoyou realized that she was being carried on her shoulders. Although she was thin, only a man with great strength could carry her. In a trance, she realized that she had a terrible thought.

No wonder there is no woman's close-fitting clothes in the boudoir, nor is there any place for menstruation. If the murderer is a man, he likes women's skirts and dresses, why should he prepare these things?

She was chilling all over, but wondered why the murderer didn't kill her directly, but took her out.

What should the murderer do at such a risk?

Her thoughts were intermittent, and her body gradually felt numb. After a violent impact, her internal organs were about to move, and a fishy sweetness surged in her throat.

The murderer threw her to the ground.

A faint whisper of pain spilled out from her throat, and Bo Ruoyou curled up. He had been wet on the road for a long time, but at this moment he felt that the crackling rain sounded a little far away, and there was no cold water on her body. She curled up in a ball, trembling and slowed down for a long time before she recovered from the pain, and her consciousness gradually recovered.

Before her eyes opened, she smelled a familiar smell of rottenness at her nose, and then there were footsteps and rustling sounds echoing in her ears. When she opened her eyes hard, she first saw a small ball of fire, and then, she saw a young woman with a red woman... No, it was a young man in a red dress.

The man was not tall, but his figure was quite handsome among the woman. He was facing the fire, holding a mirror in one hand and a silk squid in the other, and was carefully wiping his face. There were two exquisite boxes beside him. Bo Ruoyou looked familiar with her head, and her blunt pained for a while before she remembered that she was exactly the same as the rouge box in Han Sheng's boudoir.

With a click, he opened the box and began to rub himself with rouge.

He found an exquisite knife from somewhere, and used the knife to cut out a piece of rouge, then transformed it into the palm of his palm, dipped it with his fingertips and then applied it little by little to his face and lips. His hands were slender and thin, and he felt a sense of grayness and whiteness that was rare. At this moment, the bright red rouge looked inexplicably shocking.

Bo Ruoyou saw the scar on his hand, especially facing her five fingers on her left hand.

Knife, hand with knife...

Bo Ruoyou's body shook and finally knew where he had missed it.

Han Qi's house was cut paper knives, but he placed a lot of jade-carved seals on the shelf, but in the whole room, there were no carving knives carved jade-carved seals.

Han Qi was good at calligraphy and painting, and was also good at mounting paintings, but his hands were clean and neat, but they were not the hand holding a knife.

The person who engraved the mark was his "sister".

Han Sheng applied his face into a gorgeous face, and with the red skirt on his body, it was as terrifying as a female ghost in red who could eat people. When she thought of herself as a man, she felt even more weird and terrifying.

This is a dilapidated house, with dust on the ground and doors and windows all broken. Only the roof can block the heavy rain tonight. Bo Ruoyou fell on the cold and hard ground. The rain water from her body quickly became muddy under her body. She looked around with her eyes open, trying to find vitality, but her hands were cut back and she lost the strength to move her fingers.

Suddenly, the person next to the fire looked over.

When Han Sheng found that she was awake, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He put down the rouge, put away a small bag beside him, and then slowly walked to Bo Ruoyou with a silk handkerchief and the exquisite carving knife.

Bo Ruoyou subconsciously tightened his body, but Han Sheng walked to Bo Ruoyou's side, but with great strength, he pulled off Bo Ruoyou's robe from behind her, revealing her thin and white left shoulder.

The skin wet by the rain seemed more moist. Han Sheng was a little fascinated by the cinnabar mole. He seemed to be more satisfied. He raised his hand and wiped her skin with a silk squid. His careful appearance seemed to be wiping some pearls and porcelain.

No matter how calm Bo Ruoyou was, her mind was still attacked by fear at this moment. She moved her lips, but her voice seemed to have been sharpened by a blunt knife, and she could only express two hoarse sounds that were uncharacteristic.

Han Sheng paused behind her and suddenly said, "You are a coroner. You want to know that after a person dies, his skin will be dull and his blood will become fishy and black. Therefore, this person's skin must be peeled off when he is just dead and alive."

"You should be the clearest thing about their bodies, but you probably never thought that one day you would become like them-"

A cold and sharp hard object hit her left shoulder. Han Sheng's hand was extremely stable and accurate. He slowly drew a perfect circle on his shoulder. He twitched lightly, as if he was extremely satisfied.

"Have anyone seen it? It's so beautiful, just like me, but if it's so beautiful, it will attract jealousy..."

His tone seemed to be smiling, but it sounded like some cold-blooded crawling snakes and insects that made Bo Ruoyou tremble, and her exposed shoulders were even more trembling with the naked eye.

This made Han Sheng dissatisfied. He grabbed her collar and dragged her towards the fire. He stopped shorter than the fire. He was facing Bo Ruoyou's back. Seeing that her body was still trembling, he suddenly asked himself, "Do you have to kill you to take off your flesh?"

