Zhang Zhen left Jingyu Villa and returned to the hotel, Yang Bantou was impatient to wait, and when he saw Zhang Zhen hurriedly catching up, he opened his mouth and asked: "Catch the head, have you found anything?" ”

Zhang Zhen didn't speak, he glanced at the store first, there was no one else in the store, only the hotel owner was wiping the counter. The pen is www.biquge.info interesting, but his attention is obviously not on the rag in his hand, and he leans his ears towards Zhang Zhen and the others while scratching.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhen said to Yang Bantou: "Let's go, go back to the room." ”

The two went up the stairs into the guest room, sat down at the round table, Yang Bantou poured Zhang Zhen a cup of tea, and stretched his neck and said eagerly: "Catch the head, who are the people in Jingyu Villa?" Did you find out something? ”

Zhang Zhen shook his head and said, "I haven't figured out who they are, but they are definitely not rice merchants." The inside of the villa is heavily guarded, it is no different from the military camp, and when I moved out of the criminal department of the imperial court, they didn't buy it at all, and it seemed that it was not small. ”

Yang Bantou took a breath, frowned and said, "I heard them say that no one enters or leaves the villa on weekdays, who would run here to build a village and hide?" Could it be that an official in the imperial court has lost his power and is hiding here to avoid trouble? ”

Zhang Zhen thought for a while and said, "If you want to avoid trouble, either choose a place far away from the capital and no one can find it, or go back to your hometown to use local forces." This place is very close to Hanyang, and the owner of the mountain villa is not a local, so he should not have come here to avoid trouble. ”

Yang Bantou's eyes lit up and said, "Could it be a stronghold of the rebellious army?" Since the rise of Emperor Wu's religion, many local armies have become chaotic armies, and they are self-respecting, maybe there is also a group of chaotic armies here? ”

Zhang Zhen didn't have a clue, remembered his original intention, simply stopped guessing, and said: "Regardless of who they are, I saw a lot of large dogs in the villa, and when I left the villa, I also heard a strange dog barking, I wanted to go and see what was going on, but the owner of the villa found a reason to perfunctory, I suspect that the haunting in the village is related to Jingyu Villa." ”

Hearing Zhang Zhen say this, Yang Bantou, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly lost a lot of energy, and said sneeringly: "That...... That...... What should we do? ”

Seeing that Yang Bantou had changed his attitude for no reason, Zhang Zhen was still a little puzzled at first, but after thinking about it, he understood the joints. Since Zhang Zhen has doubts about the villa, the next step is nothing more than to investigate or arrest, no matter what, it is indispensable to have a conflict and friction with Jingyu Villa. Just one Black Tiger Gang is enough to make the trappers in the yamen scratch their ears and cheeks, and now there is an unknown Mirror Jade Villa......

Zhang Zhen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and said: "After all, it is a lawsuit of human life, how can you easily ignore it......" As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed to himself, it is not a peaceful and prosperous era at the moment, especially Lu Guo, it is like a pot of porridge.

In wartime, soldiers are like grass, and people in troubled times are like ashes. Not to mention anything else, only the Black Tiger Gang, there are fewer lawsuits for human lives? How many have been punished?

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zhen didn't say anything more, pinched the teacup with his hand and turned it around twice, and sighed lightly.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and then heard the voice of the shopkeeper say from outside: "Master Tolerance, someone came to the second master and said that there is a case to report." ”

The troubles in front of him have not been sorted out, and a wave of unsettled waves has arisen, Zhang Zhen looked up at Yang Bantou, and sure enough, he saw that Yang Bantou was a little tired of paying attention

Zhang Zhen patted his arm and said very sincerely: "If there is a case, we have to ask, since we have put on this official uniform, we also have to carry the burden under the official uniform." Erlu, the people's fat and people's ointment, to be a man, you still have to have a clear conscience, Brother Yang, don't you say? ”

Yang Bantou looked ashamed, nodded, and went out with Zhang Zhen.

The two of them went out of the guest room door, and through the guardrail, they saw a thin middle-aged man in the lobby on the first floor anxiously pacing back and forth. He wore a square scarf on his head, a robe with a disc collar, and a leather tie on his feet, ordinary people's clothes, but the clothes were very cleanly washed, and his hair was combed very neatly.

Before Zhang Zhen and the others went downstairs, the middle-aged man had already rushed over, and was just about to speak, when he saw Zhang Zhen's appearance clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and said in amazement: "You...... You're not from that noodle shop...... Shopkeeper? ”

"Huh? Do you know me? Zhang Zhen looked at the middle-aged man carefully, and vaguely felt a little familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The middle-aged man obviously had no time to talk about it, so he didn't pay attention to Zhang Zhen's stubble, and turned to Yang Bantou: "Yang Bantou, one of my subordinates was strangely seriously injured when he went out to buy things, and now I don't know if he can save his life. ”

Yang Bantou didn't rush to agree, he arched his hand first, and said very respectfully: "Butler Zhao, this is Zhang Zhen, the new head catcher of our yamen." He not only introduced the middle-aged man, but also vaguely expressed that Zhang Zhen's official position is bigger, and he has to listen to Zhang Zhen for something.

The middle-aged man was extremely surprised, and his eyes towards Zhang Zhen became complicated.

Hearing Yang Bantou call the middle-aged man "Zhao Da Butler", Zhang Zhen also remembered who he was, the butler of the Zhao family, the person who followed Zhao Lei, the young gang leader of the Black Tiger Gang, in the noodle restaurant that day.

