In the opera garden on the outskirts of the city, bursts of warm applause broke out, and the wonderful performance of the owner of the opera garden aroused the applause of some elderly people, who really liked the traditional and classical art of drama.

The temperature outside seems to have dropped a lot, and there are fewer and fewer people lingering outside.

Jiang Qingjiu and Liu Jiang stood outside the low wall and lingered for a while.

"Do you think there will be anyone in here? Does the owner of this opera garden have a wife and children?" Jiang Qingjiu asked unconvinced.

Liu Jiang thought about it and returned: "There was a lady who was said to have died of a serious illness a few years ago. ”

Jiang Qingjiu nodded, the two looked at each other and smiled, jumped over, climbed over the low wall, and landed gently in the courtyard, almost no sound, leaving a series of shallow footprints on the ground.

The room in front of it, hollowed out underneath, about the calf of an adult, is a floor made of solid wood, which is an all-wooden house. The house was large, very large, with a roof covered with blue tiles, and a long wind chime hung in the corner, and from time to time the wind blew, and the wind chimes rang in bursts.

The two of them walked onto the floor and gently pushed open the wooden sliding door, which was very quaintly decorated, with a guqin in the middle and several seats on the side. The two have a clear goal, and if they want to find clues, they may only start from the most private place of a person, that is, a person's bedroom, and the secrets of ordinary capable people are often hidden in this private space.

Seeing that there was no one around, the two of them walked casually.

The door on the opposite side of the hall should be the main entrance, and the owner of the opera garden must have entered from there, and there are two doors on each side of the hall, which means that the house has four bedrooms.

The two knew that the reason why the owner of the opera garden went out was to go out to sing, and now they would not come back for a while, so they casually pushed open the first door on the left-hand side.

The wooden sliding door is very well maintained, sliding gently along the human hand without any resistance and without making any sound.

The door was slowly opened, but there was a faint fragrance of lotus flowers coming from inside.

The space inside is quite large, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a woman's room, especially the faint fragrance of lotus flowers that permeates the whole room.

Liu Jiang smiled, sat on the big bed, and said: "It's very soft, Brother Jiang, do you think this will be a beauty raised by the owner of the opera garden in the house, a good means to hide the beauty in the golden house." ”

After speaking, Liu Jiang smiled proudly again, in his opinion, the wife of this opera garden has been dead for so many years, and it is normal for him to find a confidant who engages in art.

Jiang Qingjiu glanced at the layout of the room, turned around, and said as he walked: "Let's go, this is not his room, there shouldn't be anything to be found." Time is precious. We have to move fast. “

Liu Jiang stood up, what Brother Jiang said was reasonable, and walked out.

Suddenly, Ginger Sake stopped. Liu Jiang asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Qingjiu frowned, looked a little strange, and pointed to a few large wardrobes placed in the corner of the room,

"Someone!"

Liu Jiang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be joking, how can there be anyone, there are just two of us here, the man looks like he is forty or fifty years old, is it possible that there is really a stunning beauty hidden in it for his own pastime." ”

Jiang Qingjiu knew that what Liu Jiang said was reasonable, but the fact was that there were really people inside.

"Try to open your perception ability, you and I are equal, I can feel it, you should be able to feel it too, feel if there is a person hidden in it!"

Jiang Sake said seriously, not like he was joking.

Liu Jiang released his informative power, and suddenly a short and rapid heartbeat began to linger in Liu Jiang's ears. There is a person hiding inside, could it be that the owner of the opera garden has made a golden house to hide Jiaojiao, and he is really old and strong!

The two glanced at each other, but they thought they understood. Liu Jiang slowly approached, Jiang Qingjiu was behind him, but a blue light array gradually appeared in his hand. It seems to be to be on guard against the people inside the cabinet.

Liu Jiang was not so cautious, and walked to the cabinet gently.

"Let me see what kind of beauty makes the old man move!"

Liu Jiang violently opened the door of the cabinet, and what he saw next made him cry and laugh.

Jiang Qingjiu looked at Liu Jiang, who had not made any movement for a long time, and looked at it. The girl sitting in front of her was wearing a white dress, her long hair fell behind her head, and her expression was nervous, wasn't it the girl who was playing and singing the pipa on the stage, how could it be her.

The girl was a little nervous, probably seeing this kind of scene for the first time, and stammered and asked, "Who are you?"

Her voice still sounds so ethereal, with such a face that is not stained by the fireworks of the world, why should she ,,,, Liu Jiang was a little wooden, and sat aside in a trance.

Jiang Qingjiu squatted in front of the girl and said, "We are the guests of the master of this opera garden, who are you and why are you staying in this inner courtyard?"

When the girl heard that the two in front of her were guests, she was a little puzzled, but her previous words were full of mockery.

