All his tricks can always be intercepted halfway by men.

He attacked people and avoided the side legs, he punched directly to the chest, and the opponent could be separated by his elbows immediately, this feeling of being controlled by someone made Gu Fanghuai feel very uncomfortable.

All the reactions were expected by the tall man, and he still didn't know the strength of the other party at all.

Soon, Gu Fanghuai realized that he was far from being this man's opponent, and if he continued to fight, he would undoubtedly lose face in front of his girlfriend again.

Gu Fanghuai's punches became more and more ruthless, and the tall man seemed to be a little impatient with this kind of four-two-to-two play, and the corners of his mouth under the mask drooped.

Gu Fanghuai was sweating profusely, and his palms were even more tired, and he threw a punch again.

The tall man suddenly clamped down on his left arm, which had not yet moved, and did not avoid his other hand at all.

It was like a bone directly embedded in his hand, Gu Fanghuai felt a sharp pain in his arm, shivered, and the hair on his left arm stood upside down inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is a person's instinctive reaction to danger.

Gu Fanghuai was frightened and shocked, the tall man's fingerbones clanged, and he finally stopped intercepting Gu Fanghuai's tricks, but took the initiative to attack.

Seeing this, Jiang Wan felt that the situation was not good, and intended to pull the two apart, but she was not far away, so she quickly slid over, trying to separate the two.

The tall man didn't have time to retract his movements, his palm brushed her arm, and his wrist bone hit Jiang Wan's elbow.

What Jiang Wan couldn't see was that the man's expression under the mask showed a hint of intricacies.

Jiang Wan felt a pain in her arm first, and then began to numb, and then a red mark appeared on it.

Gu Fanghuai looked at the steps that were sent to the door, how could he not accept it? He scolded and said, "Forget it this time, if there is a next time, I will definitely make you pay the price." ”

is probably a lack of confidence, and when he said this, he had a sense of frustration like a water dog.

Gu Fanghuai pulled his girlfriend away quickly, running faster than a rabbit.

Jiang Wan refused to leave, she hadn't asked clearly, and was about to catch up, but someone held her uninjured right hand.

She closed her eyes and knew that he was the eccentric man who was the 'best candidate for the neighborhood committee uncle of the year'.

But after all, the other party was forced to fight with Gu Fanghuai because of himself, and Jiang Wan couldn't say the words "the dog takes the mouse" in return.

She took a stand: "Thank you for today, but it's my own business. ”

The implication is that he doesn't need to worry about the following things.

But the other party obviously didn't appreciate it, or pretended not to understand her words, but he just turned his head sideways, and when he saw the people talking not far away, his eyebrows wrinkled almost imperceptibly.

When he looked down at Jiang Wan again, he only said, "The owner of the museum is investigating this matter." ”

"What?"

Jiang Wan didn't react at first, but the owner of the pavilion mentioned by the other party was not the one from the 'Cat's Pavilion'?

The image of a young man with a medieval antique appeared in Jiang Wan's mind almost immediately, but what was he looking for?

Jiang Wan's eyes were blurred for a moment, and the recent events were more and more bizarre.

The man seemed to see through her thoughts, and reached out to lower the hood, "For example, why did Chen Ge die?"

His tone was abruptly chilling, Jiang Wan's pupils suddenly shrank when he heard this, how could he know that he was investigating Chen Ge's affairs? Could this person also be the person of the strange 'Cat's Pavilion'?

The man let go of Jiang Wan's wrist, as if he had given up on stopping her.

The tall man gathered his dark blue robe, which was really out of tune with the weather, and walked towards the opposite side of the crowd, Jiang Wan stubbornly followed.

"Big brother, uh...... You go slower. ”

Jiang Wan knew that this road was the direction to go back to the 'Cat's Pavilion', she didn't dare to rashly call something like a beautiful boy and a handsome pot, if this person didn't participate in the comic exhibition, he was dressed like this, and he had a mask on his face, maybe he would look miserable and cry.

Don't look back and be poked in the sore spot by her words...... Jiang Wan's injured left arm began to hurt again.

The person in front of him paused, indeed a lot slower.

Jiang Wan was overjoyed when she saw this, and felt that the new colleague was a little human, so she quickened her steps, "You call that the person the hall master, it seems that you are also the assistant to the curator......?" New colleague, I don't know much when I first arrived, and I just caused you trouble. ”

Jiang Wan patted her chest with a sincere face. The man didn't say a word, and he looked like a mute more than the Xin Mei in the hall.

Jiang Wan continued, "I see that you all have a lot of faith." ”

But in my heart, I was full of slander, and I was dressed like a dancing god in broad daylight, and I didn't know who the so-called hall owner had poured into ecstasy soup and came out to scare whom.

Faith?

The man in front, his lips moving under the brass mask, seemed to measure the value of the word.

He didn't answer yes, nor did he deny that he wasn't.

There seemed to be a hint of mockery under the cold mask, but it didn't seem to be to her.

The foyer of the cat.

It's still a bleak business.

