Jing Mo asked again: "There are a lot of people involved in this case, did you shed blood when you were arrested?" ”

"Although we naturally took the guys with us when we went, fortunately, there was no bloodshed. However, things are very dangerous, if it weren't for Lord Nie's early arrangement, we would definitely not be able to go into this cellar so easily, and we would never be able to catch them all like now. ”

Jing Mozuo said in surprise: "What? Nie Xiaoman also has a share in this matter?

Feng Zizhou shook his head and said: "That's not true, I went to his house to see him yesterday, and by the way, I told him that there were clues about the location of this big gambling den, and he told me to use the method of finding a white and well-behaved catcher to disguise himself as a woman and blend in to do internal response." We did what we planned, and sure enough, we saved a lot of trouble. ”

Feng Zizhou said, suddenly stopped, stared at Jing Mo and said strangely: "No, you two are the best, why do you want to call me." Su Shangcha, how long have you not seen Master Nie? ”

"It's about ten days, late autumn, and it's early winter."

"Well, you probably didn't know that he was sick these days."

Jing Mo was lightly taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Alas, I really don't know. What kind of disease does he have? ”

The brows on Feng Zizhou's fat face furrowed sharply, as if he had a sincere concern about Nie Xiaoman's illness.

Feng Zizhou replied: "I don't know very well, just after Shen Shi yesterday afternoon, I went to his house and saw him lying upstairs. I asked him what was wrong, but he downplayed the way he only said that he felt lazy and didn't seem to want to tell me. ”

"Did he say he wasn't sick?"

Feng Zizhou shook his head and said, "But as far as I can observe, the movement of his left arm is a little wooden, as if there is some hidden disease. But he doesn't want to say more, and I can't go into too much detail, so I think you deserve to go and see him. ”

When Jing Mo heard this, he was a little anxious, and began to worry about his old friend: "Yes, thank you for telling me, Master Feng, I am going to go and see it right away." ”

"Good. Please tell him by the way, the gambling den in Honghuadi has been cracked, if there is any news I will contact him in the evening, I will go back to sleep first, and leave it at that. ”

Jing Mo suddenly heard the news of Nie Xiaoman's illness and couldn't help but be a little surprised. A few days ago, he had gone out once, and he and Nie Xiaoman had not seen each other for more than ten days. But if Xiaoman is sick, he should also give himself a message. Why did Nie Xiaoman keep things secret about his illness?

Feng Zizhou also said that Xiaoman seemed to have some hidden disease, which became more and more strange. Besides, in the afternoon, Nie Xiaoman was still lying on the bed, and he was "lazy": the statement. Indeed, it cannot be believed.

I know this old friend too well, Nie Xiaoman has always been very active and not quiet, if he is not sick, he will never lie on the bed. Because of this thought, Su Jingmo was even more anxious to see Nie Xiaoman's emotions, and the more urgent he felt, so he rushed towards the greedy cat's study against the cold wind.

When Jing Mo arrived at the gluttonous cat Zhai, Xiao Man's servant Wei Pu told Jing Mo that Nie Xiaoman was still in the bedroom. Jing Mo then went directly inside, Nie Xiaoman had already heard Jing Mo's voice at this time, so he beckoned to Jing Mo across the house: "Jing Mo, you sit in the study for a while, I will come immediately." ”

This made Jing Mo even more suspicious, why didn't Xiaoman let himself in, could he really be seriously ill and lying in bed? Or even dying? But why do you hide your illness from others, and even yourself? This kind of thing is enough to increase Jing Mo's suspicions.

And in Xiaoman's study, it is still the same for several years. The desk was still not very tidy, and next to the circle chair by the window, there were many scattered books and messy papers as usual. The earth-shattering thunder obtained from the living corpse case is still impressively offered on the desk.

At this time, the window in the study was slightly open, and the faint sunlight in the morning filled half of the room, so although there was no carbon fire in the brass carbon stove, it also felt warm.

