Han Changmu picked up the pen and wrote on the paper for a long time. Finally, with a serious expression, he put down the pen and clicked on the name of the person on the paper: "On the night of Song Huaide's accident, Wang Zhong drank wine with him, and Huo Hanshan's accident happened on I met Wang Zhong in Xishi, and this Wang Zhong must know some shady inside story."
Yao Yao pursed his lips and tilted his head thoughtfully: "The more you know, the faster you will die, and you will have to be silenced sooner or later."
Han Changmu breathed a sigh of relief: "Then find him before he is silenced."
The doors of the shops in the West Market were closed, the lights were extinguished, and everything was dark. Some of the luxurious shops had a few red lanterns lit at the door. The lanterns were lit all night long, and instead of candles, they were burning white money.
Sese Building was originally very luxurious. There were lanterns hanging in front and back of the building, and there were also a string of huge lanterns hanging on the side of the awning. In such a deep night, the light was shining in circles. , penetrating into the extremely deep night.
But since something happened that day, the lantern in front of Sese Tower has become dim and has never been lit again. The lantern is covered with a thin layer of floating dust, and it sways in the wind and makes a squeaking sound. The squeaking sound was like bursts of miserable wind and rain, extremely sad.
From the outside, Sese Building seems empty, but everyone in the West City knows that Sese Building is an ominous place now. Not to mention that there are people from the Internal Security Department guarding it, even if it is really empty. They wouldn't go in without anyone, for no other reason than fear of bumping into ghosts.
The inner guards were guarding everywhere in the Sese Building. The inner guards who were taking a rest did not dare to sleep too deeply, while the inner guards who were guarding had their eyes widened and did not dare to blink.
In the backyard, the jujube tree lay quietly on the ground, the dark moonlight flowing between the branches. The scattered branches seemed to be immersed in mercury, the cold air lingered endlessly, and sparkling light floated.
In the empty courtyard, there was a very low rustling sound, like fallen leaves being blown by the wind, rustling, or like rats and ants gnawing on something, clicking.
The sound was originally very small and low, but when there was deathly silence all around, the sound became like thunder, becoming clearer and clearer.
A tall and thin inner guard suddenly moved his ears slightly and asked doubtfully: "Hey, did you hear anything?"
The other two guards looked at each other and listened for a long time. One of them shook his head and said in a naive voice: "There is no sound. What did you hear?"
The tall and thin inner guard frowned slightly. The rustling sound like thunder was right next to his ears, but when he listened carefully, he couldn't hear it anymore. He had to attribute it to his hallucination, and he couldn't think of it. He shook his head in explanation: "I guess it's a mouse."
The inner guard with a silly voice sneered: "What a rat, I see your kidney deficiency is so severe that you are hearing hallucinations."
The tall and lanky inner guard was not embarrassed, he laughed loudly and said: "Then you can get me some deer antlers or something to supplement my health."
"Return the deer antler." Another inner guard responded with a smile and a high-pitched voice: "Be careful if your weakness is not replenished, and your nose will bleed."
The three guards were sitting or standing in the corridor. There was a bright fire in front of them. A pot of wine was warming beside the fire. A fat leg of lamb was roasting on the fire. The oil dripped into the fire, making a sizzling sound. , bursts of meaty aroma wafted in the wind.
"This meat is roasted, come here, eat it." The tall and thin inner guard rubbed his hands, the dagger flashed with cold light, and the sharp blade cut off a piece of meat, and the fat and thin piece of meat trembled lightly on the tip of the knife. trembling.
The other two inner guards also took action without ceremony, sipping meat and drinking wine to dispel the chill in the cold night.
The three guards ate so much that their hands and faces were covered with shiny oil stains, but they ignored the sound of rustling, which was fast and slow, like the sound of wind blowing through the branches.
In the dark tree pit, the soil seemed to be loose, and it was loosened by something. There were also countless small pits inexplicably. They were no more than the size of a thumb, deep and shallow, as if something had come from left behind after crawling out of the soil.
If you look carefully, you will see that countless small pits are winding out of the tree pit and reaching into the pond that has been dug in pieces and can be seen to the bottom.
The remaining mud should have been frozen solid long ago, but now it seems as if it has been gnawed by something sharp, leaving behind dense honeycomb-shaped pits.
The moonlight fell on the uneven thin ice, and the honeycomb-shaped pits were half-lit and half-dark. There was a soft creaking sound. The thin ice was covered with fine cracks, broken and twisted, like a spider web, and there was a faint rustle at the bottom. The sound came from under the thin ice, like countless ghosts moaning in sorrow.
In Pingkangfang, which is far away from Sese Tower, the lights in the room are dim. A tall man is sitting sideways, leaning slightly, looking intently at the small cup on the desk in front of him.
The ordinary small cup was placed firmly on the desk, a lamplight fell on it, and the dark brown cup body was smooth and translucent.
The man stared intently, as if looking at some rare treasure.
