By the end of the night, the voices of the people in the streets had disappeared, and most of the travelers in the inn had come back to sleep. Except for the sound of the wind whirring outside the window, all sounds have gradually fallen silent.

Nie Xiaoman still didn't come back, and Jing Mo felt uneasy. Xiaoman is out socializing all day today, why hasn't he come back late at night? And Xiaoman knew that he was sick alone in the inn, if it was not necessary, why didn't he come back at this time?

Some uneasy thoughts began to invade Jing Mo's consciousness. Could it be that there was an accidental case that kept Nie Xiaoman? … Or was there something unfortunate about him? Is this yourself in the nervous state?

No, because sometimes a person who is sleek everywhere, even in eight directions, is not necessarily a pure good person. If you are willing to be responsible in doing things in the officialdom, on the one hand, you can certainly be respected by your colleagues, but on the other hand, you will inevitably be jealous, suspicious, and even resentful.

He and Xiaoman have solved countless cases over the years, and they have received a lot of praise from all aspects, but there are no people who secretly have a grudge against the two. This time the two of them went on a trip, He Shuda probably had already leaked the news, if there were some bad guys secretly calculating Nie Xiaoman, it was also very possible.

I don't know how long it has been, but the inside and outside of the inn have been completely silent, and Jing Mowu can't fall asleep. Jing Mo's head was still aching for a while, and his nostrils still felt uncomfortably blocked, as if the headache was also caused by the blocked nostrils.

Suddenly, a strange voice came into Jing Mo's ears. With a slight shock, he leaned up from his bed and listened. But there was still silence in the inn, and there was no more sound. After sitting for a while, Jing Mo finally felt a little tired, so he lay down again, thinking that maybe it was really his nerves that were at work.

Woo...... Woo...... Woo....

The strange sound continued to be heard! The voice was mournful and long, like the chirping of an unknown insect in an autumn night, or like someone whining in a low voice. Jing Mo judged that the source of the sound should be on the street below the balcony outside the window.

Jing Mo was very curious, and he didn't care that he was still a little uncomfortable, so he sat up from the bed, put on an orangutan felt cloak, and walked gently to the window. Jing Mo first pulled up a corner of the curtain and looked out......

The light of an oil lamp in the darkness below lit up, and it was shining directly at the window where Jing Mo was, but in an instant, the light was immediately extinguished. Jing Mo was taken aback and hurriedly lowered the curtains, squatting down, and was suspicious in his heart.

What's going on? Could it be that his own imagination has unfortunately become a reality, who really wants to come and embarrass himself? But looking at Nie Xiaoman's late night and not returning, coupled with this strange sound and light, isn't it a coincidence? At this time, the speed of Jingmo's thoughts fluctuated like the turbulent Yangtze River.

How do you deserve it? Just go back to bed and go to bed if nothing happens? This is naturally impossible. Just open the window and take a look? No, that's too risky. After thinking about it, Jing Mo finally decided that it was better to quietly go downstairs to take a look, and then improvise.

Jing Mo had almost forgotten about the headache now, hurriedly packed up, buttoned up the leather robe, pulled out his shoes again, and finally put on the orangutan felt cloak, and finally opened the baggage, took out the standing cross short sword, and calmed down, ready to open the door and go downstairs.

Before opening the door, Jing Mo hesitated again. At this time, except for the janitor and the men on night duty in the inn, all the travelers were asleep. If the gatekeeper asks him questions, what words will he answer?

Will there really be an Assassin? Or are you nervous? If so, will it make a joke? Although this kind of rash action doesn't have much to do with him personally, but when it spreads outside, it affects Nie Xiaoman's reputation, isn't it embarrassing? Became a joke?

At this time, Jing Mo seemed to hear the slight sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the bedroom.

The sound was also strange, as if someone was deliberately slowing down, as if they were deliberately tiptoeing around. What's even stranger is that the footsteps seem to stop when they reach the door of Jingmo's room! This couldn't help but surprise Jing Mo's heart! Not good! I'm really rushing at myself!

