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The night is deep, the people are quiet, the birds are perched, and the clouds cover the moon. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The small courtyard finally quieted down and fell asleep, occasionally whispering, light and heavy, high and low, intermittent.

A dark shadow flashed on the roof and disappeared.

It was a huge cat, a huge black cat.

Inside the house, a small oil lamp was still working hard to exert its residual heat, and it looked like it was weak, blinking and blinking.

And when he had eaten and drunk enough, and was satisfied, he fell into a deep sleep, and his breathing was even.

The dim light yellowed the walls, and a figure was reflected on them, distorted, long, and completely out of proportion.

Li Shantong sat cross-legged on the sturdy big bed, with his heart turned to the sky, and he had become accustomed to it for many years.

The eyes are slightly closed, as if sleeping but not sleeping, as if waking up but not awake.

He was waiting, waiting for something big to happen, something big that was going to happen tonight, something he knew, it was going to come.

Finally, it's here!

A shadow passed by the window, silent, the kind of silence that only those who care can perceive.

"It's coming!"

He told himself in his heart, turned his head, and looked, and the child was still asleep, deep asleep, breathing still the same and even.

"If you should come, you will definitely come, and you can't hide if you want to!"

He told himself in his heart that composure was the most important thing, and at this moment, this situation.

Sit cross-legged, with your heart facing the sky, as if you are asleep, as if you are awake but not awake, and continue.

Waiting, there is no other way but to wait or wait.

The result of the waiting was that what should have come did not seem to come, and it seemed that there was no time to come, and it did not come all night, except for the dark shadow that passed by the window.

Inside the house, the weak oil lamp is finally full of merit, turning into a wisp of smoke, rising gracefully, if there is no worldly smell of sesame oil, it is really a bit of a feather into a fairy artistic conception, more or less a little.

Dongfang Xiwei.

"It's still here!"

Li Shantong opened his eyes suddenly, jumped off the sturdy big bed, walked quickly to the window, and listened carefully.

A smell of death, from far to near, from light to heavy, from vague to heavy.

Perhaps, he has already smelled this smell, and is just waiting for the opportunity.

"Master, is something wrong?"

Obviously, Yelu Yixin was also awakened, maybe he should have gotten up in the morning, and came over with a little barefoot.

"Shhh

The teacher made a silent motion, and the student obediently stuck out his tongue, stopped speaking, and didn't even dare to breathe.

After listening for a while, I tiptoed back to the room, dressed neatly, packed up, put on the back that should be carried, picked up what should be taken, and ready to go at any time!

This is not a kind of fear of students for teachers, but a tacit cooperation between teachers and apprentices.

"There's an accident in the front yard, it's dead! Let's go, go out and have a look! ”

"Ahh Got it! ”

The two masters and apprentices, one in front of the other, walked out of the door quickly and ran straight to the front yard.

This little courtyard house is gone.

In the small backyard, the same as death.

Only one cat was alarmed, a huge black cat sleeping in a flower pond, four small white hooves, and a pointed white tail when you looked closely.

He looked up, shrunk into a ball again, fell asleep sweetly, and gently snorted pleasantly, as if all these disputes in the world had nothing to do with him.

It was still dark in that big private room, but in the eyes of the master and apprentice, it was like daytime.

Because here is the smell they are most familiar with, the smell of death, the smell of corpses.

There were eight men sitting around the big dining table, old and young, fat and thin, tall and short.

It's just that they, now, all, are dead!

The eight men who had become corpses, some crooked in chairs, some lying on the table, and some lying on the ground, very peaceful, even smiling, without pain or hideousness, without the slightest hint of it.

Li Shantong moved his gaze from the corpses little by little to the big dining table.

Ten ...... dishes, and a flask!

The dish was not finished, and the wine was drunk.

"Sure enough!"

He secretly let out an "oh" in his heart.

Of course, Yelu Yixin's main concern was the young man who was as thin as a stick.

Where did he go?

Look for it, it should be here!

"So you're here, haha!"

The boy cheered.

The little fellow, who was as thin as a stick, was lying on his back under the big dining table, with only one foot exposed, and was pillowed by the cook.

The shopkeeper also died, and his fat body overwhelmed the chair, leaning straight against the chair's legs, stiffening.

Yelu Yixin stood very calmly to the side, carefully observing his master's every move, including every subtle expression and gesture.

The master led the way into the door, and the practice was personal, and he understood, now.

It was only now that he thought that this master should be called "master".

"Master, these people were all poisoned."

"That's right! How do you see that? ”

"Because there are no injuries, and there is no pain, they die quickly."

"Where does the poison come from?"

"In the wine."

"Yes, more accurately, in a flask."

The Master raised his head, nodded approvingly, and lowered his head again, carefully observing the dead corpses on the ground, not wanting to miss a single detail, as if he was looking at a rare work of art.

The boy stood dumbfounded for a moment, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and he turned to leave the scene of the crime.

"Be careful, be careful, be careful!"

Behind him came Master's voice, still flat, low, and powerful, but with a hint of encouragement mixed in.

He understands what he's going to do, and that's what he knows.

He was relieved of him, he knew that this little apprentice of his was no longer a closed person, he was no longer an ordinary person, and there were masters who helped him in secret, and he could always turn evil into good fortune.

A lot of times, it's very stupid to worry about it.

"Got it!"

Yelu Yixin readily agreed, but he didn't dare to be sloppy in the slightest, trying not to let any part of his body touch anything around him, even the slightest collision was very dangerous.

Yelu Yixin is also looking for useful clues, and the smallest discoveries are also very useful for the master, and they cannot be missed.

In the front yard of the inn was a row of adobe houses, with their backs to the north and south, and unlike the nearby houses, the roofs were covered with small green tiles, and the windows were opened larger and covered with white paper lattices.

There are six rooms in total, five large and one small, with corridors connecting them.

The small one, at the far westernmost end, was a warehouse.

When I walked in and took a look, there were piles of miscellaneous things, and a cobweb, which had been broken for a long time, was hanging from a corner of the roof.

Next to the warehouse is the shopkeeper's bedroom, which belongs to the kind that idlers are exempt from.

It is quite clean and tidy, the quilt and mattress are spread on the kang head, and there is a purple-red kang cabinet on the kang tip, and the door is opened, and the copper work is very fine.

When I opened the door, there was a small locked box, square, very sturdy, and a copper handle on the lid, which looked like a safe in a thousand years.

Take it out, it's heavy.

What's in this little box?