Suddenly, the originally calm cup began to shake violently, the lid jumped wildly, and there seemed to be a manic thing inside the cup, desperately trying to break free from its confinement and rush out.
The man's face changed drastically. He held down the clinking cup with one hand and took the incense burner over with the other hand. He held the incense burner and swayed it back and forth beside the cup. Wisps of white smoke were flowing along the gaps in the cup. Drill in.
The fragrance floated around the small cup lightly, without any fragrance, but with a pale white light.
After a moment, the contents in the cup quieted down, and the cup stopped shaking.
The man took a long breath of relief, his face was livid, his expression was gloomy, and he shouted lowly towards the door, his voice was a bit shrill: "Go and find out who touched the sacrifice."
No one spoke outside the door, only the sound of hurried footsteps going downstairs.
After the small cup was safe and quiet, the man carefully opened the lid of the small cup. The inside of the cup was bright red, as calm as a dry well, with no signs of surge. Then he calmed down, re-covered the lid, and added more to the incense burner. A spoonful of incense.
He turned around and took a worn-out book on the desk. When he looked through it, he found that the paper had become yellowed and curled at the edges. Because of frequent flipping, the pages had been worn very thin, revealing a bright firelight.
The book had no name and only contained a dozen thin pages, but he read it with great concentration and could recite every word.
The light shone on his face. He was extremely well-maintained. His face was taut and without a single wrinkle. His narrow phoenix eyes were slightly raised, shining with a shrewd and fierce light. His thin lips were pursed without a trace of smile. The chin is very clean and smooth, and not even a bit of green stubble can be seen.
He flipped through the book and slowly began to feel sleepy. He hugged the book like a treasure and fell asleep on the kang.
The small cup rested quietly on the desk. Wisps of thin white smoke penetrated into the cup, and bits and pieces of reddish light showed through the gaps, flickering and swaying like a coquettish ghost.
It dawned the next day, and the sun was very bright. Since the Lantern Festival, the sky has become sunnier and sunnier day by day, and the sun has become warmer and warmer day by day. The snow on the eaves has begun to melt, and snow is falling down. water.
He Zhenfu entered the Sese Building with the guard who was on duty, and checked from the front building to the backyard. His eyes turned on the ashes burned in the corridor, and he kicked on the ashes. The remaining ashes were flying everywhere. It floated up, and the wine bottle buried in the ashes suddenly leaked its contents, and rolled away.
The expressions of the three inner guards suddenly changed and they looked at each other with grimaces.
He raised his eyes and looked at the empty courtyard where there was no change, and his face darkened: "Who told you to drink? Have you forgotten the rules of the Department of Internal Security? Are you going to get on the pole and look for a beating?"
Although the three guards had been drinking for half the night, they were not drunk and their minds were clear. They smiled and rubbed the back of their heads.
The tall and thin inner guard said boldly: "General Qi, it's really cold at night. I can't survive without drinking something."
He Zhenfu glared at him, and the tall and thin guard immediately fell silent.
He also knew that what they were doing was hard work, so he scolded them a few words and did not really want to pursue the case, but still shouted with a sullen face: "If you dare to slack off and miss the job, no one can save you."
The three inner guards looked at each other and quickly admitted their mistake. Their attitude was very good and they said in unison: "I know I was wrong in this humble position, and I won't dare to do it anymore."
He Zhenfu snorted and asked, "Did something go wrong last night?"
The three inner guards shook their heads: "No."
"No?" He Zhenfu raised his eyebrows and began to check carefully around the yard.
The weather is getting warmer, and the frozen soil is not as solid as before, and it is no longer as hard underfoot. However, the layer of white frost falls on the ground, and many traces are covered up, making it difficult to detect.
He Zhenfu looked around carefully and saw nothing wrong, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you can go back to the government office and rest."
The three people said yes, then turned and walked out, but after taking a few steps, the tall and thin inner guard suddenly stopped, thought for a long time, and said hesitantly: "General Flag, last night, I heard something rustling." The sound, I don’t know if it was the wind or something else.”
He Zhenfu was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and looked at the other two people: "Did you hear it too?"
The other two inner guards shook their heads together: "I didn't hear anything."
He Zhenfu suddenly felt something was wrong. If it was the wind, how could only one person hear it?
He looked at the tall and thin inner guard and asked in a deep voice: "Where did the sound come from?"
The tall and thin inner guard recalled it carefully, looked at the tree pit hesitantly, and said hesitantly: "It seems that it came from the mouth of the well. I didn't pay attention to it at the time."
He Zhenfu's heart trembled, he ran quickly to the tree pit, leaned forward and looked into the depths.
There was no change inside like yesterday, it was still pitch black, and the broken roots were still in the soil, with teeth and claws hanging out.
The rotten smell that emanated from the well mouth yesterday has dissipated completely after a night of wind blowing. There is only a faint fishy smell of earth, which does not smell so overpowering.