Jing Mo's nerves couldn't help but tense, holding the short sword in one hand, he stood still in place, ready for someone to push the door in. After a while, the door never moved, but Su Jingmo's heart clearly felt that there was someone standing outside the door!

The two of them were hostile to each other through a trigger door like this, and finally Su Jingmo couldn't bear it anymore! Jing Mo then turned his heart sideways, plucked up his courage, held a short sword in his right hand, and slammed the door button in his left hand, and slammed the door open.

There was a man standing outside the door!

Jing Mo felt that the blood was surging upward, and there was a way to strike first to be strong, and then to suffer. Just as Jing Mo raised the short sword in his right hand and was about to start, if it wasn't for that person to open his mouth, he might have caused a big disaster.

The man shouted in a low voice, "Su Jingmo, what are you doing?" ”

Jing Mo was stunned for a moment, hurriedly collected his thoughts, and put down the hand holding the short sword. Jing Mo's eyes burst out of the light to a darker place, and he couldn't see clearly for a while. The man seemed to be wearing a robe with a wide collar, and the two straps of the pure scarf were gently fluttering.

However, Jing Mo listened to the voice that would never be wrong, and knew that this person was the Nie Xiaoman he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Nie Xiaoman entered the door, and while turning around to gently close the door, he pressed his hand on Jing Mo's shoulder.

Xiaoman asked in a low voice, "Is your headache better?" Then Xiao Man saw the cross short sword in Jing Mo's hand, and said in surprise: "What's the matter?" Who are you going to stab with this thing? ”

Su Jingmo was stunned, unable to answer for a while, just staring blankly at Nie Xiaoman. Xiao Man's face also looked horrified, and his surprised gaze was intently injected into Jing Mo's face.

Jing Mo asked nervously, "Nie Xiaoman, what have you ever encountered?" ”

Nie Xiaoman asked rhetorically, "What do you mean?" ”

"Have you ever had any accidents—like a covert assault or something?"

Nie Xiaoman was still staring at Jing Mo's face and shook his head slowly.

"No, I don't. Why do you ask that? ”

"Then why did you come back late at night?"

"Because of Shuda's introduction, I met a few military attaches who came back from the front line, and I listened to them talk about the experience of fighting with the Japanese slaves, and I was so confused that I forgot the moment, and I am sorry to leave you here alone."

"Then you should send someone to deliver a letter, right?"

"I had this intention at first, but it was a little inconvenient for a while, so I didn't deliver it. I'm sorry, Jingmo. ”

"Well, well, it looks like I'm thinking too much! However, it is so rare that you can listen to it and lose track of time. ”

At the beginning of the year, the Japanese slaves invaded Wenzhou and Taizhou Prefectures in Zhejiang, among which Yueqing, Linhai, Xiangshan and other places suffered the most. Not long before that, some new Japanese invaded Fuzhou, Xinghua, and Quanzhou in Fujian Province from Wenzhou, Taiwan, and other prefectures in Zhejiang, and all of them landed and burned and plundered. Half a month later, the new Japanese captured Fuqing County, captured Ye Zongwen, the magistrate, robbed the treasury prison, killed more than 1,000 men and women, and burned countless official and civilian houses. ”

Jing Mo heard this and said angrily: "What a ruthless thief, he actually killed more than 1,000 of my people, thinking that the victim's family will inevitably be ruined and devastated, even if the living person will suffer this trauma for the rest of his life." ”

Nie Xiaoman patted Jingmo's shoulder, and said with a reluctant smile: "When you are sick physically, it is often easy to think about what is wrong. You suspect that I have an accident out of thin air, and that's why. ”

Jing Mo said: "This is not completely out of thin air. ”

"Oh, what's going on?"

"There have been strange noises and strange lights on the street outside the window, which are very suspicious." Jing Mo then concisely told Xiao Man about all the situations that had passed.

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