Anthology of Gu Long: The Prodigal Son of Border Town

Chapter 17 Spring Breeze Thaws (2)
Ma Fangling opened it and looked, and a gentle smile like a spring breeze appeared on her face immediately.

Ye Kai looked at her and felt that she was a very cute girl, straightforward and innocent, sometimes just like a child.

He couldn't help but took her hand and kissed her gently.

Her face was red again, burning hot.

At this moment, someone suddenly heard someone coughing gently.

The man was smiling and looking at them.

Ma Fangling's face turned redder, and she immediately hid her hands behind her back.

Third Aunt smiled and said, "We should go back!"

Ma Fangling lowered her head with a blushing face, and said, "Yes."

The third aunt said: "I'll wait for you outside first."

When she went out, seemingly intentionally or not, she looked back and smiled at Ye Kai.

Fascinating smile.

Ma Fangling's smile is bright and lovely, just like the sunshine in early spring.

Her smile is like thick spring, so thick that you can't melt it, so thick that you can't drink it and get drunk.

In front of her, Ma Fangling looked more like a child.

No matter who saw her go out, they would feel a special taste, as if something had been stolen by her.

Of course Ye Kai couldn't show this feeling, so he suddenly asked, "Every time you go to town, do you take that carriage?"

Ma Fangling obviously didn't understand why he asked this question, but she nodded anyway.

Ye Kai said: "How many carriages like that do you have?"

Ma Fangling said: "There is only one. People here prefer to ride horses."

Ye Kai sighed and said, "Because you want to take this carriage, they can only come back by themselves."

Ma Fangling asked, "Who are they?"

Ye Kai said: "The guest who went with me last night."

Ma Fangling said with a smile: "They are not children anymore, what does it matter if they come back by themselves? Why do you sigh?"

Ye Kai sighed again, and said, "Because thirteen of them came, one of them is dead now, and eleven are missing."

Ma Fangling opened her eyes wide and said, "Who is dead?"

Ye Kai said: "Flying spider."

Ma Fangling asked, "Where is the missing one?"

Ye Kaidao: "Mr. Le Da, Murong Mingzhu and his nine followers."

Ma Fangling said: "He is such a big man, how could he disappear?"

Ye Kai said slowly: "There are always strange things happening in this place."

Ma Fangling pursed her lips and said, "Maybe it's just your suspicion. Maybe they will come back soon."

Ye Kai shook his head, and suddenly said: "Can I take your carriage to the front?"

Ma Fangling said: "Of course. It's just... what are you doing in front?"

Ye Kai said: "Go and find those who are missing."

Ma Fangling said: "How do you know they are still around? Maybe they went back by another way?"

Ye Kai said: "No."

Ma Fangling said, "Why not?"

Ye Kai said: "I know."

Ma Fangling said, "How do you know?"

Ye Kai said: "Someone told me."

Ma Fangling asked, "Who told you?"

Ye Kai looked down at his hands, and said word by word: "It's a dead person..."

Ma Fangling said in shock, "Dead?"

Ye Kai nodded, and said slowly: "Do you know that dead people sometimes talk, but their way of speaking is different from living people."

Ma Fangling looked at him in surprise, and said slowly: "Do you believe what the dead man said?"

Ye Kai nodded again, with a mysterious smile on his lips, and said: "Only what the dead tell you will never be false... because he doesn't have to lie to you anymore."

The dead man's tightly clenched fists had loosened, and his fingers were bent and stiff.Even though the dead man can tell some secrets, his hand will never let go.The tightly clenched fists of the flying spider were loosened, and its fingers were bent and stiff.

Ma Kongqun stood beside the coffin, staring at the hands with piercing eyes.

He neither looked at the distorted face of the dead man, nor at the congealed blood stains at the corners of his mouth, but just stared at these hands.

So everyone is staring at the hands.

Ma Kongqun suddenly said: "What did you see?"

Hua Mantian and Yun Zaitian looked at each other and remained silent.

