The scorching sun was in the sky, and steam was rising from the streets. The midday sun was scorching and extremely hot. Few people were walking around outside staring at the big sun.
A gray-white flying slave flew across the clear sky and blue sun, like a light gray shadow, suddenly disappeared in the streets and alleys, rushed into Guangde Square silently, and landed on a plaque with gold characters on a black background, "Cuckoo" Called twice.
Fei Nu jumped twice on the plaque, then suddenly fluttered his wings and flew high, over the high plaque, flew to the rows of houses, spun around, and finally landed in the empty courtyard with a flutter.
Fei Nu was spinning back and forth on the blue brick floor, making a "coo-coo" sound.
A yamen servant heard the noise and hurriedly walked out of the wing. He looked at Fei Nu in the yard in surprise, his expression changed, he stepped forward to help hold Fei Nu down, grabbed Fei Nu's legs and looked at it.
"Master Shaoyin, there is a Fei Nu in Yuhua Mountain delivering a message." The yamen servant held Fei Nu tightly and walked quickly into the signing room with a solemn expression.
"A letter from the Fei Nu of Yuhua Mountain?" Leng Linjiang whispered in surprise, his expression slightly changed, and he quickly took the Fei Nu, took off the slender bamboo tube, removed the intact fire paint wax seal, and took out the thin scroll inside. A thin page of paper.
He looked down at it carefully, his face changed with shock, he raised his head and said to the yamen servant: "Go and call He Denglu over."
Not long after, He Dengglou ran into the detention room sweating profusely, with a faint smell of food on his body.
At noon, he and his men pretended to search the East and West Second Market for a long time. They just came back and were having lunch with a bowl in hand. The officer who heard the news said that Mr. Shaoyin's expression was wrong. He looked at it. Fei Nu Chuanshu, who came back from Yuhua Mountain, changed his expression. He immediately put down his bowl and ran over without even having time to wipe his mouth.
"Master Shaoyin, what's the matter?" He Denglou stood with his hands tied. When he saw Leng Linjiang's face turned gloomy, and when he saw the flying slave in Leng Linjiang's hand, he didn't dare to smile playfully anymore, his face was tense. .
Leng Linjiang looked intently at He Denglou.
In this Jingzhao government office, the people he trusted the most were Yao Yao and He Dengglou.
But after reading Han Changmu's message just now, he found it untrustworthy to everyone.
Leng Linjiang's scrutinizing gaze was too serious and cold, which made He Denglu's hair stand on end. He looked up and down at his clothes, and there was nothing wrong. He muttered at the corner of his lips: "Sir, what's wrong?"
Leng Linjiang came back to his senses and asked in a deep voice: "Have any other flying slaves come back in the past two days?"
He Denggou frowned, concentrated for a moment, and shook his head: "Fei Nu, no. We have a total of four Fei Nu in our government office, and we all took them to Yuhua Mountain." He lowered his eyes and looked at Leng There was a gray-white mass on Linjiang's hand: "This is the only one you have, sir."
Leng Linjiang took a breath slowly. He didn't have to trust anyone in the Jingzhao government office, but Yao Yao and He Denggou were the people he trusted enough.
He handed the crumpled piece of tissue paper to He Denglu and said softly, "Take a look."
He Denggou took it over with suspicion. After just one glance, his expression changed and he murmured: "This, this, this is impossible. Fei Nu has never come back, and Yao, Boss Yao, Boss Yao will not do this." Something to do!"
He held the page in his hands, spinning around in despair, becoming more and more unbelievable: "Master Shaoyin, others don't know what Boss Yao is like, but Master Shaoyin, you know it."
Leng Linjiang thought to himself: "Of course I believe in A Yao's character, but the facts are in front of us. If she can't get rid of this matter, it will be useless for anyone to believe her."
"Then, then, how good is this? Who can say this clearly!" After a moment of panic, He Denglu slowly calmed down and spoke more clearly: "Everything has a motive, Boss Yao doesn't It is necessary to do such a thing, my lord, Boss Yao is not being coerced by others." At this point, he himself shook his head: "No, with Boss Yao's skills, no one can coerce her, no It would be better if she beat him to death."
"That's true, but there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, so we shouldn't be careless. However, there are really not many people who can intimidate A Yao, unless," Leng Linjiang's voice gradually lowered, and he suddenly thought of an unknown person. It's possible
Yes, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes became cold.
"Master Shaoyin, unless what?" He Dengglou heard Leng Linjiang's words suddenly stop and asked without knowing what was going on.
"It's nothing." Leng Linjiang shook his head for a moment. He felt that the idea he had just thought was too unbelievable, so he shook his head: "Go get a pen and ink."
He Denggou understood that he was going to write a reply to Yuhua Mountain, and he polished the ink without delaying for a moment.
Leng Linjiang wrote like a fly. He wrote the reply very quickly, stuffed it into a bamboo tube and sealed it. He tied it to the white flying slave's leg and let it fly. He looked at the direction in which the flying slave was going and said in a deep voice: "I'll go tonight. Ghost market, you go make arrangements."
