"Is there really one?" Song Yu yawned. He didn't care about his decency and decency, and rushed to the front yard while getting dressed.
It was not yet completely dark at this time, and Song Yu only slept with his clothes on for two hours before Qiaoyi woke him up.
Qiaoyi followed Song Yu, hurriedly tying Song Yu's belt, and nodded at the same time: "My benefactor and Du Anchen followed the young master's instructions and checked the connections of the people one by one, focusing on those that the young master had previously listed. In fact, the arrests made earlier When a White Walker appeared, everyone was in chaos. Many people wanted to go home without any money. It was Du Anchen who drove them back one by one. Now that another White Walker has been caught, everyone said they no longer want to stay. I think The young master, the manager of the Safety Department, must be in charge of the overall situation."
Before Song Yu could swallow his yawn, he felt that Qiaoyi really trusted him too much. He should have been present at last night's interrogation, but it was Xie Nanshi who drove him back to sleep because he thought he was too talkative and noisy. In Qiaoyi's eyes, such a disgusting Security Department manager seemed like a high-ranking official.
Very good, just let your image of being wise and powerful continue to be maintained. Song Yu patted Qiaoyi on the shoulder, startling the green-feathered parrot that was still burying its neck. For a while, he shouted "Choujii, Choujii" again.
"This little thing is not good at aesthetics." Song Yu shook his head. As soon as he stepped into the front yard, he saw Du Anchen sitting on the wall of the courtyard leaning on the giant sword in the hazy sky. Jie Nanshi was in the middle of the courtyard. The robe he changed into was torn again, so it was more or less a fierce battle. If there is nothing unusual among the people left at the scene after investigation, they should not run away early. There are only some people who are still waiting in line to have their spiritual veins checked. They want to rush to get Jie Nanshi to take a pulse and go back, but they are also afraid. The human skin at Jie Nanshi’s feet.
Without the protection of the mosaic, Song Yu did not dare to take a closer look at the thing. It was only vaguely seen that he should have been dressed as a wealthy businessman "when he was alive", but now his human skin was torn and bloody, making the handsome Taoist standing there look like a god of murder.
This beautiful and ugly scene was so extreme that Song Yu's eyelids jumped crazily.
Song Yu covered the remaining human skin with one hand so as not to look at it. He carefully walked to Xie Nanshi's side, took out the red medicine and stuffed it into Jie Nanshi's hand: "Are you not injured?"
Jie Nanshi shook his head and pushed the red medicine back to Song Yu, and said, "Not this one."
Song Yu was about to ask what it meant, but he quickly realized: Jie Nanshi meant that this White Walker was incapable of stuffing other White Walkers into a paper bride.
At this time, Qiaoyi was so scared that she wanted to scream while using a broom to clean up the skin and clothes on the ground. Song Yuwang saw the tired look on Nanshi's face and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
After this thrilling night, it would be wishful thinking for him to use money to lure the residents of Qinghe Town to cooperate with the investigation. For now, he would probably have to force Jie Nanshi to continue working hard and complete all the inspections before the people left.
Song Yu expressed his concerns, but Xie Nanshi didn't take it seriously and agreed immediately. The dozens of people who were trembling with fear almost knelt down and called gods. Xie Nanshi looked at Song Yu. At this time, he had completely believed what Song Yu said about the outcome of Qinghe Town, and he should do his best to prevent the tragedy from happening. : "What are you going to do next?"
"I'm afraid it's not that simple to seize the source." Song Yu didn't have any good ideas for a while. He didn't think much about the plot in the last episode, so now that the plot has changed, it's hard to guess where it will go. He can only fool people like Jie Nanshi who don't know the inside story.
But Xie Nanshi followed up and asked: "What about the last time? How was it solved?"
Song Yu sighed and remembered the ending in the BGM: "Seal the entire Qinghe Town."
Xie Nanshi has always walked alone in the world and has no hope for the Ping An Department. But when he thought of the tragic situation of thousands of White Walkers, he actually felt a little angry: "As the chief of the Department of Security, is this how you protect one party?"
Song Yu looked at Xie Nanshi's wound with a guilty conscience and hurriedly took the red medicine from the system and gave it to him: "I was relatively weak at that time, and it was too late when I discovered the situation. But this round It's different. I have a great god like you. Come on, lift up your clothes and I'll apply them evenly for you."
"No need." Xie Nanshi rolled up his sleeves and shook off Song Yu, "I will be walking around Qinghe Town these days. Come to me if you have any ideas."
Seeing that his thigh was about to run away, Song Yu immediately grabbed him: "How can I find you?!"
Jie Nanshi paused, took out a piece of talisman paper and handed it to Song Yu: "Tear it into pieces, or burn it."
Song Yu's eyes lit up and he quickly put the things into his backpack: "What a good thing! Is there anything else? Attack type, defense type... agile ones are also fine. You know, I'm just a weed now, very weak. , it’s gone in an instant.”
Xie Nanshi looked helpless, but still took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it over.
Song Yu's eyes shone: "More, more!"
"Dreaming." Jie Nanshi was too lazy to talk to Song Yu anymore, turned around and wanted to leave.
Song Yu tugged Xie Nanshi's long sleeve again and pointed to the corner with a smile: "Take these people..."
Xie Nanshi frowned and pulled out his sleeves out of frustration. But he always meant what he said, and he suddenly turned back. Song Yu was amused and wanted to follow him to join in the fun, but when he saw that Nan Shi had his back turned to him, he said coldly: "Go away."