Looking at the middle-aged man's expression, Zhang Zhen knew that he was probably wondering if a person who had offended the Black Tiger Gang and suddenly became the head catcher of the Yamen, would there be any cats in it.

And as he guessed, Zhang Zhen followed the middle-aged man's previous words and asked, "Who was injured by the subordinates of your mansion, do you have a clue?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "Our young master is very anxious, please come with me, if you have anything to say, please go to the cold house to talk in detail." ”

A middle-aged man led the way, passing through a few side streets and coming to a narrow alley. At the end of the alley, there is a large green bamboo bush, swaying in the wind, elegant and natural, and the dirty Beixinzhuang outside is like two worlds.

Zhang Zhen walked into the bamboo forest and saw a small courtyard in the forest, surrounded by a low fence wall surrounded by three huts, two on the left and one on the right, all of which were made of thick bamboo.

The middle-aged man entered the small courtyard and walked straight to the hut in the middle on the left, the door of the hut was closed, the middle-aged man went up the steps and knocked on the door, and said loudly: "Young master, the old slave brought the two tolerance lords." ”

Then the door opened a crack, revealing half of his face, and he looked out cautiously and vigilantly before opening the door.

Zhang Zhen, the person in the house, recognized that it was Zhao Lei, the young gang leader of the Black Tiger Gang who had helped him. However, to Zhang Zhen's surprise, Zhao Lei's clothes were messy at the moment, his eyes were black, and his eyes were a little scattered, which was not at all like the handsome and handsome son he saw last time.

Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhang Zhen at first sight, just like Steward Zhao, and said suspiciously: "You ......"

For Zhao Lei, Zhang Zhen always had a little gratitude in his heart, so he didn't wait for him to ask, he explained first: "Lord Mengxian Ling appreciated and appointed me as the head catcher of Tongyu County. As soon as I settled in the hotel, I met Steward Zhao who came to report that the people in your house had been attacked, so I came to take a look. ”

Zhao Lei's mind was obviously not so complicated, and after listening to Zhang Zhen's words, he hurriedly said: "Hurry, hurry, two of you, please come in!" With that, he opened the door and led the two of them into the house.

The windows of the bamboo house are bright and clean, a guzheng is placed on the north wall, and there are many books scattered on the small table on the east wall.

On the west wall was a small bed on which a man lay down. Zhao Lei led Zhang Zhen and them to the side of the bed, leaned sideways and couldn't bear to look directly, only stretched out his hand to the bed and pointed at it, and said miserably: "He is my family's descendant Xin San, I sent him out to buy some paper and ink, who knows ......" said that his voice was a little choked.

Yang Bantou looked past Zhang Zhen, glanced at the bed with some curiosity, and changed his face with a sigh of surprise.

Zhang Zhen looked at the person on the bed, he was very young, he didn't look like he was twenty years old, he was at the age of vitality, but now he was lying motionless on the small bed, with more air out and less air in.

He had broken one of his left arms, all of which were missing from the shoulder down, and the wound was wrapped in a thick white cloth, through which the blood still stained the bamboo mat bed red. What was particularly terrifying was his face, with three deep paw prints on the left half of his face, the flesh of his face turned open, and his eyelids were scraped off.

Because he had no eyelids, he was obviously closed, but the left eyeball was exposed, and he was scratched, and it was red, looking weird and crazy.

Yang Bantou said in a trembling voice: "He, he is still ...... Is there a salvation? ”

Zhang Zhen already had the answer in his heart, so he still reached out and tested the body temperature and pulse of the injured person, then shook his head very heavily, and asked Zhao Lei: "Have you seen Langzhong?" What did Lang Zhong say? ”

Hearing Zhang Zhen's question, Zhao Lei couldn't help but glance at the injured person on the bed again, and then his face turned pale, his throat rolled, and he almost seemed to vomit. He hurriedly dodged, found a stool to sit down, and gasped: "Lang Zhong only treated Xin San's wound once, and left without even prescribing medicine." ”

Zhang Zhen said: "Where was he injured?" ”

"In ......"

Before Zhao Lei finished speaking, Steward Zhao walked in from the outside, holding a porcelain bowl in each hand, and there was a strong smell of decoction when he came in with him.

Steward Zhao sent the steaming bowl to Zhao Lei's side and said, "Young master, the medicine has been boiled, drink it while it's hot." ”

Zhao Lei took it and just put it to his mouth, and immediately tilted his head to the side in disgust, and said with a bitter face: "Uncle Cai, this medicine is too hard to drink, I really can't drink it." ”

Steward Zhao coaxed and persuaded him: "Young master, bear with it, drink it, or you won't be able to sleep at night, you see that you can't eat and sleep well now, how can your body stand it if you go on like this." The old slave made you a bowl of honey water, you first pinched your nose and drank the medicine in one breath, and then drank a bowl of honey water immediately, it will not be so bitter. ”

Zhao Lei squinted at the medicine bowl, gritted his teeth for a while and made up his mind, picked up the bowl, closed his eyes and drank the whole bowl of medicine in one breath, then threw the bowl away, and retched on the table.

Steward Zhao was very distressed and sent the honey water up to feed Zhao Lei to drink, and Zhao Lei's face looked a lot better.

Zhang Zhenqi said: "I saw that my son was still refreshed a while ago, why did he suddenly become what he is now, what kind of illness did he have?" ”

Zhao Lei only shook his head and did not speak.

Steward Zhao said: "Our son-in-law has never been sick, but he has been frightened. ”

Zhang Zhen said: "Oh? What frightened you? ”

Steward Zhao sighed and said, "It's not a haunted thing. ”