Xin Mei gave Jiang the evening medicine, and the movements were soft and quiet. Zhu Ying on the side was reading a beauty magazine, holding a small mirror in her hand and gesturing up and down her face.

The tall man was indeed from here, and as soon as he entered the hall, he went to the back hall.

Jiang Wan watched Xin Mei's slender fingers apply medicine on her arm, gentle as water, they were all people in the hall, why was it so different?

"A dead face, like someone who borrowed his wife. Jiang Wan recalled that she had eaten deflated along the way, and her cheeks began to harden.

"Ni Shuo doesn't have a wife. ”

Zhu Ying saw that the needle was coming, and did not forget to remind her, "You can't get any interesting response for joking with someone like that." ”

Jiang Wan took a breath and began to think that if Chen Ge and Gu Fanghuai broke up in November last year, then there was no reason not to tell herself. Even if he lied in order not to worry about himself, there was no need to bring up the marriage, so how could he write her such a letter a few days ago?

"What's the owner's name?"

Jiang Wan was a little curious, and asked casually, she didn't expect Xin Mei to answer.

But Zhu Ying was too focused on her beauty career and didn't hear her question, Jiang Wan felt a cold on her arm, and saw Xin Mei hanging the corners of her eyes, and her gray eyes didn't look as calm as they did that night.

She withdrew her dipped and slippery fingertips from Jiang Wan's arm, and wrote the word 'Shen Kuo' on the log table beside her.

The white plaster invaded the wood, which was already moistened with moisture, and the air was dry, but the glyph also stayed for a while.

Shen Kuo?

Jiang Wan retracted her gaze and said a few times silently in her heart, these people were unwilling to say more to herself. And whether she came here by coincidence or someone deliberately, I'm afraid no one understands better than the owner here.

The sudden appearance of the person named Ni Shuo prevented her from having a big fight with Gu Fanghuai, but he also intentionally or unintentionally prevented them from contacting.

In any case, if they can mention Chen Ge, it means that Chen Ge is dead, and these people may know.

"Is Pavilion Master Shen in the back hall now?"

Jiang Wan didn't know what kind of psychology she had, wiped the medicine stains on the table, pointed to the back and asked.

Xin Mei nodded.

It was late afternoon in the small courtyard.

Shen Kuo put away the old-fashioned bronze enamel pocket watch in his hand, and the green pipe was not lit this time, but he just habitually played with it in his hand.

When Jiang Wan stepped into the backyard, the young man was wearing a dark red Tang costume this day, and the Ruyi button extended from the hem to the neck, and the whole person was elegant.

The bone china slub cup on the side had a broken handle, and only the cup body remained, which was placed on the red table next to the chaise longue.

Ginger smells the sweet aroma in the air, coffee?

This scene is as treacherous as Putin's use of the West Lake Longjing as afternoon tea. If you don't open your mouth, it's really a beautiful picture.

The young man put his pipe on the table and spoke first, "From the beginning, you should have understood that everything here doesn't seem to be normal. ”

Jiang Wan thought this is not nonsense? But there was not too much expression on his face, the so-called enemy does not move, I will not move.

Shen Kuo didn't pretend to be mysterious, and said straightforwardly: "Each of them has their own unique ability, Ni Shuo's ability is 'prediction', which can predict in advance what is about to happen in front of him in a short period of time. And the existence of the 'Cat's Pavilion' is to help the person who signed the contract find something that was lost a long time ago. ”

"You mean, Chen Ge has signed a contract with here?" Jiang Wan found the key words.

Shen Kuo curled his index finger and tapped the armrest of the recliner, "To be precise, Chen Ge used to be a guest here, so her file will also be recorded, and it is not a good thing to be involved here." ”

Jiang Wan's heart was depressed, she had been treated as a fool in the past two days, even if Chen Ge's death had nothing to do with them, they were definitely insiders.

Jiang Wan took a few steps over, supporting the armrest of the recliner with one hand, trying to give himself some confidence, "You guys are too irresponsible, aren't you? ”

Shen Kuo rarely didn't have a hippie smile, but asked her: "What is responsible?"

His jaw was deliberately raised a little, although it was below, but he did not lose at all in terms of momentum.

He pursed the corners of his mouth and said word by word: "Responsibility has always been about yourself, not about others. ”

On Shen Kuo's face, the black eyeballs seemed to be reversed from Xin Mei, and they became white. For a moment, Jiang Wan saw a rare seriousness from it.

She hadn't carefully smashed the meaning of the sentence, but the young man had been serious for only three seconds, his elbows propped up on the other side of the armrest, and he straightened up to her face.

Shen Kuo's eyebrows moved, "Are you going to collapse my chair?" This is a product of the Ming Dynasty, and if you want to sell yourself to the 'Cat's Pavilion', you have to consider whether your IQ can last for a long time, don't you say?"

Jiang Wan got up in shame and was about to return the salute.

But seeing Shen Kuo slumped back on the recliner, the broken hair on his forehead was covered and fell on his eyelids on the side, he said unhurriedly: "Don't you want to know how Chen Ge died, take you to a place tonight." ”