It can be seen that everyone is very interested in Fatty's self-introduction. He is a truck driver who is not an orphan...it sounds like he is full of stories.
"Okay," An Xuan breathed out and said, "It seems that this mission should be for us. If you don't have any objections, let's go out for a walk."
Seemingly thinking of something, An Xuan's expression became a little strange. After a long pause, he continued: "I have briefly communicated with the guys here before, and what they said will be strange."
It would have been better not to say some things, but once he said it, everyone became curious.
"What's weird?" someone asked.
"Hmm... the tone, wording," An Xuan thought for a moment, "and the logic of the writing are a bit different from what we have been exposed to before."
The group of people left the room and went downstairs along the stairs. The old wooden stairs made an embarrassing sound.
Contrary to what Tang Shirou, who was blinking and looking around, imagined, the clothes worn by the group did not arouse curious eyes from the people around them.
People were coming and going around them, but almost no one noticed them, as if they ignored their existence.
"Dear guests," just a second before they were about to walk out of the store, a man with a dark rag on his shoulders and a shrewd look blocked their way.
Several people looked at each other, and finally An Xuan asked calmly: "Is something wrong?"
The waiter smiled flatteringly and continued: "The housekeeper of Mr. Huang's house sent someone here this morning. At that time, the guests were not awake yet, and they did not dare to disturb them. So they told me to wait for the guests to wake up and guide you to the house. road."
coming......
Hearing this, everyone's eyes changed. It seemed that the clerk in front of them was the NPC in this mission. His role was to stop them on their way out of the store and guide them to the next mission location.
"Master Huang," You Qi asked angrily, "Which Master Huang?"
"Sir, please stop making fun of me," the waiter said in a lower tone, "Besides Mr. Huang from Huang Dashan, where else can there be another Mr. Huang in this town?"
An Xuan didn't waste any words. He glanced outside the door and said, "Please lead the way."
Following the guidance of the waiter, several people left the hotel. As soon as they walked out of the door, everything suddenly became clear. In front of them was an antique town.
The streets are full of pedestrians in ancient costumes. On both sides are shops, restaurants, hotels like the ones we just left, and smaller rice shops.
But most of them are scattered stalls on the street.
A candy seller pushing a wooden wheel cart got into an argument with a candied haws-glued vendor. A circle of people gathered around to watch the fun. The clothes they wore were much more dilapidated than ordinary people. Their faces were sallow and thin, as if they hadn't had a full meal in a long time. meal.
This kind of town is matched with this kind of people, and the two complement each other very well.
Chen Qiang, who was standing next to the fat man, blinked slowly and carefully looked at everything around him, with an unknown light shining in his eyes.
"Song Dynasty." He said softly.
"What's the Song Dynasty?" Liao Zhi, a teacher with very good ears, muttered, "I think it's pretty much the same in ancient times."
"It's different," Chen Qiang explained in a low voice: "The architectural style of the Song Dynasty is unique in its gentleness. The roof ridges and corners are often warped. It is not as vigorous as the style of the Tang Dynasty, and it is less rigid and more rigid than the subsequent Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. Somewhat agile.”
When it comes to this topic, Chen Qiang seems to be much bolder.
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at him in surprise.
"What major did you study?" Xia Meng suddenly asked.
"Architecture, focusing on architectural history."
After walking straight across the street, they came to a large house. The door was closed. No one in the group had any intention of knocking on the door, so they could only walk around the courtyard wall.
After walking for a while, everyone turned into a small alley. A wooden door opened deeper in the alley.
The wooden door is not big, probably only big enough for two people to walk side by side.
Looking from a distance, there were three people standing next to the wooden door.
One man and two women.
The man was about 40 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a powerful look. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes and had a fierce look in his eyes. He stood beside the wooden door like a door god.
The two women were average in appearance, and their expressions were not that rich. The older woman held a ostentatious paper fan in her hand and did not shake it. The other woman stood quietly, her eyes empty, as if she had lost her soul.
The change occurred when a group of people walked in front of the three of them. The pupils of the three of them focused almost at the same time, looking at Jiang Cheng and the others.
"Housekeeper Zhou has been waiting for a long time," the middle-aged woman holding a paper fan said solemnly, her eyes slowly scanning the crowd as she spoke, "Doctors, please follow me."
doctor......
Everyone's eyes began to change. It seemed that in this ancient copy, their identities were doctors.
Everyone remained calm. As the middle-aged woman walked into the house from the side door, the scenery kept changing along the way. Pavilions, water pavilions, etc. really opened everyone's eyes.
If the atmosphere of the mission wasn't weighing down on me like a mountain, it would be a good opportunity to relax.
"arrive."
The middle-aged woman stopped, turned around and said, "Please, doctors, please stay here for now. The young master is still resting. I'll ask the doctors to diagnose your pulse later."
"Everything you use is available in the private room, and they are all arranged according to your preferences. Someone will call you when you are eating." After a pause, the woman continued with her dead face: "Master Xi Jing, the house is always deserted. , there are few occupied rooms, please stay in the wing at night and don’t wander around, so as not to disturb everyone.”
After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she turned around and left.
"Wait a minute," An Xuan stretched out his hand, took the woman's arm, and asked with a smile, "Where's Butler Zhou? We're new here, so we'd better not keep the host waiting for a long time."
The middle-aged woman stared at An Xuan with a strange look, emotionless, as if she was looking at a dead object.
As if after realizing it, An Xuan smiled and let go of his hand.
"Housekeeper Zhou has something to do and won't be able to come for the time being," the middle-aged woman's voice did not fluctuate at all, like an old repeater.
"That's really embarrassing. I was presumptuous."
After the middle-aged woman left, everyone began to look around. The location they were in was beside a pond. It was said to be a pond, but its area was comparable to that of a smaller lake.
This shows how wealthy the owner of this mansion is.
I'm afraid that this Mr. Huang either did some big business or was shaded by his ancestors and became a lieutenant before he lost his job.
This place is located deep in the old house, so quiet and quiet that only the fragrance of flowers can be heard but no birdsong. In other words, even if something really happens here, the outside world will not know.
"You were too rash just now," the mature and prudent Qin Jian walked over and looked at An Xuan with a pair of eyes, half reproachful and half worried, "Do you know who that woman is?"
"It's all my fault, I was too impatient," An Xuan also apologized for his previous rash behavior.
