Ji Ping'an didn't have much contact with the landlord's "only son". To be precise, he only briefly glanced at him from a distance.
It's normal to not even be impressed.
After all, there are enough things to think about every day, and he is not too free to pay attention to a young child.
But since the landlord came to the door, he still raised his chin and signaled Huang He to invite him in.
When the side door opened, Fang Ling's face with protruding forehead bones and restless eyebrows was revealed. She was still wearing simple clothes, with her sleeves rolled up, but she no longer had the "domineering" look of the past, and her face looked worried.
Seeing Ji Pingan, Fang Ling's eyes lit up:
"Mr. Xiao Li, you are really back!"
Ji Ping'an looked at the landlady who came from "Tingxue Tower" and asked her to sit down with a smile:
"Sit down and talk first. You said that my son is missing?"
Fang Ling walked over nervously, holding a bamboo basket covered with an indigo rag in her hand, and said:
"Yes, I have been missing for most of the day..."
Then, she quickly told what happened.
Things are simple:
After getting up this morning, Fang Ling didn't see Little Fatty. At first, she didn't pay attention. She just thought that Fang Shijie had lost his temper again and ran out to lead the group of "boy scouts" in the streets to play somewhere.
But after a long time, there was no sign, so she began to ask Fang Shijie's "little followers" and the surrounding neighbors.
I learned that no one saw Xiao Pangdun.
It was only then that Fang Ling realized something was wrong, and started to go out and walk around the places where Fang Shijie usually went, but found nothing.
Only then was it confirmed that the person was missing.
"Although my little bastard is a bit naughty, he is actually very sensible. There is no way he could have stayed away for so long without any explanation." Fang Ling looked anxious and confused:
"I just came home and heard that Mr. Li was back, so I wanted to come over and ask you to divine my son's whereabouts."
Fang Ling had heard the news that Ji Ping'an was the "guest of the Pei family".
Ji Pingan said "Oh" and said curiously:
"So, your son disappeared last night?"
Fang Ling nodded, recalled, and said:
"He was still fussing in the first half of the night, but then there was no movement."
Ji Pingan nodded and said:
"You need birth date, or intimate clothing."
"Yes, yes." Fang Ling hurriedly opened the cloth on the bamboo basket. Inside were children's clothes. Next to her, Huang He handed over a pen and paper to write down her birthday.
Ji Ping'an took it without paying much attention.
I just thought of it as helping my neighbor. After all, when I first arrived at Laoliu Street, I even helped my neighbor find his lost cat... It didn't make much difference.
He didn't even use astrology. Instead, he lined up a few copper coins and used Taoist hexagrams for a divination.
"Danglanglang."
The copper coins fell into the plate and made a crisp sound. Fang Ling stared at it nervously, but couldn't understand it, but Ji Ping'an let out a light sigh and looked a little more serious.
He picked up clothing and used it as a "medium" to perform astrology.
After a while, Ji Ping'an suddenly sat up straight, the relaxation on his face disappeared, and turned to surprise and solemnity.
fail!
Regardless of hexagram or horoscope, the result is "failure"!
But you must know that with his current level of breaking six and his understanding of astrology, he is just deducing the whereabouts of a child, and there is absolutely no reason for a mistake.
"Sir?" Fang Ling became more and more nervous when she saw the change in his expression.
Although she is also a martial artist hidden among the people, she does not understand the "Qimen" technique.
Huang He and Mu Yaoyao also looked at Ji Ping'an strangely, but saw the latter looking at Fang Ling deeply, thinking for a moment, and said:
"Can I go to your house and see you?"
Fang Ling's heart sank, realizing that the situation might not be simple.
He immediately led the three of them out of the courtyard, arrived at the Mud Bottle Lane at the back, and stepped into the Fang family's courtyard.
There was nothing unusual in the clean courtyard. Ji Pingran casually asked about the chubby little boy's behavior, whether he had been in contact with anyone recently, or if he had any unusual behavior, etc.
Fang Ling said:
"What kind of people can a child come into contact with? He just hangs out with a group of children... However, if it is abnormal, there are some. This child has been messing with some messy things in the past two months. He was beaten many times and refused to listen. I also like to listen to the fairy tales from those storytellers. I have heard many rumors and tell them in a serious way..."
The landlady recounts one incident after another.
In her eyes, although it felt a little strange, children were not sure about it and didn't think too much about it.
But when Ji Ping'an and others heard this, their eyes changed obviously.
Ji Ping'an pays special attention to:
Failed divination, a series of unusual actions, and coincidental timing.
All point to an incredible possibility.
But, will anyone be reborn as a child?
...Ji Ping'an is highly suspicious, at least from the cases that have been mastered, it has never appeared.
