"Soul-locking car?"

With round apricot eyebrows and upturned willow eyebrows, he looked at the craftsman and then at Xin Yi.

"What are you saying? Don't scare us..."

The craftsman said awkwardly: "Soul-locking car is our nickname. It refers to... a car that has killed people. The villain also said it, maybe because of his eyesight, but you don't believe it..."

Xin Yi looked at him silently.

"I believe it. Brother, you don't have to worry about her, go on."

The craftsman glanced at this pretty official lady, frowned, and seemed to be hesitating for something. After a moment, he said: "A few years ago, there was a case of fireworks exploding here. I wonder if my lady has heard about it?"

Xin Yi's eyebrows remained unchanged and he shook his head at him, "I just arrived in Yangzhou not long ago."

The craftsman nodded as if he suddenly understood. When he heard that she had just arrived, he was obviously relieved and spoke much faster.

"Probably something happened to the fireworks sold by a black-hearted workshop. They exploded and burned to death. At that time, a family of three died on this carriage. Later, the carriage fell into Wei's Automobile Dealership and was renovated.

He was sold again and ended up at my wife’s house somehow…”

Xin Yi was slightly startled, stared at him and asked: "How many years did it take?"

The craftsman thought for a while and said, "Rong Xiao, let's do the math. It seemed to be the seventh year of Qingli, New Year's Eve... oh, it must have been eight years."

Xin Yi laughed softly.

"Sir, you have great eyesight. How can you remember a car that was repaired eight years ago?"

She called her sir gently, but her words were like sharp thorns. The craftsman snorted in dissatisfaction and suddenly removed the wheel on the other side and turned the entire axle mouth over.

"This is a mark made by a small person, so you can recognize it."

That mark is very special, like a sacrificial incense candle.

The craftsman further explained that he had the habit of marking the vehicles he had repaired. Whether it was an ox cart, a horse-drawn carriage or a donkey cart, everything that passed through his hands would leave a mark. And he was in awe of those who had died.

Cars will have different markings.

This car had three candles and three people died. He had only encountered it once in more than ten years in the industry.

Xin Yi believed the craftsman’s words.

A car mechanic you met by chance on the street would not tell such a big lie casually, and the mark was right in front of you.

The question is, how could such a car appear in Zhizhou Yamen and be used by Zhizhou’s family members?

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When he returned home, Xiang Ling and his beloved came out to welcome him, and the eldest brother of the Zhang family was waiting in the house.

My husband and the eldest brother of the Zhang family came to Yangzhou under Xin Yi's instructions. Today, Xiang Ling did not go to the restaurant, but went to meet them.

After being apart for so long, my husband looks much thinner, but his features are more heroic, and his voice is louder than before, which makes Xiang Ling laugh all the time that she looks like a man.

On the other hand, the eldest brother of the Zhang family is as silent as ever and has a calm and steady appearance. At first glance, he is a man who handles things steadily.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Dalang took the lead to interrupt Xiang Ling's laughter.

"It's getting late. If you sisters have anything to say, we can talk to you later. Let's talk to Xin Yi about the shop first."

Xiang Ling made a face at his elder brother and elbowed his beloved.

The beloved man responded: "My eldest brother and I have chosen several shops, but the one at Wenjin Bridge is the most suitable. However, the rent is ridiculously expensive. One month's rent can buy ten acres of dry land..."

Zhang Dalang said: "Ya Shi took us to meet several owners, and when we got in touch, we found the one at Wenjin Qiaotou to be the best to talk to. I told him that we would have to wait until our owner came to see us before we could finalize the decision.

I asked him to wait a few more days for the money, and he happily agreed."

The beloved man nodded and looked at Xin Yi, his face became much more serious.

"My eldest brother said that there are advantages to being expensive. As long as it suits my sister's wishes, I can earn back the rent very quickly. I think it makes sense..."

After saying that, when she saw that Xin Yi didn't say anything, she smiled and said: "But everything depends on sister's wishes. Sister, do you think we can make an appointment to go see it together when we have free time?"

Xin Yi said: "Let's do it tomorrow."

A good shop waits for no one, and she has no other priorities when she comes to Yangzhou. Only by opening a medicine shop and making a living can she have a backbone. Otherwise, won't she become a housewife who is dependent on a man? She can't stand this.

As soon as several people gathered together, they immediately decided on the time for the appointment tomorrow. The eldest brother of the Zhang family would go to the Yahoo to explain things clearly first, while his beloved stayed.

