The next day.
"Get out!"
The backyard of Xiaoshui government office.
Xing Captou escaped from the official hall where he beat the county magistrate.
There is still a sentence clenched on the butt.
"If you can't solve the case within five days, I will pull out your skin!"
But as soon as he left the yard, he put away his embarrassed look, straightened out his chest and sunken belly, and resumed his majestic and calm demeanor as the chief catcher of Xiaoshui County.
Next to him, the policemen who had been waiting for a long time quickly gathered around him, all talking at once.
"What did the county magistrate say?"
"Didn't you listen? The case will be solved within five days."
"Oh, the Lord County Lord's temper is getting more and more irritable."
"Are you not in a hurry? This morning, Xuezheng, Chengbei Wang, Chengdong Zhang... those who suffered disaster last night took turns delivering messages to the master."
"Then you can't take your anger out on us...our leader."
After a lot of worrying, complaining and nagging.
"In my opinion, it is impossible to solve the case. Otherwise..." A certain government official hesitated for a moment and came up with a bad idea. "Let's arrest Daoist Li first, so we can calm down the adults?"
When these words came out, there was silence in the place.
Bo Ziyu, who had been silent before, frowned and was about to speak when Capt. Xing rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes.
"Catch? How? Who will arrest? You?"
The yamen servant suddenly stopped talking, but the head catcher refused to let go and cursed without any politeness:
"Then Li Xuanxiao can drive the ghost-faced man from the east of the city to the west of the city. He is obviously a more difficult person. Will he wait for you to catch him? A ghost-faced man has made us miserable and the yamen has lost all face. How can you still find trouble? Are you going to provoke another Taoist Li?"
"What's the matter? You think your head is too stable on your neck?"
After this round of curses, some of the depression he suffered from the county magistrate was vented.
Lao Xing hummed a few times, then took out a money bag from his arms and handed it to the responsible yamen servant.
"Eleven brothers were killed and injured last night. You take a cent of the money. Give a small share to the injured, so that they can rest at home and not rush out to do work. Give a larger share to the dead, and be sure to send it to their families. If there is any If you have any difficulties, come back and let me know."
The policeman made a promise and packed the money bag in his hand.
"Pension? Was it given by the Yamen?"
Lao Xing sneered, and the detectives immediately understood.
I didn't know whether he was sincere or not. Words like "yamen is stingy", "hunting the boss is righteous", and "willing to go through fire and water for the boss" all came out one after another.
"Stop, stop it."
Xing Captou knew very well who these people were, and it was okay to hear them fart occasionally, but who could stand being surrounded by a bunch of people farting in a series?
He cursed again on the spot.
"Young lady's nonsense, if you really mean it, you should catch the Ghost-faced Man quickly. Aren't you all greedy for the one hundred taels? Well, the lord just said that the Ghost-Faced Man should be caught within five days. The bounty can be doubled.”
The detectives just laughed, but no one took advantage of it.
Before last night, they were still a little cautious. But after last night, the ruined prison and the pools of pus and blood had already put all the greed in his heart to the back of his mind.
As the old saying goes, if you are on duty and need food, do you have to risk your life?
Upon seeing this, Mr. Xing sent the gang away with a few words, leaving only his nephew Bo Ziyu behind.
"Uncle." Bo Ziyu was worried, "This case..."
Mr. Xing shook his head.
"Just do your best."
"But how do you explain it to the county magistrate?"
"Pooh."
Lao Xing immediately spat.
"A tough yamen official, he has the ability to kill me. Without me, Lao Xing, what else can the yamen accomplish?!"
Finally, he sighed and looked in the direction of the Bacchus kiln, which was still bustling.
"I hope that in the future...hey, at least tonight will be safe."
…………
The strange appearance of the demon in the prison, the murderous pursuit in the lantern market, and the bits of pus and blood buried under the ruins.
These three things were like throwing stones into water, and the waves they caused spread throughout Xiaoshui City in an instant, causing discussions everywhere in the streets and attic wells.
However, it is like throwing a stone into water. As quickly as it comes, it goes as quickly as it comes.
Only one day has passed, and the waves have gradually subsided, and there are not even a few ripples visible.
Wait until sunset and moonrise.
The lanterns on the long street were lit up again.
People gathered together happily and lively, and everywhere there was a healthy atmosphere of singing and dancing, like monsters, murderers, dead people... They all only existed in the gossip during the day, a childhood bedtime story, and horror. It is true, but it is false. It does not change the harmony of the city, nor the joy of the festival.
As Li Changan walked among them, he felt trance-like and absurd.
Therefore, although this ancient lantern market was a rare and novel experience for Li Changan, a modern person, he was in a strange mood. He walked around for a while, then simply left and went back to his shop.
…
Because of the flow of people, they all gathered in the lantern market.
Therefore, as busy as the lantern market is, the Didian is deserted.
When the Taoist priest came back, there was no one around, not even the shopkeeper, his wife and their little niece were seen, probably still wandering on the street.
At this time, the courtyard was empty.
The moon reflects the wisteria, and the wind carries a delicate fragrance.
In such a good time, it is time to do something that makes people feel comfortable.
For example, masturbating a donkey.
So, the Taoist priest dragged the big green donkey that was sleeping soundly in the pen to the yard, stuffed it with a few pastries he bought for a midnight snack, and then drank the cold well water to refresh it. cold shower.
The end.
When he felt that his interest was gone, he stuffed it back into the circle, abandoned the donkey's "excited" calls of "ah uh", yawned, and went back to the house to sleep.
But just pushed the door open a gap.
The Taoist priest hesitated, and the fatigue on his face suddenly disappeared.
Subsequently.
However, he quietly pushed the door in, locked the door latch, and lit the oil lamp. Shi Shiran sat at the table, but glanced at the table in the corner.
There are incense and candles hanging on the table. The Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty is enshrined on the top, and Marshal Xuantan is enshrined next to him. There is a sword box in front of him, and the table under the sword box is scattered with fine fresh scratches in a scattered pattern.
Of course, this was not caused by Li Changan being bored, but actually caused by the sword energy escaping after the Feijian sword embryo was disturbed.
The Taoist priest withdrew his gaze, took out a few oil paper bags from his sleeves, opened them, and placed them on the table. They contained some preserved fruit snacks.
"These are the candied fruits and snacks that Pindao bought at the night market. They taste quite good, especially the purple rosé cake. They are made from local ingredients and have a unique flavor."
Say it.
Take out two teacups and fill them one by one.
"It's windy and cold up here. If you don't mind it, you might as well come down and have a cup of hot tea."
That’s all.
Clothes were heard flying.
A red dress fell down.
