On the morning of the fourth day, the prison officer took Han Mengxiao to the interrogation room. When he entered, the light was a little dark. Yue Wuyou stood by the window with his hands behind his back. His tall body looked a little lonely in his sight. He didn't know what he was thinking.
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"Master Yue." Han Mengxiao waited for a long time and saw no reaction from Yue Wugou, so she couldn't help but remind him.
Yue Wugou turned back: "You're here, sit down!" He pointed to the wooden chair next to Han Mengxiao, said this softly, and then turned to look out the window.
This... Han Mengxiao was a little strange about Yue Wugou's behavior. The tone when he talked to her didn't sound like an interrogator talking to a suspect, but like a friend who had known him for a long time. And why was he looking out the window all the time?
What is he waiting for? Thinking of this, words rushed out of his mind: "What are you waiting for?"
"Well, wait until it snows." Yue Wugou replied naturally: "Si Tianjian said there will be strong winds in the northwest today and there will be snow!"
Is it...snowing? Han Mengxiao frowned: "What's the point of snowing?" Her intuition told her that Yue Wugou was not the childish little boy who was excited about the snow.
"It's snowing, I can go home." There were only two of them in the quiet room. Although they were very close to each other, Han Mengxiao felt that Yue Wugou's voice was far away, and it was an extremely ethereal sound.
The feeling filled her heart with sadness. She unconsciously repeated Yue Wu Gou's actions and looked out the window.
The sun is shining brightly and there is no wind. Where does the snow come from?
Then Han Mengxiao suddenly felt something strange. After coming to this world, she was busy recuperating first, then renovating the dilapidated house in the palace, and spent some time carelessly with Zi Yihan, who was dressed as a guard, and attended the palace banquet.
After moving out of the palace, recruiting workers, and now opening a black shop, such a long time has passed. Calculating that this world should be in the twelfth lunar month of winter, let alone heavy snow, not even a few snow particles have been seen.
"Has it... ever... snowed here?" Han Mengxiao asked tentatively with a chill in his heart.
Yue Wugou didn't look back this time, and didn't seem to notice Han Mengxiao's somewhat strange question. He still said softly and naturally: "No, it hasn't snowed since I was born."
"How old are you this year?" Han Mengxiao continued to ask.
"Twenty-one."
Oh my God! Han Mengxiao's eyes widened. Yue Wugou said that it had never snowed since he was born. He is twenty-one years old this year, but the Zimo Dynasty has not snowed for twenty-one years! What the hell is this?
world?
Han Mengxiao immediately thought of what Yue Wugou said before and thought about it carefully. She stared at his back and said, "If it doesn't snow, does it have anything to do with you?"
"Of course!" Yue Wugou affirmed, repeating what he just said: "I can go home when it snows."
"Okay," Han Mengxiao smiled helplessly. She really couldn't figure out what the connection between snowing and going home was, but the man waiting for it to snow made her feel like he was a fallen person in the world. She also
I can’t go home!
She remembered what the dead Yue Lao told her before leaving: "Meng girl, it's not that I won't send you back. You have your mission here, and you must complete it." As for what it was, Yue Lao didn't know.
Tell her and run away.
After an unknown amount of time, Yue Wugou turned around, coughed slightly, woke up Han Mengxiao who was immersed in his own world, and said, "I found the murderer who poisoned him."