"Brother Six, please make me a pot of tea. Go to Zheng's Tea House to get the tea. Well, the tea house is still there, right? Just say it's what I want and get the freshly picked 'Spring Boudoir Opera'. Don't leave too much." Ask, it’s cold, warm up and calm down the shock.”
Sixth brother is able to do things well, so go and do it quickly.
As Scar Lao Liu went back and forth, Zheng Xiu observed the structural changes in the imperial city and figured out a lot of things.
He was forced to accept the current result helplessly.
The basket he poked was put back with a smile.
Now it just needs to be confirmed.
He actually wanted to go home from prison.
But after the butterfly effect occurred, the changes in the imperial city made Zheng Xiu feel a little uneasy.
Squat down for a while and see clearly.
"If everything that happens in this ghost world can affect the reality where I am."
"Then how far can this 'influence' go?"
"In other words,"
"All the things that happened in the ghost world happened twenty years ago."
"Ghosts, constant darkness, dirty soil, Fengbei's innate ominous nature, everything is true."
"It's even possible that what the crazy military master said and the vision that appeared on my father's body before he died are also true?"
"Did dad survive?"
"According to normal reasoning, what 'Zheng Shan' changed only allowed Feng Bei and Wei Chen to survive."
"Let them survive who should have died twenty years ago, and this has produced all kinds of changes."
"So, if there are all kinds of weird things in the outside world, wouldn't it be... very dangerous?"
He goes out in his incarnation and can die thousands of times, or at worst, load the file and start over.
But once a real person goes in, the encounter may be gone.
hiss…
While Zheng Xiu was dining in the wind, drinking snow, and thinking about life, Scar Laoliu came back carrying hot tea.
After taking a sip, Zheng Xiu felt warm all over.
In fact, with the addition of [Unbreakable], Zheng Xiu seemed to be in jail without fear of severe cold. Even if his body was soaked in snow, Zheng Xiu did not suffer much. What's warm is just his mentality, which makes Mr. Zheng's heart feel a little more comfortable.
It was rare that Scar Laoliu was still consistent with him. Mr. Zheng made an excuse, saying that he had a lot of money and was weak. He had been freezing all night and was confused. He had forgotten many things. He wanted to discuss it with Scar Lao Liu. He helped review one or two.
Originally, the reason "I'll be confused by the cold all night" was a little ridiculous, but the words "wealth is too much, body is weak" made Scar Laoliu nod his head, saying it was reasonable.
You have the final say if you have more money.
In this way, Mr. Zheng and Scar Laoliu had a chat over tea and figured out the causes and consequences of all this.
At the beginning of November of the 32nd year of Yuan Zun'an, Zheng Xiu was imprisoned for the unjust crime of "hiding 50 million in taxes."
At that time, I lived in Prison No. 1, Room A.
Scar Lao Liu is the little leader of the jailers there.
Mr. Zheng successfully impressed Scar Old Liu with his personality charm.
Living across the street was Jiang Gaoyi, the governor of Yanzhou.
During this period, Erniang and the four lovely flowers came in and out, asking after the master's welfare, adding clothes and warm quilts, and patting his shoulders and legs.
These are exactly the same as Zheng Xiu’s memory.
Then things started to go wrong.
First, Shi Wentong came to see Mr. Zheng and died tragically on the street that night.
"Well, that's right to die."
The master took a sip of tea and nodded, quite calmly.
Scar Laoliu didn't think much about Master Zheng's words. He had already finished speaking and continued to tell the story honestly.
Brother Six stretched out his hands and pinched them down one by one.
"Later on, strange things happened one after another, and many dignitaries and dignitaries fell in love with each other one after another."
Scar Lao Liu said.
"After Shi Wentong, the doctor of the household department, died,"
"Then there is Hao Yunlai, a member of the civil service department."
Zheng Xiu skimmed the tea for a moment.
The truth of my heart is none of my business, so I continue to listen.
"Next is Mr. Duan Cai Duan of the Fugui Teahouse,"
"Thousands of miles of salt will make you rich and noble, Mr. Dog,"
"Zangbingzhuge Zhang Wushuang, Mr. Zhang,"
Zheng Xiu nodded repeatedly, secretly thinking that he was right.
I thought it was over, but Scar Lao Liu's fingers were still chopping. He couldn't count with one hand, so he changed his hand.
"The Ministry of Civil Affairs examines the virtues of company secretary Yu Wen."
"Master Zhou Jizhou, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment."
Scar Lao Liu named several officials in succession.
Ten fingers are used up.
"Gone?"