He said again: "You are different from them. I want you to watch yourself peeled off alive. You are a coroner. You have seen so many dead flesh, but you must have never seen yourself. If you saw yourself like them before you die, will you regret doing coroner and will you regret getting involved in this case?"

"But this is what you should end up with..."

If others heard this, they would definitely be afraid and regretful. But Bo Ruoyou only heard Han Sheng’s hatred for her. She felt that she was as powerless as a fish to be slaughtered on the chopping board. When she disappeared, Aunt Liang would definitely find out that her family would find out and go to the government to report to the official. Huo Weilou knew about it and would definitely come to save her, but is it still too late?

She said with difficulty: "Why do you hate me..."

His hoarse voice seemed to be an old man. When Han Sheng heard this, his tone suddenly became cold, "Of course I hate you! If it weren't for you, how could my brother and I be forced to this point?"

When Han Qi was mentioned, Han Sheng's tone was even more sinister, "You don't know how easy it is for us, you don't know how easy it is for him. He is a child prodigy and a talented man in the world, but for the sake of me, he copied those insignificant words, imitated those paintings he looked down upon, and wrote for the wine bag. If it weren't for you, how could this case be settled like this?"

When Han Sheng mentioned Han Qi, his tone became even more intense and painful, as if half of the anger in his heart was caused by Han Qi.

Bo Ruoyou opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "But... your brother, he pleaded guilty..."

Han Sheng's expression suddenly changed, and he turned vicious and frightened, and a little irritable, "No! It's not my brother, it's me... I killed the person, it has nothing to do with my brother. How can he confess his guilt? No, you have no evidence. Even if he confesses guilt, you can't convict him. Damn, it's so hateful. Do you want to be scolded?!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes became even more hatred. Seeing Bo Ruoyou curled up on the ground, he suddenly looked around anxiously, as if he wanted to find a rope immediately and strangle her to death.

But Bo Ruoyou stopped talking. She shrank together and did not move. As if she had finished speaking, she had used all her strength after saying that. Han Sheng sneered, then picked up the carving knife and gestured on Bo Ruoyou's shoulders. But he cut Bo Ruoyou's hands, which always made her shoulder blades uneven. He frowned impatiently for a moment, and then raised his hand to untie both hands that were cut behind him.

He was worried that he tied Bo Ruoyou's hands in front of him. This made Bo Ruoyou's back extend, which was conducive to his knife, but Bo Ruoyou's shoulders were still trembling, which always made him feel irritated. However, he made up his mind to peel her alive, so he had to hold her down with one hand.

"I saw you take my brother away with you. You still want to take me and want me to commit suicide, but how can there be so many kingly laws in this world? The lowly ones are bullied for the rest of their lives, and the wealthy ones can be the master of that person for the rest of their lives. My brother must be suffering now, but it doesn't matter. My brother is innocent, and the government office will always let him go, and I will find the sins that my brother suffered in you..."

The sharp pain made Bo Ruoyou grit his teeth in an instant, but she still didn't move, as if she could only tremble and lose consciousness. This also made Han Sheng lower his vigilance. He carefully cut off his knife and first drew a small dot after a while the circle fan was drawn. Just as he pierced into Bo Ruoyou's skin one by one, his hand pressing Bo Ruoyou's shoulders also relaxed, and his anxious expression gradually calmed down, as if he was fascinated by the careful and precise tracing.

Bo Ruoyou touched the knot on his wrist without showing any expression. This was a sliver knot that he had been tiring in a hurry. Although it was tied very tightly, Bo Ruoyou was familiar with such knots. She was extremely light and slow, and loosened her hand. She turned her back to the fire. At this moment, she opened her eyes and could vaguely see a piece of wood lying horizontally in front of her.

She did not move immediately. The tingling pain on her shoulders made her body feel clearer and clearer. She could even feel that the tip of the knife on her back had been drawn into a small circle. Han Sheng was extremely accurate in cutting the knife, and was afraid of destroying the perfection of the arc. The knife was not heavy. Just as Han Sheng bent over for a while and was feeling tired and straightened up and exhaled, Bo Ruoyou suddenly got up forward, picked up the broken wood on the ground and rushed back with all his strength.

Han Sheng was immersed in the drawing, but he didn't expect that Bo Ruoyou, who was half dead, would untie the knot and touch the object that attacked him. Before he could react, the broken wood suddenly hit his left face.

This blow was not enough to be fatal, but it made Han Sheng fall to the right. The golden light flashed in front of him, and his face swollen more quickly. Bo Ruoyou wanted to hit him in his temple, but Han Sheng was half-squatting, higher than she expected, and it only hit her face. But this one was her only life.

Bo Ruoyou got up and ran out.