"I am Zhao Qingqing, Zhao Le's daughter. I haven't heard that my father has ever invited guests home. ”

Liu Jiangmune's eyes suddenly glowed with vitality, but he sat aside with some frustration.

Jiang Qingjiu saw Liu Jiang's expression, smiled, and asked, "Does the girl have a favorite man, or does she have a marriage contract?"

Zhao Qingqing's cheeks were a little crimson. The education she received since she was a child was relatively traditional, and she didn't have much contact with men, so she wondered why this person was like this, and she asked these words when they first met. But under the influence of the family culture, she still politely replied: "You didn't say any of this." ”

Jiang Qingjiu almost asked: "What do you think of the young man next to me, girl?"

However, Liu Jiang glanced at Jiang Qingjiu, and Jiang Qingjiu didn't say anything, although Liu Jiang glanced at the latter fiercely in his eyes, he was still a little high-minded in his heart.

Jiang Qingjiu looked at the young man with slightly red cheeks, and said with a smile in his heart, he was free and easy on weekdays, but now he didn't say a word.

"You two talk first, I'll go out for a walk. Jiang Sake got up and said.

Liu Jiang got up and said, "I'm with you!"

Jiang Qingjiu pressed Liu Jiang on the bed and said, "You see that the girl was scared just now, you should accompany the girl, after all, we are guests, we can't lose our etiquette." ”

Jiang Qingjiu walked out of the room, closed the door gently, and sighed in his heart, "It's up to you next, Brother Liu."

According to the design of this kind of house, the children are on the left, the elders are on the right, and the opposite side should be Zhao Le's house.

Ginger sake walked unhurriedly on the wooden plank, but this kind of wooden house gave people a very different feeling when they walked up.

Before opening the door this time, Jiang Sake carefully sensed the entire room, and after making sure that there was no one inside, he gently pushed open the door of the house, followed the entrance, and then closed the door casually.

The furnishings are obviously the style of middle-aged men, there is an incense burner in the middle, and there are bursts of faint smoke coming out of it at this time, and a little further inside is a desk, behind which there are rows of bookshelves full of books, and after the bookshelf, there is a standard bedroom with an ancient painting on the wall.

Jiang sake walked around the room, and first walked to the desk, and sat on the chair, with three drawers in front of him.

On the desk there is a brush and two bottles of ink, one for the fountain pen and the other for the brush.

It seems that this Zhao Le still has a hobby of writing, but he seems to be more diligent in using a fountain pen, because among the two bottles of ink, there is obviously only a little bit of ink left in the bottle of hero brand.

There was not a single fountain pen on the table, there were only two possibilities, or it was worn on his chest like in the seventies and eighties, and he was not seen Zhao Le take out the fountain pen from the inside. Then there was only one possibility, and he took time out of his hurry to write something in his room, and at this time he was suddenly called to the stage, and he put the pen in his notebook and held it. For a person who can write so little ink, he is not a novelist, then he must be a diary writer.

Jiang Sake opened the largest drawer, and there were very few things in it, and sure enough, a notebook wrapped in black vellum paper was placed in the middle, and Jiang Sake picked up the notebook, but there was also a fountain pen in it.

If a person who likes to write a diary, his diary is more or less free of any secrets about himself, then what is hidden in this person's heart, except for torture to extract confessions, no one can obtain any means.

Jiang Qingjiu opened the thick days with some apprehension in his heart, and worked hard all night, whether he could find the clues of this Zhao Danzhu depends on this diary.

What was written above was all about the happy life of the family before Zhao Le's wife died, and Jiang Qingjiu skipped this paragraph directly. Further on, it is written that Zhao Le fell into a low point in his life after the death of his wife, and then found a reason to continue to live in his daughter, Jiang Qingjiu read this paragraph very seriously, he lived for his daughter, me? Is it for Chen Yi, in order to find the reason for the death of the Jiang family, is it to find the ancient relics?

Jiang Qingjiu shook his head and continued to look back.

Just a few pages before the pen is clamped, it suddenly reads: He's coming for me!

Jiang Qingjiu's nerves immediately tensed, and he looked down,

He's coming for me! Because after all these years, it is rumored that the Zhao family has all died in that purge.

It's not easy for him to survive, he is the young master, although we have long been separated from the Zhao family, but now that he has come to me for help, how can I not help!

He said that he had made a deal with an organization, and that after the matter was completed, that organization would help him rebuild the Zhao family, and he said that he hoped that I would be able to lead our line back to the ancestral land of the Zhao family at that time. I politely declined. But I promised to help him.

He told me a little frightened when he told me, but I had to help him, my ancestors had orders, and I had to disobey them!

The first step in the plan is to attack the Liu family's compound!