Scar Laoliu glanced at Master Zheng secretly and whispered: "There is another one... Master Zheng really doesn't remember?"
Zheng Xiu looked up at the sky: "It's so cold."
Hearing this, Scar Laoliu glanced at Zheng Xiu distressedly and said, "Finally, this is the reason why Mr. Zheng was mentioned to the 'Wangtiantai' overnight. Just three days ago, it was said that the little princess whom the Holy Father loved most, Princess Yurun is dead!"
Mr. Zheng looked at Scar Old Liu in surprise: "If you die, you will die. What does it have to do with Zheng mentioning the Sky Tower all night?"
Scar Lao Liu said weakly: "Lao Liu knew that Mr. Zheng must have been wronged, but in the room where the princess died tragically, there were several words written in blood on the wall: Murderer, Marquis Zhonglie... It was spread throughout the city. , there is an uproar, this, the Holy Spirit will not send you to death row."
"puff!"
The half mouthful of hot tea that Zheng Xiu didn't have time to swallow sprayed all over Scar Laoliu's face.
…
Wutiemu Ling!
Black!
Black box!
Among the six doors, Guo Zifei looked at the "Wang Xian San" written on the token in surprise, and his heart was filled with huge waves.
"Hey! Why is it that the night is still young and the day is still young? The murder cases that occur in the imperial city are all handled by Six Doors! Without a warrant, who dares to intervene in Six Doors' cases?"
Seeing Guo Zifei's livid complexion, a clever six-door officer stood up with a roar and put his hand on the sword at his waist.
"Shut up."
Guo Zifei angrily scolded his subordinates and waved his hands: "All of you, stand down."
The officials immediately fell silent.
In a blink of an eye, only four people, Feng Bei, Dou Xie, Yue Yan, and the anxious Guo Zifei were left in the yamen.
Guo Zifei rubbed his hands and said sternly: "Don't blame these adults. They didn't know the inside story. They only knew that ordinary murders were handled by the Six Doors, but they didn't know that strange murders were handled by 'Ye Weiyang'.
Behind Feng Bei, Yue Yan gently raised her hand, revealing a fair and skillful hand under her sleeve, with nails painted bright red. I saw Yue Yan hooking the black iron wooden order on the doorpost. The order seemed to have grown legs. With a "pop", it was pulled out from the doorpost. With a flexible twist, it was hung back on Fengbei's waist in the blink of an eye.
Feng Bei nodded indifferently to Yue Yan as a thank you.
"Oh?" Yue Yan looked at Guo Zifei with a smile: "The number one catcher in the imperial city is indeed well-deserved. You have already seen the door and mastered thaumaturgy?"
"Ahem, I don't want to be the number one catcher." Guo Zifei looked embarrassed: "I already applied to be transferred to the 'Night Guard' half a year ago, but unfortunately there has been no response yet."
"Half a year ago?" Yue Yan put her finger on her chin, looking thoughtful, and quickly shook her head: "It stands to reason that someone in the official family will contact you after they get a glimpse of the door and the magical operation. Unless you hide it It’s too deep, or the grade is too low, I wonder what the grade of Guo Shenqi is...?”
Guo Zifei's expression of "I'm honored to join you" is obviously not the former.
"I'm not very talented. I was promoted to the fifth rank of thaumaturge not long ago!"
"Ah, that's it. Then please train Guo Shenqi more~ If you want to join the Night Guard, unless there is someone inside, you must be rated at least third grade."
Guo Zifei was despised and could not keep his face.
Yue Yan and Guo Zifei chatted for a while, and Feng Bei said calmly: "Take us to open the coffin and see the body."
"good!"
Guo Zifei stopped talking nonsense and took the three people to the mortuary.
"Dou Xie, you have just been promoted from the Night Guard. Let's see how my sister uses the 'Soul Chasing Lantern' first. You have to learn more."
Yueyan put down the strange black and reddish box behind her, and when she was about to open it, she looked at Guo Zifei, who was as motionless as a pillar by the door, and said softly: "Ye Weiyang is doing business, and there are other people who have nothing to do with it. Please take the initiative to retreat."
Guo Zifei had already applied to be transferred to Ye Weiyang, but unfortunately, he was unsuccessful.
I wanted to get a glimpse of how the mysterious Ye Weiyang did things, but was driven away.
Guo Zifei left angrily.
Close the door.
A faint smell of corpse lingered in the mortuary.
After leaving the outsider, Yue Yan opened the black box.
"Meow~"
A chubby black cat with shiny black hair walked out of the black box leisurely with elegant steps.