As soon as Jing Mo sat down on the official hat chair opposite the circle chair, rubbing his hands a little anxiously, Nie Xiaoman turned out of the back room. Jing Mo paid close attention to Xiao Man's expression when he entered the door, but he didn't see any obvious illness.

Xiao Man was dressed in a newly made black thin strip of cyan trolling, and the black satin shoes on his feet and the net scarf on his head were also very neat, as if he was deliberately dressed neatly like this in order to avoid his suspicions. Because when Xiao Man nodded to himself, he had a smile on his face. However, there was a haggard expression on his cheeks and eyes.

Xiao Man spoke first: "Jingmo, what are you busy with?" ”

Jingmo replied: "I have nothing to do, I have been to Hankou once, and that was for a relative's business, and I had to deal with it. How have you been? After speaking, Jing Mo stared at Xiao Man, seeing how he was going to answer.

"I'm so idle, like a nerd, I spend my days reading books for fun."

Jing Mo thought to himself: "Xiaoman never mentioned the sudden illness. Why? The more he didn't say anything, the more I felt the need to investigate. ”

Jingmo said deliberately: "Didn't you just get up?" ”

Xiao Man slowly sat down on the chair, shook his head and said, "No, I have finished my daily activities, and I have also read today's report of the Criminal Department." When Xiao Man said this, his eyes glanced at the criminal department that was scattered on the floor next to him.

The more Xiaoman cites this kind of counter-evidence, the more he has to cover up his illness. Jing Mo felt that if he wanted to expose Xiaoman's secret, and to achieve the desired effect, he had to take a straightforward approach.

"Nie Xiaoman, aren't you very sick?"

Nie Xiaoman was taking a sip of tea, his eyes staring at Jing Mo's face. After a moment, a forced smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Why are you cursing me?"

Jing Mo's heart moved, thinking, it's too fake, it's too fake, such a quibble is really too fake, and he said: "I already knew!" Why do you hide it from me? ”

Xiaoman said, "Who told you this?" You see, I'm not good, how sick I look? “

"So, why did you lie down for a day yesterday? That's not what you're used to. ”

Nie Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then nodded and complained a little: "I see, that's Feng Zizhou sprinkling my rotten medicine everywhere." I'm not sick, don't believe him. ”

Then, Xiaoman said: "I hate that kind of person who is not sick and pretends to be sick the most, twisting and pretending, it's really uncomfortable to watch!" There are also people who tend to think of minor illnesses as major ones, which also has psychological implications. I absolutely disagree. I think those sentimental beauties and talents in history are really disgusting and disgusting! “

Jing Mo smiled slightly and replied, "Do you want to divert the topic, what kind of talent and beauty do you want to discuss?" But if you are sick and shy about your illness, maybe you are too proactive, right? ”

Nie Xiaoman nodded and said, "But I'm not sick, so why hide my illness?" ”

"But why did you lie down all day yesterday?"

"It was accidental. The night before yesterday, I got a copy of "Journey to the West", and I could see that God had forgotten the time, and I barely slept until the end of the day. Yesterday morning I went out for a walk as usual, and when I came back, I had a headache, so after lunch, I went to bed and rested. When Feng Zizhou came, I was too lazy to go downstairs and asked him to go upstairs to talk, and he thought I was sick. You think this might be a disease? ”

Although Su Jingmo's reason for secretly worrying about the little candy was also beautiful, according to Jiang Feng Zizhou, he felt that Nie Xiaoman's arm was inconvenient to move, and there seemed to be some hidden disease, but now Nie Xiaoman would never mention it.

Could it be that Jiang Feng Zizhou's observation was wrong? Thinking like this, Jing Mo's eyes couldn't help but naturally look at Nie Xiaoman's left arm. There is really nothing to see on the outside, but his left hand moves very little, and it is indeed a bit unnatural.