Leng Linjiang pointed to the wellhead with trembling hands, trembling lips, and his voice was so trembling that he couldn't even form a complete sentence: "Yes, yes, there are ghosts."
Han Changmu looked in the direction of Leng Linjiang's finger, and saw another hand emerging from the empty well mouth. Two white hands stretched hard on the edge of the well. The joints protruded and the strength was amazing. Then the well mouth was exposed. Half of the head is disheveled.
Judging from the hair style, she must be a woman, but the bun was rubbed loose by something unknown, and fell down in a mess, without any luster. There was also a lot of mud in the hair, and weeds were hanging on it, and it looked like it was unexplored at the mouth of the well. A ghost.
Han Changmu frowned, but before he could speak, a shrill howl sounded in his ears. The bird that had just flown back to the tree and was about to continue sleeping was frightened and flew into the sky again.
Immediately, his legs were pounced hard, and his body shook uncontrollably. Fortunately, he had good concentration, otherwise he would have been thrown to the ground by this wolf-like pounce.
He lowered his head and looked, dumbfounded.
It turned out that Leng Linjiang screamed, turned around and hugged Han Changmu's thigh. His tears and nose were all smeared on the hem of his clothes. He didn't dare to turn his head and kept crying in a muffled voice: "Jiuchao, there is a ghost, there is a ghost." ."
Han Changmu rubbed his brows helplessly and kicked Leng Linjiang moderately: "What does it look like? Get up quickly."
Leng Linjiang would rather die than let go. He lowered his head and cried, "I don't, I, I'm afraid."
Han Changmu took a long, patient breath and patted the top of Leng Linjiang's hair: "Look."
Leng Linjiang buried his head, looking at whatever he was looking at. He didn't want to look at it, not even to death, but Han Changmu's voice seemed to have magic power, forcing him to turn his head and look involuntarily.
The wind blew up in the middle of the night, and the early spring night breeze was a bit cool, picking up the still warm ashes and floating in the air. The moonlight and starlight were obscured and dimly invisible.
There were bright and flickering candles all around, illuminating the mouth of the well, and the scene there was unobstructed.
Under the lights, I could see a dark shadow under the mouth of the well getting longer and longer. Most of the body of the ghost-like figure had already leaned out of the well mouth. His messy hair fell down to cover his face. He couldn't see clearly because of the hazy night. Inside, it was only vaguely visible that the man was very thin, in rags, and carrying something on his back.
Well, he is indeed a ghost-like person, without any human appearance at all.
"Hiccup." Leng Linjiang was frightened. His throat seemed to be blocked by something. After a long while, he let out a long burp and stuttered: "Is this a living person??"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snort came from the mouth of the well: "I am not a living person, I am still a dead person. Leng Linjiang, you heartless person, you are so looking forward to my death."
The sound of laughter and curses was like the sound of nature. Leng Linjiang cried with joy. With a "swish" sound, he rushed to the wellhead like an arrow from the string, and suddenly threw himself on the man, crying and laughing at the same time: "Ah Yao, Ah Yao, you are still alive, still alive, great, great."
The person who was mistaken for a ghost was Yao Yao. She was staggered by Leng Linjiang's sudden attack and almost fell back into the well. Fortunately, Han Changmu saw that something was wrong and held her firmly. arm.
Her body stiffened and she was slightly embarrassed, but she still managed to climb out of the well with the help of Han Changmu's hands.
Standing still on the ground, Yao Yao took a breath and was surprised to see the two people in front of him. They didn't look like Qing Junsaura in the past. They were all gray and miserable.
The surrounding heat waves hit the face, burning the skin, and there were burnt ashes floating in the air. A gentle sniff made people cough.
She was shocked, slapped her thigh heavily, and sighed with pity: "Oh, let me go, why is this burned like this?"
Hearing Yao Yao's slightly regretful tone, Han Changmu's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned and asked, "Why, are there any clues here?"
Yao Yao knew that Han Changmu would get it wrong if he was focused on investigating the case. She shook her head and sighed in a cryptic way: "Isn't that right? It's an important clue."
Han Changmu's expression changed, and he turned to look at the ruins that had been burned to white ground. After so long, there was almost nothing left to burn here, but the fire was still dazzling and had not been completely extinguished.
With such a huge fire, no matter what clues there were, they would probably have been reduced to ashes.
He wanted to let the internal guards go in and search, but when he saw that the remaining buildings were showing signs of collapse, it was obvious that human lives were more important than clues, so he sighed with regret and regret: "What a pity."
For some reason, when Yao Yao saw Han Changmu's serious and serious look, he couldn't help but want to tease him. She raised her eyebrows and sighed: "Isn't it such a pity? There are so many good things there, just those Many of the famous calligraphy and paintings are unique works."
"Famous calligraphy and painting, an orphan?" Han Changmu was stunned when he heard this, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, and murmured: "The clues are hidden in these things?"
Yao Yao pursed her lips in silence. What could she and a workaholic have in common? !
Leng Linjiang said with a smile: "Jiu Chao, can't you smell the smell of copper all over A Yao's body?"