"stop--"

Han Sheng covered his face and shouted. He held the carving knife in one hand and chased after him with a ferocious expression. Bo Ruoyou was weak and stumbled, his skirt was loose, and his feet were often tripped over the debris on the ground from time to time. Even so, she still ran towards what seemed to be the exit of the main entrance.

At the moment of life and death, Bo Ruoyou gritted his teeth and tried his best, but as she was about to run to the door, she was tripped by something under her feet, and she couldn't help but pounced down in the direction of the door. She threw a heavy drop. Before Bo Ruoyou could get up, she heard the footsteps behind her. She tried hard to get up, but the next moment she had already stepped on her skirt.

Han Sheng's breath approached, and Bo Ruoyou subconsciously looked back. As soon as he turned around, a sharp light pierced her eyes. Han Sheng, who was angry, held a carving knife and stabbed her on her body. At that moment, despair that had never happened before hit Bo Ruoyou. She knew that the only chance of life had not escaped. Han Sheng was afraid that he would not wait to peel it and take her life first!

She subconsciously closed her eyes.

This moment was longer than Bo Ruoyou imagined, and it was so long that tears could not be suppressed that she could not help but slide from the corner of her eyes. She thought of Cheng Yunzhi. If she died, he was seriously ill and no one would serve him in the future. She also thought of Huo Weilou. She had not waited for him, and he would be angry. A move from Qiqi gave the murderer another chance to harm others, angering her stupid-

Bo Ruoyou waited for the sword to fall in despair, but when her thoughts flashed, the sword had not fallen on her. At this moment, amid the tinnitus and the crackling sounds, she heard the chaotic and closer footsteps, and another "bang" sound settled beside her. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Han Sheng who was lying on the ground first. A short dagger was inserted into his chest, and blood appeared under his robe, and he curled up in pain.

Bo Ruoyou was stunned and had not reacted. At this time, a sound of footsteps sounded behind her. Before she could turn around, a long arm had already embraced her in her arms.

More footsteps surrounded her, some were talking, and some were holding Han Sheng, but Bo Ruoyou's ears rumbling, but she couldn't hear a word clearly. With the last bit of strength, she raised her eyes and saw only a pair of blood-filled phoenix eyes.

Bo Ruoyou didn't want to cry, but when he saw him, tears couldn't help but pour down. The phoenix eyes felt even more distressed for a moment. They pulled off their robe to wrap her around, picked her up horizontally and walked out. Bo Ruoyou's tense body finally softened weakly, and without the will to hold on, she fainted almost immediately.

"Training the horse—"

Huo Weilou walked into the rain, and his voice was hoarse. Ning Xiao brought the horse over. Huo Weilou put Bo Ruoyou on the horse's back, turned over and tightened the reins and ordered, "Let Ming Guilan pass through the Hou's Mansion and go to the Cheng family to say something."

Before Ning Xiao could finish his response, Huo Weilou rode his whip into the rainy night. He rode his horse all the way, and the people in front of him were taken into his arms. He was anxious and distressed, and he wanted to fly back to the Marquis' Mansion. The embroidered clothes envoy who accompanied him also rode his horse and whip. When others stopped in front of the Marquis' Mansion, the embroidered clothes envoy had already returned to report, and Eunuch Fu even changed his expression and greeted him from the inside.

"What the hell is going on?"

The two were soaked. Although Bo Ruoyou was wrapped in Huo Weilou's robe, it was useless and had already been unconscious. Eunuch Fu followed Huo Weilou and helped her arm, feeling like she was holding ice under her palm, and said immediately: "How is this good? Where is the injury?"

Huo Weilou walked in with Bo Ruoyouji in his arms, "injuring it on his shoulders and back and neck."

As soon as he saw Bo Ruoyou, Huo Weilou checked. When Eunuch Fu heard this, he frowned and said, "Not to mention the injuries, everyone is frozen. When I go to prepare hot water, I have to wipe my body and change my clothes. Don't worry, Master Ming is coming soon."

Huo Weilou did not respond. Eunuch Fu ran all the way to order someone. When Bo Ruoyou was carried to his bedroom, the hot water also brought it to the inner room. However, Eunuch Fu looked at the big man in the room and felt a little troubled. They were all men. Who would wipe Youyou's clothes?

Huo Weilou's eyes were wrong and "put it out of the ear room."

The ear room was the place where Huo Weilou bathed. Eunuch Fu understood and immediately sent someone to send the hot water. After half of the hot water was filled in the bathtub, Huo Weilou hugged Bo Ruoyou and put her in.

The hot water didn't reach his chest. Huo Weilou looked at the blue-white face, as if Bo Ruoyou's eyes were dull. Eunuch Fu hurriedly said, "Mr. Marquis is taking care of him, old slave will pick up Mr. Ming..."
Chapter completed!