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In the past few days, the people who came to inquire have changed. I guess the original ones have become impatient. The new person said to Zhou Xihan: "Zhou Xihan, you should tell the truth honestly. You should know that even if you don't admit it, the evidence is conclusive."

The same judgment will be made at that time and will not be affected."

Zhou Xihan originally pretended to be sick, but now he suddenly stopped pretending and said loudly: "You want me to sign, or you want me to fabricate that I killed someone? In this life, I can kill, but I won't fabricate that I killed someone."

I will explain the day when I really kill someone. Now, don’t bother me. Since you can judge, you can judge. Am I a fool? I would not choose this way to commit suicide. I think

, do you have any intellectual problems?"

The two interrogators shook their heads and said helplessly, "It seems that this person has resisted to the end. Let's go. There is no point in asking more questions."

At night, Zhou Xihan suffered from insomnia. He smiled bitterly and said to himself, "Murder, what a joke. I saved a few damn people, but I became a murderer. Haha, funny."

After saying that, he thought again, who did this? It seems that a group of people have decided that I am a murderer. It seems that the evidence is conclusive. How can I defend myself to the judge? What kind of evidence have they obtained about me? Is this matter possible?

Is this really an unjust case?

I can't think of it, this thing is too bizarre.

Suddenly, in the distance, the melodious sound of the flute came from afar, like resentment, complaint, sadness, and weeping. It was too familiar, gentle, and desolate...

Two lines of tears rolled down.

This flute sound was not heard once. Every time I heard this sound, a nameless sadness surged into my heart. In Zhou Xihan's mind, a sad scene once again appeared: a noble and elegant woman, holding a pipa in her arms,

Under the white moonlight, I played the pipa with my hand, and there was a faint trace of love in my eyes, accompanied by deep resentment, and I used the sound of the piano to express my inner desolation and lament...

This picture of the Autumn Moon in the Han Palace appeared in Zhou Xihan's mind many times. This woman seemed familiar. This time, in this late night, Zhou Xihan saw this woman more clearly in his mind. It seemed that every pore of her could be seen clearly.

Chu.

The sound of this flute had benefited him a lot in the past when practicing Tian Laizhen. Almost every time he heard the sound of the flute or flute, his skills improved by leaps and bounds. However, this time, the melody of the flute was no longer

It is the kind of rhythm that inspired passion and vitality in the past, but it is a kind of regret and sadness for life.

As the sound of the flute entered the climax, Zhou Xihan's tears also surged like springs.

Suddenly, an old voice spoke, "Young man, what's the joy of life and what's the pain of death? You said you were not a murderer and you were unwilling to die unjustly. In fact, how many people have been unjustly killed since ancient times?

Well, what should I say? If you don’t want to die, you can just escape. But what if you escape? I heard that there is a ‘response to all requests’, so why not ask for it?”

Zhou Xihan didn't pay much attention to this man living in this house. He shrank every day. He couldn't tell whether he was in his forties or sixties. He looked slovenly and dirty. No one followed him.

He is nagging, and he never takes the initiative to say hello to others. Whenever he has free time, he just closes his eyes and meditates.

Now that he suddenly said this, his heart moved, but he soon became disappointed. Isn't this just empty talk? How can he find this "response to all requests" if he is outside, let alone in prison? Besides, he doesn't have it yet.

Is he the one who is implicated by the "responsive person"? Or is he the "number two person who responds to the request". Furthermore, who has ever seen the "responsive person"? The possibility of folklore is very high. It is very likely that there is no such thing as the "responsive person" in the world. It is all people.

A fabricated Zorro-style hero.

Maybe the old man saw Zhou Xihan's hope, so he smiled. His yellow teeth made people feel disgusting, but what he said was even more disgusting.

"Young man, there are high and low people, and there are good and bad ghosts. Hell, I will not accept these unjust ghosts, especially those like you who don't even have a wife."

It’s gone, there’s no one to feed the people, so it’s not worth dying.”

After saying that, hey hey, hey hey, he was so virtuous, he was smiling so disgustingly.

Zhou Xihan ignored this man's gloating. He continued to listen to the sound of the flute in the distance. At this time, the tune had become exciting. He suddenly felt his blood boiling, and the true energy in his body began to surge, rushing along the meridians.

Suddenly, he realized that this was not a sign that his skill had reached another level. In the past, he would have been overjoyed. According to the master, going from the sixth level to the seventh level was a big leap. He once used

It took more than thirty years to overcome this difficulty.

The difficulty of this difficulty is that few people encounter Zhou Xihan being hung up like this, or similar situations. Zhou Xihan was tortured by two policemen, which just helped him overcome this difficulty that took decades to overcome. This cannot be

Needless to say, this is another great opportunity.

The flute was still playing vigorously, and Zhou Xihan seemed obsessed, crazy, and mad. People in the room thought Zhou Xihan was crazy, and they all looked at him in horror and tried to stay away from him.

Suddenly, Zhou Xihan stared at the old man with intense eyes, and punched him hard on the chest. With a dull "bang", the old man shrank like a kite and curled up on the ground.

Everyone was shocked and thought, this madman has killed someone, so the voice of "Kill people, kill people" resounded throughout the room.

However, after everyone shouted a few times, the old man stood up tremblingly and said, "Thank you, thank you so much. Young man, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I can only wish you many children and good fortune in the future." As he said this, he said, "Thank you so much.

Xixi took out a bright yellow gold lock from her underwear, gave it to Zhou Xihan, and said, "This is my only family property, please keep it to express my feelings."

This made Zhou Xihan already as calm as water. He hesitated for a moment, then took the old man's golden lock and said jokingly: "Well, this can be regarded as a burial object."

When the old man heard what he said, he laughed a few more times and said nothing more. He became much more energetic. He went to bed with his legs crossed and hummed a few leagues. He was extremely excited, as if the prison life was quite pleasant.
Chapter completed!