"Going tonight? Didn't you say tomorrow?" He Denglao was surprised.
Leng Linjiang frowned and said, "The situation has changed. I'm asked to set off for Yuhua Mountain early tomorrow morning. You go and prepare. We'll enter the ghost market as soon as it gets dark."
He Dengglou responded with a "yes", his mouth full of bitterness. In a place like a ghost market, if you don't have all the most precious things to protect your body, your life will be shortened if you rush in hastily!
It wasn't just He Dengglou who was feeling uneasy. When the police officers heard that they were going to the ghost market tonight, their expressions also changed and they started whispering in fear.
The sun shines unobstructed on the large open space in front of the mansion, illuminating the blue brick floor.
All the detectives in Jingzhao Mansion were standing under the bright and scorching sun, their hearts burning, sweating profusely, and whispering with dry lips.
"We're going to the ghost market. Have you got everything ready?"
"No, I also said it was worth buying."
"Hey, isn't it just a yang thing? Do you still need to buy it? You and I are both dignified men, so yang energy is not as effective as any yang thing?"
"Hey, you said it lightly. You are a young boy who has never had sex with a woman. How can we compare?"
"Okay, shut up!" Seeing that these people were talking more and more outrageously, He Denglou shouted loudly and glared at everyone.
"He Capt. Why did Mr. Shaoyin suddenly change his mind? The ghost market is not that easy to visit."
"That's right, how can you go to the ghost market if you're not fully prepared?"
"He Capant, please have a good talk with Mr. Shaoyin, why don't you go tomorrow?"
He Denglu glanced at the police officers expressionlessly, and instead of being angry, he smiled: "What, are you scared?"
The detectives looked at each other and started laughing.
"How could that happen? He was joking."
"That's right, how can our brothers be afraid!"
"The person who can make our brothers afraid is still in his mother's belly!"
He Denglu twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled: "If you're not afraid, then why don't you hide?"
"..." Everyone was speechless, muttering indignantly.
He Denglou was actually in a very difficult position. This job was not easy to do, and no one wanted to work with his head in his belt, otherwise his life would be lost.
His mind moved as he thought of something Yao Yao once said.
As long as you get enough overtime pay, it doesn't matter if you work like a cow or a horse!
He chuckled, since he didn't provide the money anyway, he wouldn't feel bad no matter how much he gave me!
"Okay, if you have anything to say, just say it loudly. It's embarrassing to be sneaky like a thief!" He Denglao yelled again impatiently.
The detectives immediately shut their mouths and looked at He Denglou, waiting for him to continue shouting.
He Denglu coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "I won't let you work in vain. Master Shaoyin said that as long as you go to the ghost market, everyone will be rewarded, a big reward!"
"Here's a big reward, there's money."
"Captain He, you said you were rich."
"He Capant, don't say you have money, even if you don't have money, we have to go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of fire. We brothers have to fulfill Master Shaoyin's orders, don't we?"
As soon as they heard that there was money to be taken, the detectives rolled up their sleeves excitedly. No matter whether it was dark or dawn, they wanted to rush to the ghost market right now.
He Denggou simply couldn't see how these people were so jealous when they saw money, he waved his hand and said
: "Okay, okay, go and get all the guys ready, don't waste your life after getting the reward!"
As early as when Leng Linjiang ordered to go to the ghost market to run an errand, the police officers had guessed that this errand would be difficult to handle. When they heard what He Dengglou said, they all looked serious and secretly planned to save all the people. Take them all with you. After entering the ghost market, no matter whether he encounters an enemy or a friend, he must kill them first!
The twilight was all around, like the setting sun of blood, spreading wantonly over half of the sky.
In the warm evening breeze, the sound of dusk drums hovered over Chang'an City, dim lights lit up in the streets and alleys, and pedestrians hurried away.
After the sound of evening drums, the whole city of Chang'an returned to calmness, and the abandoned Cantonese Museum at the west gate of Wubenfang became lively.
The buildings inside the museum collapsed, and luxuriant weeds as tall as a person could be seen everywhere.
As soon as Leng Linjiang and his party entered the Cantonese Library, they were hit by the Yin Qi that hit their faces and their breath was stagnated.
"Oh, let me go, what kind of place is this? Why does it look like the underworld?" A young policeman cursed and hugged his arms tightly.
The middle-aged police officer glanced at the young police officer and said disdainfully: "Where are these and that? When we go to the ghost market, that's the underworld!"
The young detective shrank his neck and said in fear: "Wang, second brother Wang, you, have you just been there?"
The middle-aged detective nodded: "I went there once many years ago."
"Then, isn't it scary?"
There was a trace of fear and fear on the middle-aged detective's face: "There is no ghost market that is not scary!"
"Then, Chang'an City has always been under a strict curfew under the emperor's feet. How come there is such a ghost city that is outside the law?" The young detective asked in confusion.
"That's it, it's a long story." The middle-aged detective squinted his eyes and looked at the backyard of the Cantonese Library, which had been abandoned for a long time.
The young detective looked curious and was waiting for the middle-aged detective to answer his questions. Suddenly there was a loud noise behind him. He turned around and was frightened.
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