Yao Yao smiled, Leng Linjiang was still knowledgeable and knowledgeable.
Han Changmu suddenly raised his head when he heard this, and happened to meet Yao Yao's bright and shocking almond eyes, as bright as stars, and he couldn't help but laugh.
What does he have to say to a money stick! !
Leng Linjiang guessed Yao Yao's thoughts, raised his eyebrows triumphantly and asked: "A Yao, besides famous calligraphy and painting, what else is there?"
Yao Yao untied the rope tied around his waist and recalled attentively: "I won't talk about antiques or anything like that. Gold, just gold is just a big box."
She untied the rope and gestured with her hand to show the size of the box containing the silver. Her eyes glowed green, like a wolf that had smelled the scent of blood.
Then there was a "plop" behind her, and the thing she was carrying fell to the ground on her back.
Only then did Leng Linjiang realize that there was someone on Yao Yao's back. He reached out to pluck the weeds hanging from her hair, rubbed the top of her hair again, and walked over her body with his eyes.
It's just that the bun is loose, dirty and messy, but what about the clothes on his body? They are full of scratches and torn, and they are similar to the refugees who poured into the city during the great disaster years. .
He was stunned for a moment.
He knew how good Yao Yao's kung fu was. He could tear her clothes like this and not be beaten to death by her. Well, he respected this person as a good man.
He glanced at Yao Yao's hands again. They were black and covered with dirt and dust, and there were small wounds scratched by gravel. He thought that the terrain at the bottom of the well must be complicated to attack half of Chang'an City. Yao Yao's body was left with scars.
He was distressed, but his face didn't show any signs of it. He said with a sarcastic look on his face: "Ah Yao, you have been reduced to the point of betraying others, and you still have the time to save someone." He glanced again. The man with a weak breath said: "You are obviously very lustful, and you have taken a fancy to someone else's good skin."
Yao Yao snorted and saw that Leng Linjiang was dirty and with messy hair. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to ridicule a few words, but then he thought about how Leng Linjiang was worried about her just now, and thought that he left because of her. He was so embarrassed that he immediately swallowed his words and reached out to pat the dirty things on his body: "It's not about saving, it's about catching."
Leng Linjiang was stunned.
He knew that Yao Yao was a barbarian who could only rob but not save.
Yao Yao pursed his lips and smiled, turned to look at Han Changmu, and said in a serious and serious voice: "Sir, this person took advantage of the chaos and hid in the secret room underground. I followed him all the way. It turns out that there is a secret passage underground, a fork in the road. There are many, and one of the forked roads leads all the way to the bottom of the well. I was busy arresting people and could not check the other forked roads in detail, but when I discovered the secret passage, I had already arranged internal guards to guard outside the possible exit."
Han Changmu nodded slightly in approval, looked down at the man on the ground who was breathing weakly, and spoke calmly, but with a hidden smile: "Did you hit him?"
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled unabashedly: "Restrain your strength, I didn't kill him."
Han Changmu turned his head and looked at the fire in the distance. Most of the fire had been extinguished, leaving only scattered sparks. There should be no danger, so he called He Zhenfu over and whispered: "Ask the inner guards to escort this person back to the inner guards." Secretary, we will treat and interrogate you first." He paused slightly and continued: "All the people in this mansion will be detained, and the internal guards will examine them carefully one by one."
He Zhenfu was frightened when he heard it, and he lowered his head in silence, not daring to accept it.
This is Mr. Jiang Ge's house. Among the people locked up in the front hall, there is Mr. Jiang Ge's pet peeve.
Jiang Ge was always the head of the civil service, and he responded to every call in the court. He was a figure who would make the Dajing court tremble when he stamped his feet. As for the Department of Internal Security, looking at the entire city of Chang'an, I am afraid that no government office is more powerful than the Department of Internal Security. It's so hateful.
Han Changmu also knew what He Zhenfu was afraid of, and said calmly: "Let's do it like this. Mr. Jiang Ge has his own authority in everything."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.
If he dares to say such big words, he probably doesn't know how many people in Chang'an City want to put a sack on his back and beat his sap.
He Zhenfu also pursed his lips. He was not afraid of his own young envoy. What was so scary about him as a commander-in-chief? If the sky fell, there would be someone tall to hold it up, and it would not be able to hit a low-ranking official like him.
However, he remembered the outer room of Mr. Jiang Ge that he had just seen. Such a delicate little lady must not be able to withstand the intimidation of the inner guards.
He is now counting on Jiang Ge, as the head of the civil service, to be more self-restrained and not to get violent and hit people.
He went to the front hall uneasily.
Han Changmu ignored He Zhenfu's hesitant look and turned to Yao Yao: "Take us down to have a look?"
Leng Linjiang also followed excitedly: "I'll go too, I'll go too."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and was not surprised at all by Han Changmu's proposal. He hummed softly as usual, walked to the edge of the well and leaned down and said: "I'm afraid this well is old and has dried up. The walls of the well are covered with The moss and weeds are very slippery, and the secret passage underground is very narrow, so you can only crawl forward on your knees."