Gongsun concluded: "These are just the hands of two dead people, and they are no different from other dead people."

Ma Kongqun said: "Yes."

Gongsun said: "What's the difference?"

Ma Kongqun said: "These hands were held tightly at first, but they were pulled away later."

Gongsun said: "Can you see it?"

Ma Kongqun said: "The dead man's bones and blood are already cold and hard. It is not easy to open the dead man's hand, so his fingers are twisted like this, and there are scars on them."

Gongsun concluded: "Maybe he was injured before he died."

Ma Kongqun said: "Absolutely not."

Gongsun said: "Why?"

Ma Kongqun said: "Because if you were injured during your lifetime, there must be blood stains on the wound, only people who have been dead for a long time will not bleed."

He suddenly turned to Yun Zaitian and said, "When you saw this corpse, did he have been dead for a long time?"

Yun Zaitian nodded, and said, "At least he's been dead for an hour, because by that time his body was completely cold."

Ma Kongqun said: "Where was his hand at that time? Did he hold it tightly?"

Yun Zaitian pondered, lowered his head, and said, "I didn't pay attention to his hand at that time."

Ma Kongqun lowered his face and said coldly: "What did you pay attention to at that time?"

Yun Zaitian said: "I...I am in a hurry to question other people."

Ma Kongqun said: "What did you ask?"

Yun Zaitian bowed his head and said, "No."

Ma Kongqun said in a deep voice: "Next time you'd better remember that the dead may tell you more things than the living, and they are far more reliable than the living."

Yun Zaitian said: "Yes."

Ma Kongqun said: "He must be holding something tightly in his hands. This thing must be a very important clue. Maybe he grabbed it from the murderer. If you found such a thing at that time, we might be able to kill it now." I know who the murderer is."

Yun showed a look of awe in his celestial eyes, and said, "I will definitely pay attention next time."

Only then did Ma Kongqun's expression soften, and he asked again: "Who else was near this coffin besides you?"

Yun Zaitian's eyes suddenly flashed light, and said: "There is also Ye Kai!"

Ma Kongqun said: "Did you see him move this corpse?"

Yun Zaitian lowered his head again, shook his head and said, "I didn't pay attention either, but..."

Ma Kongqun said: "Just what?"

Yun Zaitian said: "It's just that he seems to be very interested in this corpse. He stood by the coffin and looked at it for a long time."

Ma Kongqun sneered and said, "This young man may have seen far more things than you thought."

Gongsun Duan couldn't help but said: "This man is just a snitch, whether he is dead or alive, what does it have to do with us?"

Ma Kongqun said: "Yes."

Gongsun concluded: "Is it related?"

Ma Kongqun nodded and said: "Although this man is a snitch, he is the most shrewd snitch. As long as he makes a move, he is sure to be safe. It can be seen that he must be very accurate and careful in observing others."

He slowly continued: "That's why I specially asked someone to find him here..."

Gongsun Duan lost his voice and said, "Did you find this person specially?"

Ma Kongqun said in a deep voice, "I paid 5000 taels of silver to invite you here."

Gongsun said: "What do you want him to do?"

Ma Kongqun said: "Ask him to investigate secretly for me, who is the one who came to seek revenge."

Gongsun said: "Why are you looking for him?"

Ma Kongqun said: "Because he has nothing to do with this matter, others will naturally be less vigilant about him, and he will naturally have more chances to find out the truth."

Gongsun Duan sighed, and said: "It's a pity that he didn't find out anything, and he died."

Ma Kongqun said in a deep voice: "If he doesn't find out anything, he won't die!"

Gongsun said: "Oh?"

Ma Kongqun said: "It was because he had discovered the murderer's secret that he was killed to silence him!"

Gongsun Duan widened his eyes and said: "So we only need to find out who killed him, then we can know who is the one who came to trouble us."

Ma Kongqun said coldly: "That's why the clues in his hands are so important!"

Gongsun concluded: "I'll ask Ye Kai, did he take that thing?"

