The ghost soldiers are coming

In the fifth year of Taihe, October Jiashen, it was nearly noon.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Shanhefang Zhongqu.

"Please come with me......" The bearded man in front of Zhang Yijun repeated again, this time with a hint of command in his words.

This person was born with a chestnut face, I don't know which clan he was from, and he said with some curly voices at the end of his words, which made people involuntarily think of those Hu merchants who often entrenched in the West City.

"Foot?" Zhang Yijun said suspiciously, the change in the attitude of the shopkeeper had alerted him.

"It doesn't matter who so-and-so is," the bearded man said in a deep voice, "but so-and-so or Zhizun drove the investigation ...... the inside story."

The inside story?

Zhang Yijun was shocked, this bearded man had been sitting at the adjacent table, could it be that he had heard something from his vague conversation with the shopkeeper?

"What's going on?"

"It's not appropriate to talk about it in detail here," the bearded man once again crossed his hand to Zhang Yijun, and said earnestly: "I hope that you will go ......with a certain person as soon as possible."

Zhang Yijun thought for a moment, although he was unwilling to give up any clue at the moment, but this sudden change made him full of doubts, and he couldn't help but wonder if this would be a trap?

The bearded man seemed to see Zhang Yijun's doubts, he looked around for a moment, then leaned over to him slightly, and only whispered a word in his mouth, which made Zhang Yijun stand up suddenly.

Meanwhile.

Chang'an County, Beiqu, West City.

From the window came the bell and drum sound of the West City Bureau, three links before and after, and noon had arrived.

Xuanji knew that the next two or three hours were the best time to do business, and the shouting and shouting in the West Market became more and more boiling.

This noise came into the room, so that Xuanji suddenly realized that this place is by no means a place to stay for a long time, if someone comes to this private room for a banquet, she will be bumped into by someone, and then the corpse is on the side, and her words are unfounded, and the Hu people who passed by do not know what they look like, and they will only be detained as the most suspected.

Xuanji hurriedly got up, took away the handkerchief, rubbed her fingers inside and outside to wipe away the blood splashed on the tulle, and after making sure that there was no other blood stains on her body, she quickly walked out of the room and walked down the stairs.

Xuanji walked in a hurry, went down to the corner of the stairs, didn't notice the figure on the other side, and collided with a person. The man didn't seem to be defenseless, just hit on the throat by the brim of Xuanji's hat, and subconsciously grabbed the handrail so as not to fall down the stairs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Xuanji finished apologizing and was about to help, but she fixed her eyes and saw that this person was actually the noisy hexagram from the other side.

Why is this guy again?!

An Shouyue held on to the wall with one hand, leaned over, stroked his neck and coughed several times, adjusting his breathing for a long time before waving his hand and saying that it was okay.

Xuanji was entangled in her heart, she was afraid that she would be entangled by this guy again, but she was even more worried that this person would see that bloody scene if she went up, so she couldn't get out of anything she said. And Xuanji's hesitation, An Shouyue had also eased up, he raised his eyes and looked at the other party, and his brown eyebrows were raised unnoticed.

"Huh?" An Shouyue seemed to recognize that this was the "childe" who was sitting in the corner just now, and couldn't help but say with half doubt and half surprise: "Why did the son run to this upstairs?" ”

Xuanji regretted it, she should have run downstairs immediately when she bumped into this guy, and went straight out of the wine shop, which was more safe, and said that this matter had nothing to do with him, and wanted to go down the stairs sideways after speaking.

An Shouyue blocked Xuanji's way with his body, and slightly crossed his hand to Xuanji: "An Moushi thought about it for a while, and felt that it was really not easy to meet Gongzi Pingshui, just a hexagram and a penny, I don't know what Gongzi ......wants."

Xuanji couldn't cry or laugh in her heart, she just refused so simply, why is this guy still talking about this, he is not serious, right? Xuanji was about to interrupt, but An Shouyue stopped talking first, and looked at the steps behind Xuanji, and his face changed.

Xuanji followed his gaze and looked behind him, and his heart sank.

On the steps behind Xuanji, there were clear bloody shoe prints, showing a deep dark red in the dim light of the candle. She walked in a hurry, only checking that there was no blood on her body and on her hat, but she completely forgot that the soles of her shoes were still stained with blood, and she walked all the way down the steps, naturally leaving clues all the way.

An Shouyue's right eyebrow was raised, his face was a little panicked, and he subconsciously retreated from the steps of his legs, and asked in a slightly lowered voice, "...... What's—What is this? Bloodstain? ”

Xuanji hurriedly said, "It's not blood!" ”

"You killed someone?"