Even the stupidest person can hear the disgust.
Song Yu caught a glimpse of the golden light on Nanshi's hand, and immediately stepped back calmly. When he turned around, he took out a brand new set of zero-level fashion clothes from the system to match the jade pendant he just picked up from Jie Nanshi.
With tears in her eyes, Qiaoyi finally cleaned up the indescribable things on the ground. She felt that she had become a lot more courageous. She turned around and saw that her young master had already tidied herself up. She asked in surprise: "Master, what are you doing?" Are you going out? You haven’t used your breakfast yet.”
"No need, let's go out for a walk." Song Yu happily left the little maid far behind him. Now that Xie Nanshi is stuck here, the heavy responsibility of checking the listed list still falls on his head. But that’s okay, maybe go out and interact with the NPC more to trigger the mission, and his level and skills will come back?
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It has been raining here in Qinghe Town for many years. Although the sun has come out now, there is still water accumulated in the gaps between the bluestone slabs, and the air is filled with moist mist.
"Qinghe Town has never seen a strange ghost before." Zhang Song is an old craftsman in Qinghe Town. At this time, he was lying on a deck chair in the yard basking in the sun. The chair shook, and Zhang Song's eyelids Also followed the fight. "I don't know if it was brought here by the new manager from the Department of Safety. I heard that the strange ghost is two feet tall and scares me to death."
Song Yu was squatting next to him chopping firewood. Hearing this, he raised his sleeves and wiped his cold sweat. In the morning, he ran to Zhang's house according to his memory to see if he could trigger the task. When Zhang Song heard that he was here to help, and it only cost a few pennies, he was surprised and happily left the chores to Song Yu.
This job was the same as the original mission. Unfortunately, Song Yu forgot that he had lost the help of the system and the function of cutting firewood with one click. At this time, he had already begun to doubt his life.
Since there was no mission issued, why would he ask for trouble? Moreover, if you don’t gain experience by doing tasks now, you have to listen to others to eliminate you. It’s a big loss!
Qiaoyi felt distressed and served Song Yu tea and water. If the young master hadn't allowed it, she would have wanted to grab the ax and do it herself. When I heard Zhang Song's words, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows slightly: "Sir, what you said is a little biased. It is not a day for a ghost to put on human skin. My house... the steward has just arrived, how is it possible? It was he who brought the White Walkers here.”
Zhang Song shook his folding fan and was not annoyed when he heard this. Instead, he said cheerfully: "Where did you come from, little kid? Why do you have to do hard work and bring your own maid? But this girl is quite sharp-tongued."
Song Yu put down the ax and shook his sore arm: "I'm just here to experience life. After all, I will live in Qinghe Town in the future, so I have to know more about this place."
Zhang Song nodded: "Although our Qinghe Town is not rich, the folk customs are simple and honest, making it easier to accept outsiders."
Song Yu's expression changed slightly when he heard this: "Old sir, have there been many outsiders in this town in the past few years?"
"Don't stop, young people can't be lazy." Zhang Song squinted at Song Yu, and saw that he continued to chop wood before continuing: "This place is remote and close to the border, and there are not many outsiders. Hey... Lingjin Street, the street with the highest threshold in front, moved here two years ago. It is also the only wealthy family in this town. When he first arrived in Qinghe Town, he brought ten carriages with him. Loaded with jewels, eighty percent of the town now belongs to them.”
"Rich man..." Song Yu took out a booklet from his arms and turned to one of the pages. This man's name is Qi Huai, his ancestral home is in Zanlin, and he has always been in the jewelry business. I didn’t know why I came here five years ago.
He vaguely remembered that he had taken over a series of tasks such as helping the Qi family look after farmland, weeding, and catching hamsters in the fields to warn off thieves. However, Song Yu had never seen Qi Huai before, and he did not appear when Qinghe Town was destroyed. It is not known whether he knew the information in advance and slipped away, or whether there was something wrong with him.
At present, whether it is to break the main plot or to solve the main plot and find bugs in advance, we have to get in touch with Qi Huai.
Song Yu thought of this, raised his hand to look for Qiaoyi, and when she came over, he ordered: "Go back and tell the chief registrar that I will have a banquet for the wealthy businessmen in Qinghe Town tonight to discuss the matter of the White Walkers."
"Yes, young master." Qiaoyi responded, looking at her young master with some distress, and finally turned back first.
After Qiaoyi walked away, Zhang Song sat up from the rocking chair, his originally kind expression turned gloomy and unpredictable: "Boy, are you the new manager from the Safety Department?" Just like Zhang Song said, Qinghe Town is It's such a big place, and many people are related by marriage. Everyone who comes and goes will be more or less familiar, and it's not difficult to guess the identity of a new face.
Hearing this, Song Yu put down his ax and directly placed a wooden stake on it: "Since the old gentleman has discovered it a long time ago, why didn't you tell him earlier..."
Unexpectedly, before Song Yu finished speaking, Zhang Song scolded him: "Who told you to stop? Do you still want your wages?"
Song Yu was startled. The consciousness of being a laborer made him immediately raise the ax again. Only then did Zhang Song look away and couldn't help but mutter: "Today's young people are really inferior to each other."
As Zhang Song spoke, he looked up at the sky. It was still clear and a swallow was flying from low altitude. He stopped shaking the cattail leaf fan and his eyes became cloudy. "It's going to rain again," he said.