Ma Kongqun said: "No need."

Gongsun said: "Why?"

Ma Kongqun said: "When he died, Ye Kai was in the town, so the murderer was definitely not Ye Kai."

He continued coldly: "Besides, if Ye Kai really took something from him, no one will be able to ask."

Gongsun Duan put his hand on the handle of the knife again, sneered, with an expression of disbelief.

Ma Kongqun pondered, and said again: "Before he died, who was with him?"

Yun Zaitian said: "Mr. Le Da, Murong Mingzhu, Fu Hongxue."

Ma Kongqun asked, "Where are their people now?"

Yun Zaitian said: "Fu Hongxue has returned to the town, but Leleshan and Murong Mingzhu have disappeared."

Ma Kongqun lowered his face and said, "Go find them, take forty people to find them."

Yun Zaitian said: "Yes."

Ma Kongqun said: "A group of ten people, divided into four groups, bring plenty of food, water and rations, if you can't find any clues, you are not allowed to come back!"

Yun Zaitian said: "Yes."

No matter what Ma Kongqun said, his face was always submissive. In front of Ma Kongqun, this martial arts master who was once a master in the past seemed to have turned into a slave.

Gongsun Duantu shouted again: "I'll go find Fu Hongxue!"

Ma Kongqun said: "No need."

Gongsun Duan said angrily: "Why is there no need? Could it be that this kid can't be found?"

Ma Kongqun sighed and said, "Can't you see how this man died?"

Gongsun Duan lowered his head to look at the handle of the knife in his hand, and said, "Who stipulates that those who carry a knife must use it to kill?"

Ma Kongqun didn't answer this question immediately, Yun Zaitian retreated knowingly and took the door behind him.

Gongsun Duan raised his head and asked again: "Who stipulated that he must kill with a knife?"

Ma Kongqun said: "He himself."

Gongsun said: "His own?"

Ma Kongqun said: "If he is really here for revenge, then the knife in his hand is a symbol of his revenge. If he wants to kill someone, he must use a knife!"

He smiled faintly, and continued: "If he didn't come for revenge, why did you go to him?"

Gongsun Duan didn't speak any more, he turned and walked out, his footsteps were heavy like an angry bull.

Looking at his huge back, Ma Kongqun suddenly showed melancholy and fear in his eyes, as if he had already seen some very tragic and unfortunate things from this person.

Forty men, forty horses.

Forty large sheepskin bags were filled with clean water and dry food.

The knife has been sharpened, and the arrow has been wound.

Yun Zaitian checked carefully twice, and finally nodded in satisfaction, but his voice was more severe:

"Ten people in a group, look for them separately, if you can't find you, don't come back!"

Gongsun Duan has returned to his house.

Although the room looked a little messy, it was spacious and comfortable. The walls were lined with shiny and bright animal skins, and the tables were filled with all kinds of delicious wine. On lonely nights, as long as he wanted, someone would come from the town to serve him. He sends the woman.

This is what he deserves.He's bleeding and sweating enough.

But he has never been satisfied with this kind of life, because deep in his heart, there is still a knife and a whip buried.

He buried it with his own bloody hands!
No matter what he was doing, the knife was always stirring in his heart, and the whip was always beating his soul.

The big gold cup on the table was still full of wine, and he drank it in one gulp, tears were already choking out of his eyes.

Now someone has finally come to take revenge, but he can only sit in the room like a shameless little daughter-in-law, secretly wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves—no matter what the reason is, the tears are always tears.

He poured another full glass of wine and drank it down.

"Patience! Why do you have to be patient? Since you may come to kill me, why can't I kill you first?"

He rushed out.

Maybe he didn't want to kill someone, but he was too scared.

Not hatred, not anger, but fear!

When a person wants to kill, fewer people kill out of hatred and anger, and more people kill out of fear!

When a person wants to kill, it is often not because others hurt him, but because he hurts others.

This is also the greatest tragedy of mankind since ancient times.

(End of this chapter)