"Which room is his?" he asked after thinking for a while.
Fang Ling did not doubt that he was there and led him into the wing, while Huang He and Mu Yaoyao stayed in the courtyard to wait.
The wing room is not big, with only beds, tables and chairs and some other miscellaneous items.
The sun shines in through the window, and dust floats in the air.
Fang Ling said:
"Shijie used to sleep with me. After all, he is young, but recently he has been clamoring to sleep by himself, so I gave him this room. It is convenient for him, and he always plays some inexplicable things."
Ji Ping'an was curious: "Inexplicable?"
Fang Ling sighed:
"Yes, for example, I heard some poems by the Imperial Master from somewhere, wrote them on paper and sold them at a newspaper, but they were all printed by someone else's morning issue... I even sewed a futon myself, saying that I wanted to imitate Taoists in meditating and ascend. It looked like the devil was stunned, where is the immortal..."
The more Ji Pingan listened, the weirder feeling in his heart became stronger.
Fang Ling walked to the table, bent down and pulled out a box with various sundries inside:
"And this, he made a tiger skin skirt and painted a wooden stick with paint. He also wanted to secretly go outside and play, shouting something like 'Sun Wukong'... Monkey King... Mr. Li, you said he could Could it be related to this? He was abducted by human traffickers?"
These days, there are some wild Taoists among the people who do kidnap and traffic children.
However, what Fang Ling waited for was not an answer, but Ji Ping'an's pupils that suddenly shrank.
He turned his head, suddenly stared at the landlord, and asked:
"What did you say? Sun what?"
Fang Ling suddenly felt something in her heart. Even though she was a practicing martial artist, she was still briefly frightened by the sharp eyes of the young man in front of her, and she said calmly:
"Sun Wukong, Monkey King...what happened?"
Sun Wukong...
At this moment, there was a "buzz" in Ji Ping'an's mind, setting off a huge storm.
Countless thoughts rise and fall.
In this world, there is no Journey to the West, and in my memory, he only told the story about Sun Wukong to him when he was the "National Master" and on his way to conquer the world with the first-generation God Emperor.
And it's just drunken banter.
In other words, if he remembered correctly, with the death of the first generation God Emperor, no one in this world should have known this name.
Is it a coincidence?
No... It would not be unusual if it was just a collision of names, but if the title "Monkey King" and the attire match, there is only one possibility.
At this moment, a playful and smiling face emerged in his mind involuntarily, looking like a young face that was not up to the task.
…
"Let's go, what's the point of being a country boy? How about conquering the world with me?" The young man put his arms around each other and enthusiastically wooed him: "I am a man who wants to be an emperor."
"To be an emperor, only one person is not enough," he pointed out calmly, "How many people do you have?"
The young man chuckled:
"That's a lot. Counting you, there are already two of us."
Then in a blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery was no longer a wilderness, but the city head of the Divine Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
On the night of the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China, fireworks bloomed all over the city, lighting up the entire night sky.
He held his nose and walked up to the city wall, waving his hands to drive away countless soldiers wearing armor and swords.
Looking at the man wearing a brand new dragon robe with only hastily sewn threads, holding a wine jar and drinking happily.
Dancing and spreading his arms: "Look, this is our empire."
…
Ji Ping'an pulled away from the memories, his face remained calm, but his heartbeat was beating like a drum.
Although this guess is ridiculous, it does seem to be the "correct answer."
"It's nothing," Ji Ping'an said without any slight expression:
"I just feel that the name sounds familiar. I seem to have seen it in a story book."
Immediately, he pondered for a moment and said:
"My son's whereabouts are a bit unclear. Let me take a closer look."
Fang Ling held the corners of her clothes with both hands and nodded hurriedly:
"good."
Ji Ping'an took a deep breath, suppressed his complicated thoughts, gently pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, and the shadow of a simple star disk appeared deep in his eyes.
The light in the room in front of me began to flow backwards, and time went back.
At this moment, he used the ability of "Star Officer" to try to play back the scenes recorded by "Starlight".
He saw:
At night, with a lamp like a bean, a child of only seven or eight years old sat at the table, holding a brush and frowning.
I don't know what I was thinking about, but the graffiti on the paper in front of me showed the map of Yuhang City and the towering observatory at the Academy.
a long time.
Fang Shijie erased the pattern on the paper, crumpled it into a ball, then blew out the candle, and lay on the bed, tossing and turning without sleep.
Until late at night, Fang Shijie suddenly turned over and sat up, carefully put on his clothes, stepped on his shoes, silently opened the door and came to the yard.
Seeing this, Ji Ping'an also turned around and walked into the courtyard.
