"Wang Teng, Lu Xun, Zhan Xuan, and Luo Xiaopeng, as a team of four, go to Changchun Street, Eleven Lane Road, and Lanfu Street to patrol."
The captain of the Beicheng night patrol saw the team standing and waited for Master Jinyang in the sky to land on the ground before giving instructions.
The four people who had just been named were all startled.
But he still left the team, stood up and responded:
"yes."
At this time, Brother Jinyang stood across the street with an indifferent expression, not caring about the night patrol at all.
"Lord Jinyang."
Everyone salutes.
The captain of the Beicheng night patrol hurriedly walked over and handed a piece of paper to Brother Jinyang.
After Brother Jinyang read it, he threw the paper back to the other party and said calmly: "Please cooperate."
"Yes, sir."
The night watchman bowed his head in response, walked to the front of the team again, and continued to assign tasks.
Everyone in this meeting finally came to their senses. Their Beicheng night patrol team had obviously received some instructions and needed their cooperation.
As the names were read one by one, the team was quickly dispersed.
With the last sound of departure,
The night watchers dispersed.
In the direction of Changchun Street, Chen Qingyan and four people were walking in groups of two, one behind the other, on the street.
It's rare that it doesn't rain tonight, but the wind blowing on me is not light at all.
The night patrol clothes of several people were rustling, their hair was messed up by the wind, and they were hit in the face quite unpleasantly.
At this time, the night patrolman named Luo Xiaopeng who was walking in front said: "We have to patrol three streets. With four of us, we can't finish it even at dawn. Let's do this. Wang Teng and Lu Xun, you two will work together. After inspecting Lanfu Street, Zhan Xuan and I will go to Eleven Lane Road to inspect first.”
Luo Xiaopeng pointed to the front, "Finally, let's meet together on Changchun Street. You come from the end of the street, and we come from the other side of the street, so that we can finish the work quickly."
The three of them paused, and Lu Xun was the first to nod, "Okay."
Zhan Xuan hesitated for a moment, his expression a little unhappy.
Luo Xiaopeng added: "This is not a routine inspection. Have you forgotten the monsters that were roaming around in the past few days? They may not have left yet. The more people there are, the more dangerous it is."
Zhan Xuan could only nod.
Chen Qingyan also acquiesced.
Seeing that everyone agreed, Luo Xiaopeng smiled and said: "Pay more attention to the door gods. If you find any burned door gods, write them down and report them when you gather. If you encounter evil spirits, don't hesitate to pull out the blunderbuss immediately."
As a result, the four people divided into two groups, one on the left and the other on the right.
The four of them left Changchun Street, which was the closest place.
Chen Qingyan and Lu Xun walked towards Lanfu Street together.
On the way, I saw that other groups of night patrolmen had arrived at the designated street and started checking.
Both parties nodded in greeting without communicating.
Lanfu Street was a bit far away from the lobby. Chen Qingyan and Lu Xun started to jog as they walked.
Lu Xun was carrying a gun, which was not very convenient when running.
Chen Qingyan had the evil sword hanging on his waist and was not wearing a raincoat. After taking off his hat, his loosely tied hair immediately fell down. He tied it up skillfully while running, and soon had his hair tied into a bun. , and suddenly felt much more relaxed.
Lu Xun was a new member of the night patrol. He was not very old. When he saw his young colleague who had a childish face but always gave people an old-fashioned appearance in his words and deeds, he couldn't help but teased: "Wang Teng, you are better than me." Third sister is still young and wants to call me brother."
Chen Qingyan glanced at him and ignored him.
This Lu Xun was previously a member of the Beicheng Day Patrol Team. He had a somewhat lively personality and was very familiar with himself.
"嘁~"
Seeing that Chen Qingyan ignored him, Lu Xun did a trick and carried the iron gun like a pole and rushed on. He thought he was cool, but in fact it was a bit unbearable to look at.
Lu Xun stopped looking for boredom, and Chen Qingyan was too lazy to talk nonsense.
The two of them arrived at the end of Lanfu Street and began to slow down.
"I am on the left and you are on the right, understand?"
After Lu Xun raised his head and said something, without waiting for Chen Qingyan's consent, he walked to a stone house on the left side of the street.
Seeing this, Chen Qingyan walked towards the stone house on the right.
There is no need to check, just check whether the doorkeeper posted on the door is intact.
certainly,
Not every household has a door god to guard the house, and one hundred bones is not cheap.
The origin of consumables like the door god is mysterious. Chen Qingyan wanted to learn about it during this period, but he didn't have much clue. He quickly realized that this thing was a strategic material and was in Lingu's hands. People only knew its use.
At first, Chen Qingyan wanted to try the same alchemy technique to see if he could master it. After all, all the door gods had ever-changing appearances, including men and women, old and young. No one painting was the same at all. He was extremely curious about this.
Unfortunately, he couldn't even find out how it was made.
Can only give up.
The two of them were very efficient. In just a short time, they checked a dozen houses.
Those with door gods posted on them are all in good condition. Those that have not been posted can be inspected by climbing on the wall and observing if there is nothing abnormal. They are just checking. They can't break into residents' homes late at night to search. It's not necessary and it's not necessary.
In a blink of an eye, the meal time passed and the two of them were still at the end of the street.
They are very efficient, but Lanfu Street is too long and has too many residents. There are also alleys and alleys interspersed between the streets, and there are also residents in them.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Walking around and around wasted too much time.
Chen Qingyan exhaled and passed by the door of a residence where an unknown female doorkeeper was posted. In front of him was the main road of Lanfu Street.
He stepped up, stepped over a pool of water, and walked toward the main street.
Next, he just hopes there will be fewer such alleys.
Phew~
There was a muffled sound.
Chen Qingyan's expression suddenly became dull, and his head slowly turned away.
A faint blue flame quietly ignited on a piece of colored paper that occupied a small half of the door.
The female door god who looked very dignified on the colored paper actually showed a frightened look on her face, her eyes were moist, and she looked pitiful and about to cry.
She is afraid.
She is mourning.
For no reason, Chen Qingyan had absurd thoughts in his heart.
Without enough time to think about why a painting reacted like this, Chen Qingyan choked and pulled out the Zhaoxie Sword.
The blade is smooth and clean, and the surface is calm.
There was no strange appearance of evil spirits as expected.
Chen Qingyan was shocked and confused, looked away, and ran to the main street without saying a word.
Take one step forward,
Lanfu Street is just a stone's throw away.
But suddenly, Chen Qingyan jumped into the air, his blade pointing downwards.
Ding.
A string of sparks exploded.
Then the harsh sound of gold and iron echoed in the alley.
Chen Qingyan landed on the ground, grabbed an iron tool like a bamboo tube with both hands and pulled hard.
stop--
Bang~
Crimson fireworks bloomed in the sky.
Chen Qingyan threw down the cigarette gun and stood up with a solemn face.
At this time, the Zhaoxie Sword was filled with dark blue smoke waves, like undercurrents in the deep sea and silent waves.
His eyes were fixed on the ground. From the water pool he had stepped over, a bruised and black palm appeared at some point. At this time, there was a knife wound on the skin on the surface of the palm, which almost scraped off the entire piece of flesh.
The skin and flesh were turned out and melted when exposed to the air, like a candle slowly falling, revealing a beautiful white hand bone.
The joints are clear and crystal clear.
It seems that it is not a human bone, but a piece of art carefully carved with white jade.
However, there is a flaw in this artwork, a fine crack that spreads from the joint of the index finger to between the metacarpal bones.