You can see clearly when you go down to the bottom of the sinkhole, and the farmland is generally green and growing. There is a large compound built in the middle of the field, which is supposed to be the main body of the so-called mountain villa, but the strange thing is that there are small houses one by one on the edge of the pit wall, and there are people in and out of those rooms, and I don't know what they are busy with.

It won't be a granary.

From the edge of the pit to the bottom of the pit, the sun has risen to its highest. Although the two of them were already hungry and had a drum in their stomachs, they didn't have time to eat anything, just because as soon as they got down, one of them greeted them, and said with a strange smile: "I can hear it when I listen to the tune, it's really you, the eldest young master," he glanced at Su Musha again, showing a surprised and disgusted expression, "Why are you a woman too!" ”

The man was dressed in a short body, carrying a sword on his shoulder like a hoe, Su Mu looked at it, and felt that the person who came was a little familiar, and at a second glance, he recognized that it was one of the group of people hired by Dongfang Yi last time.

It's not clear what it's called, but everyone in Lingyun Villa is named after the part of the sword, and this one should be no exception.

Dongfang Yi nodded and said, "Both of us have a request, who is in the village?" Jianfeng is not there? ”

As he spoke, a few more people came around, but this time they were all faces they didn't know, and when they heard Dongfang Yi ask, "Jianfeng", they were somewhat surprised, but these killers have been trained all year round and have very good rules, so they only listened quietly, and no one spoke.

The person who came out first waved his hand and said, "He's not here," he glanced at Dongfang Yi and smiled crookedly, "The rules are all clear to the young master." For the sake of your last job, the happy face of the final payment, make an exception to give you a promotion, as for her," he turned to Su Musha, a sinister smile flashed in his eyes, and pointed at her and said, "Take it away!" ”

Su Musha was startled, and before he could answer, half of Dongfang Yi's body had stopped in front of him. Sharply: "Don't touch her!" ”

Yingke Yingfeng drew the hilt of his sword, and said slowly: "Young Master, the rules of Lingyun Villa are like this, the first person who comes to the door must torture and search his body first. Beware of fraud," he squinted at Su Mushu for a few moments, and continued, "Women are no exception. ”

"You are so rude, who will do business with you in the future?"

Su Musha was a little surprised by this rule. But he didn't panic, but asked coldly.

Dongfang Yi continued: "I'll guarantee her, there's no need to search and torture her, let's get straight to the point, let's go back in a hurry." ”

The greeter didn't answer for a while, as if he was weighing something, and after a while, he replied: "Since you are willing to bear the ......" He turned around and picked a killer who was watching, and said, "Jian Sui, take this girl to the number room to register and ask." ”

Su Musha glanced at Dongfang Yi. Seeing that he nodded to himself, he followed Jian Sui's leg hike in disbelief, leaving Dongfang Yi to continue to ask and answer questions with the welcoming guest:

"Jian Feng is not here, who is in charge of the village?"

"What's the problem? Of course, it's the owner. Why, do you want to register it too? ”

"I'd rather register directly with the owner of the night."

……

The direction of Jiansui is the huts on the side of the mountain wall, passing through the large courtyard and big house that he enters, only to see that the huge courtyard is surrounded by a black wall, and the inner ridge is vertical and horizontal, and he can't count how deep it is, only the front yard is very wide. Walking closer, you can clearly see the emerald green creeper climbing on the wall, and you can faintly hear the sound of chickens and dogs barking, a thick farm atmosphere.

This field. This yard, this dog, this chicken.

This mountain, this water, this tree, this flower.

The more Su Musha walked, the more he felt that this place was evil. It's obviously a bloody place that collects money from people and eliminates disasters with people, but it looks like such an idyllic farmhouse, and it's really uncomfortable to think about it.

"It's here, let's go inside."

The sword who led the way said suddenly.

Su Musha came back to his senses, and secretly felt a pang in his heart: I should always be vigilant in this place, why did I walk around the ridges and ridges, and then I came to my senses, evil door, really evil door.

They stopped in front of the first hut in the positive number, and Jian Feng slammed the door twice, then pushed it open, and said to the inside, "Hey, head stubble, register." ”

Although it was bright outside, the room was miserable, there was a table and two chairs in the room, the chairs were placed in front of and behind the table, and there were several booklets and four treasures of the study room piled up on the desk, and a teacup was placed at each end.

Behind the table sat a man dressed as a scribe, and behind him was a chest of drawers with an entire wall, and I don't know what it contained.

"Sit." Scribe Road.

Su Musha sat down as he said.

"Tea." The scribe pointed to the teacup on the table and gave way.

Su Musha picked up the teacup and only held it in the palm of his hand, the body of the cup was slightly hot, and it should not have been long since it was poured out of the pot.

"Say." When the scribe saw that she had no intention of eating tea, he waited no longer. He pulled out a slender piece of bamboo from the bottom of the case, grabbed the pen and dipped it in ink, obviously waiting for Su Musha to speak first.

Su Musha pinched the lid of the tea bowl, raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to ask Lingyun Villa to find someone." ”

When the scribe heard this, he took the booklet stacked on the table, opened it and examined it for a while, and then said, "There is an old precedent, but yes." ”

This scribe has repeatedly cherished words like gold, if it weren't for his appearance, Su Musha would really think that it was the worm sitting in front of him.

"According to the identity and the number of years of disappearance, the reserve price is ten gold." The scribe said, wrote the word "looking for people" on the bamboo slices, and then took out a few bamboo slices and beef tendons, and tied them into bamboo slips and handed them to Su Musha: "Write the name and place of origin of the person you are looking for and a qiē writable information on the bamboo slivers, and submit them to the people in the second room for filing, and after half an hour, go to the third room to get the quotation, if you pay the deposit, go to the fourth room, and tell you the time and place of the news." ”

"Is that a hassle?" Su Musha blurted out.

The scribe's hand paused, "This is the procedure for finding people," he looked up from the bookcase and grinned, "If it is a murder, it will be much simpler." "In the dim light, the row of teeth is particularly sharp.

Su Mushu was excited, and the teacup in his hand was gradually getting a little cold. She took the bamboo slips and the brush from the scribe's hand, and looked at the loose bamboo slips that were bundled, and she didn't know what to write first.

It wasn't until the ink on the tip of the pen had solidified a little that she put down the pen and wrote two words on the first piece of bamboo: bookworm.

After writing it, Su Musha suddenly realized that she didn't seem to be able to write anything except her name. How old is the worm, what is his origin, whether there are relatives in the family, whether he studied when he was young, and where he practiced martial arts.

She didn't know anything.

She knew that he was good at light skills, liked all kinds of paper, had excellent swordsmanship, and average riding skills.

I also know that he is full of things in the rivers and lakes, and he has a head of tricks, although he never asks or talks, but he never hides his selfishness when he asks, and he has an answer.

But which of these can be written?

In desperation, she had to reluctantly add: Xiaoxiao helps protect the law and divides intelligence.

She looked at the bamboo piece, looked at the ten words that were sparse on it, these ten words, in her eyes, were a kind of naked ridicule, mocking her for thinking she knew about bookworms, but she could only say this.

(The heroine's diary 88, July Wangqi and then make up, Lingyun Villa?) It's sneaky, it's boring) (To be continued.) )