She came to Yangzhou years ago, and wanted to talk about everything she saw and heard in one night, but Xinyi was worried about something, so after sitting for a while, he sent her and Xiang Ling back to the house, and called Xingyuan and Taoyu to prepare water for washing.

, and then go to bed and lie down.

"When the prince comes back, let me know."

Xingyuan chuckled, "My maid understands."

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The weather became a bit colder at night. Xin Yi was wrapped in a quilt and looked at the fiery red light of the silver charcoal, not feeling sleepy at all.

She waited until midnight, but no report came from Xingyuan, but the door was pushed open.

Fu Jiuqu walked in, "I heard you were waiting for me?"

The door was closed, and the man took off his robe and put it on the clothes rack. He approached Xin Yi with the cold scent of wine, sat beside the fire cage next to the bed, and rubbed his hands.

"When you left, I wanted to come back with you. But when I got the chance, I wanted to find out what they were talking about, so I just sat there for a while..."

He turned to look at Xin Yi, like an ordinary husband.

"You're not angry with me, are you?"

Xin Yi raised the pillow, leaned on it and asked, "You didn't drink too much, did you?"

She wanted to make sure that the next conversation would take place when Fu Jiuqu was sober. After all, this guy didn't drink well...

Fu Jiuqu had some misunderstandings. He glanced at her lightly, walked closer and sat on the edge of her bed, held her hand with a half-smile, and patted his face.

"Come on, can you try hitting me twice?"

Xin Yi: "???"

Fu Jiuqu's clear eyes were filled with an affectionate smile: "I'm not drunk. You can hit me as you like, but I won't be angry."

Xin Yi:……

Facing this face with gentle eyebrows, Xin Yi's back felt a little stiff.

This man's frown and actions all looked like Brother Nine. She had to restrain herself before she could speak properly.

"I encountered something when I came back today." Xin Yi calmly retracted his hand, pulled up the quilt to cover himself, broke the axle, and told him what he heard in the car dealership.

"Do you feel that this matter is a little unusual?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't speak for a long time, his lips were raised and his face was slightly cold.

Xin Yi: "What's wrong?"

Fu Jiuqu chuckled lightly and tapped his fingers on the edge of the bed. There was a hint of coldness in his black eyes, "That's really a coincidence. The fireworks incident eight years ago, and me..."

After a pause, he glanced at Xin Yi strangely and suddenly changed his words.

"It has something to do with your ninth brother. To be more precise, it has something to do with his father."

Xin Yi: "Tell me about it?"

Fu Jiuqu leaned toward her a little, stared into her eyes, and smiled, "Didn't you wonder where I went those two nights? That's why."

Xin Yi frowned.

She didn't doubt his whereabouts, but she didn't want to refute. She just sat expressionlessly and listened to what he said...

Then, she learned from Fu Jiuqu's mouth that Brother Jiu had already laid out a trap before coming to Yangzhou, and she couldn't help feeling a little sad for a while.

The story is still the same story, but the person is not the same person.

Brother Ninth had planned everything, except for the person coming, not himself.

Xin Yi's throat became tighter and he lowered his eyes, "Then, what are you going to do next?"

Fu Jiuqu noticed her depression when she mentioned the layout of the Guangling County Prince. Only that virtual man could influence her emotional changes.

"Ha." His heart felt like it was being tightened by a rope, and he was a little out of breath. He knew why he was unhappy, but he couldn't move his eyes away from the fair and delicate little face in front of him.

Bone-cutting pain and bone-cutting insanity.

"I'm going to start with the case of Huzi's parents back then..."

As he spoke, he slowly touched Xin Yi's chin with his hand, raised it little by little, and looked directly at her.

"I'm not your ninth brother, do you believe I can do a good job?"

Xin Yi's eyelids moved slightly and he remained silent.

She is like a glass of calm stagnant water, unable to make any waves.

Fu Jiuqu stared at her dark and moist eyes for a moment, then smiled: "What you miss is something I cannot replace. I will work hard to satisfy you."

Before his voice fell, he released his hand and tucked Xin Yi's quilt, "It's late at night. Go to bed early. If you have any ideas, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Xin Yi nodded silently.

Watching that slender figure turn and leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed.

She thought that Fu Jiuqu had left and would not come back, but within a moment, she heard the slight sound of water in the clean room. Soon, the man came out of the shower, calmly and calmly took out the quilt, and laid the floor in the room.

, then turned off the lights and lay down.

No words were spoken the whole time, only the familiar footsteps.

But every little movement is like a drumbeat stepping on Xin Yi's heart...

She was rolled up in the quilt, calling over and over again amidst her pounding heartbeat.

"Brother Ninth..."

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