"It's not!" Xuanji hurriedly denied it, but as soon as she said it, she realized that her answer was tantamount to admitting that it was bloodstains, and that this hexagram who was not skilled in art was still talking to herself.

An Shouyue's face changed several times, he gasped, and muttered: "It seems that someone is really dead......

"I'll tell you, I didn't kill people!"

"Why emphasize that you didn't kill it?"

"Isn't it because you asked me?!"

Xuanji said in a hurry, she panicked for a moment, and her body involuntarily took a step back. Who knew that this hexagram thought that the other party was retreating, so he took a step forward, and his two index fingers pointed at his brown eyes, and his triumphant voice sounded very exaggerated: "An has never forgotten people's faces since he was a child, and it has never been wrong to recognize people. ”

Xuanji almost wanted to punch him, saying that he was the one with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he was the one who said that he was the murderer, why is this guy so thick-skinned?

"Then why don't you tell me, if I am a murderer, why am I still entangled with you here? If I am a murderer, how dare you guarantee your safety? ”

An Shouyue was stunned when he was asked, his eyes narrowed, and he hesitated for a while: "It's not Gongzi, who will it be?" ”

After An Shouyue's nonsense, Xuanji's slightly confused thinking became clear, and the suspect should be Hu Ren from the perspective of clothing and body smell, although Hu people are all over Beiqu in Xishi, but once they are out of Beiqu, they are very easy to identify. And the boasting of this An's promise made Xuanji suddenly have an idea in his mind, although it is immature, but it is worth a try.

"You said you're always in the West Market?"

An Shouyue nodded.

"You don't remember how people look?"

"Of course, this is not just talk......

Xuanji interrupted him and said, "Do you know all the people who come here often?" ”

"That's nature."

"Don't you want to tell a fortune?" Xuanji immediately took out a string of copper coins from the money bag on his waist, and said to An Shouyu: "I know the appearance of the murderer, if you are willing to help me, it is yours......"

Just one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Time is running out, the ghost soldiers are coming......"

The bearded man's whisper still lingered in Zhang Yijun's ear.

Zhang Yijun took the "Sa Yuqi" and followed behind the burly man. The two followed the flow of people and went straight to the Cross Street, but unlike the Nanqu Zheng Zhu Mansion that Zhang Yijun had to go to before, they went straight to the east, crossed the Cross Street and turned left and right. The bearded man finally led Zhang Yijun into a sparsely populated alley.

The alley was very narrow at first, and Zhang Yijun had to tie the "Sa Yuqi" to the wooden railing near the entrance of the alley first.

The alley then became a little wider, but it was winding and deep, with sewage flowing sideways on the ground, and some rather simple wooden shacks were closely arranged on both sides, connected by black pressure, and the debris and garbage in some places along the way almost blocked the alley.

Zhang Yijun remembers that there were drainage ditches on both sides of the main road in Shanheli, and these ditches seemed to lead into this low-lying alley, and then flow into the waterway outside the fangwai. Therefore, the sewage in this alley is cross-flowing, and you can smell a lot of odor when you walk.

The man seemed to be familiar with the road, and whenever he encountered a fork in the road, he did not hesitate. Every time Zhang Yijun thought that the alley was coming to an end, the bearded man turned his foot away and entered a new alley, and gradually the road gradually extended downward, so that Zhang Yi couldn't help but suspect that they had entered a dry canal somewhere.

Zhang Yijun wondered in his heart, feeling that he was really gambling with this person, but this person was able to say the word "ghost soldier", indicating that he was determined to be an insider, and this person's steady steps showed that he had already made a plan, and it was definitely not a temporary idea. An idea in Zhang Yijun's heart was faintly formed: Could it be that in addition to himself, there are other forces that are also investigating this case?

The bearded men finally reached a low portico where the top of their heads was barely obscured by wooden slats, and Zhang Yijun felt as if he had entered the underground of Chang'an City.

The bearded man pulled out a bunch of keys and opened the iron lock on the door.

The porch was then pushed open, and it was already dark outside, but it looked even darker inside. The bearded man took out a fire fold and skillfully lit it, he asked Zhang Yijun to wait outside the door for a moment, and then he went into the depths of the porch alone, and his burly figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

When the bearded man just walked into the porch, Zhang Yijun vaguely saw a wooden screen standing not far from the door, carved on it, like a huge eagle falcon with wings, and the position of the eagle falcon's head was replaced by a monk with one palm spread out and a ring in the other.

Zhang Yijun suddenly felt in his heart, isn't this the tattoo on the inside of the bearded man's right forearm?