Then, he "saw" Fang Shijie sneak out of the yard, arrive in the alley, and then trot with a solemn expression, as if he had a clear purpose.
Ji Ping'an followed Xiao Pangdun out of the yard and left Mud Bottle Alley following the trajectory of Little Fatty.
At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly popped out of the darkness!
He grabbed it with one hand and covered Fang Shijie's mouth with the other.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
Fang Shijie's eyes widened, and his limbs struggled wildly, but to no avail. He was dragged into the darkness by the black shadow, and was knocked unconscious with a knife.
Then, the man in black seemed to mutter something, put the God Emperor under his arm, and turned into a wisp of smoke and fled away.
at the same time.
A black cat sitting on the ridge of a roof not far away suddenly arched its body, jumped down gently, and followed the former on the streets glowing green under the moonlight.
Peng...the picture suddenly shattered...
Ji Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes, and the shadow of the star disk in his pupils faded away. Because he looked back for too long, he felt a sharp pain in his temples and beads of sweat on his forehead.
"So that's it!"
He exhaled gently, his eyes clear and sharp.
"Based on what I saw and what happened last night, I can deduce the general process."
"Fang Shijie should have clearly witnessed the vision of Yin Yang Academy rising into the sky in the evening."
"So, out of some kind of psychology, he wanted to go out secretly to find out what happened late at night after Fang Ling fell asleep, but he was unexpectedly captured by someone who had been watching nearby."
Whether Fang Shijie was that person or not, he could only be sure if he confirmed it face to face.
But judging from the clues, his identity as a "reborn person" is almost certain.
"But who is the man in black who kidnapped him? Which force does he belong to? Was it because Fang Shijie's series of abnormal actions attracted attention and attracted the enemy?"
Ji Ping'an thought in his heart.
"Master?"
When he came back to his senses, he noticed Huang He and Mu Yaoyao following him, as well as Fang Ling holding a bamboo basket.
Ji Ping'an smiled, shook his head to express that it was okay, and then turned to Fang Ling and said:
"If my divination is correct, my son is indeed not missing normally. Madam, please wait at home with peace of mind. I will look for someone to check and give you an explanation."
Fang Ling forced out a smile:
"Thank you."
Then the three of them were politely sent away.
After everyone left, Fang Ling closed the courtyard door, leaned against the wooden door, and took off her disguise.
This former heroine, who had been living in seclusion for many years, had empty eyes and murmured:
"Could it be that you guys came to the door..."
The other side.
Huang He said curiously:
"Sir, what did you see? Is there something wrong with that little fat guy?"
Mu Yaoyao jumped up and followed, stretching her neck at this moment, looking like she was seeking knowledge, and said:
"That little fat guy is quite cute."
Cute... Ji Ping'an's mouth twitched and he said:
"I'll handle this matter, you go back and wait."
Huang He was curious: "Are you going out?"
"Well," Ji Ping'an said meaningfully as the "black cat" appeared in his mind:
"Go find witnesses."
…
…
Dark, raw, bumpy...
When Fang Shijie woke up from the coma, he felt pain in the back of his neck, dizziness and drowsiness in his brain.
He struggled to hold up his body with both hands, making himself sit up, and opened his eyelids. A slightly dim light entered his eyes, and then the surrounding scenery became clear.
He was startled.
I saw that I was locked in a "prison car".
No, to be precise, he was inside a moving carriage.
There was only an iron cage fixed in the huge carriage.
At this moment, he was locked in an iron cage. In the dark car, only wisps of light came in when the thick black curtain in front shook.
It showed that it was daytime outside.
"Where is this place?" The God Emperor looked confused. He beat his head and reluctantly recalled:
After witnessing the strange phenomenon at the observatory last night, I guessed that Qin Tianjian might be arriving in Yuhang.
According to the information he had gathered, the current supervisor was the direct disciple of the Imperial Master.
Although when he died that year, the Imperial Master had not officially accepted a disciple, but since he was the eldest disciple... he was always more reliable than outsiders.
Therefore, His Majesty the God-Emperor decided to take a big risk and defect to Yin-Yang Academy. As a result, His Majesty failed to succeed and the middle path collapsed...
"I've been caught!"
The first generation of God Emperor was shocked.
In his mind, he conjured up a series of tragedies such as kidnapping and trafficking, maiming himself, throwing him into a remote place to beg on the street, even skinning off his flesh, inserting dog hair into his body, and performing for people's amusement.
Even worse, they were sold to some gold-selling dens and trained as prostitutes for some rich people to play with.
His chubby little face turned pale, his two short arms swooped down, grabbed the bars of the iron cage, and shouted:
"let me out!"
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