The tea ceremony was moved to the conference hall, and in any case, the flower tea party could not be dispersed halfway.

The fire was red again by the old black, and the spout of the pot began to swell out.

The morgue had changed his mind, and he readjusted his emotions, turning his brain into a basket, sifting through all the clues, scooping away the worthless gravel, and sinking down was the glittering gold.

Cang'er first thought of drunkards.

Reading between the lines of the drunkard's manual, it seems that the drunkard has experienced a painful experience that ordinary people can't endure, and only those who are depressed to the freezing point pin their hopes on the boundless carefree wine.

At that time, drunkards followed in the footsteps of the poet saint and visited famous mountains. Jiangnan Baiguo Valley has encountered a unique wine, called "will enter the wine", how heroic! Later, he was the helmsman of the East Branch of the Flying Money Gang, and he was in the limelight, although the Flying Money Gang was officially attacked, the drunkards with big families and big businesses would not have a misanthropic mood.

The drunkard's manual makes no mention of the ins and outs of the pain, and it is a mystery like his Chang'an brewing workshop.

Du Sanye brought back something from the drunkard's brewing workshop, which grew in the bamboo forest of the workshop, and was produced in a bamboo plant at the tip of Wuyan in Furong Mountain.

In order to keep it fresh, Du Sanye ordered Feng Er to cut off the upper part of the branches and leaves, leaving half of it and wrapped it in mud. Feng Er was afraid of crushing the bamboo halfway, so he specially put the bamboo into an empty wine jar, covered the can, handed over the wind seven for safekeeping, and brought it back to the patrol room.

Cang Er asked Feng Qi to take out the bamboo, and Feng Qi ran out of the door and came in with a wine can.

Feng Qi held his breath and opened the lid of the can, and everyone looked at him with blank eyes.

Feng Qi stared at the jar in his hand in a daze, his face full of astonishment.

"Hell it! The jar is empty. Feng Qi's voice was as thin as a gossamer, sliding through everyone's ears and wrapping around the houses.

There was a dead silence in the council hall.

With a "choking", the sound of knives sounded in the seats, breaking the silence before the storm, and an arc of light lit up the hall.

It's not lightning, it's Feng Er who pulls out his saber and sticks it on the table, and the way he expresses it is a bit extreme, and the message he conveys is understood by everyone here: it was he who put the bamboo in the wine jar, and if he made trouble, he might as well cut off his hand.

Feng Qi took out a piece of paper from the wine jar, which was densely filled with words, the font was stretched and smooth, and the strokes were vigorous and powerful, it seemed that it was not a hasty pen.

The good bamboo turned into a piece of paper, and this sudden change caught the people present off guard.

The morgue is frozen with five zombies, could it be that the drunkard ghost quietly stole the bamboo and played a trick of dropping the bag?

Cang'er's eyebrow line was twisted into a strand of rope.

Feng Qi said: "Life is a traveler, death is a man; Smile and send off, wake up a spring dream, where is the worry? The wine is empty, and the water is restored; At the end of the song and dance, Luo Qi died together for a while, what is sorrow? ”

These few words are the best commentary on the drunkard's carefree wine.

Water can be used as wine, and ink can certainly be used as wine, and the ink is deep in the aroma of wine, which can be said to be a veritable carefree wine. If this poem is written by a ghost, it is a ghost who has realized everything. If it was done by the drunkard's spirit, it means that the drunkard forgave the murderer.

Are there really ghosts in the world? Of course, the crowd doesn't believe it, and some people are confusing the public.

The camellia will bloom for a whole afternoon, it is almost dusk, see if it is not early, Cang'er let everyone go back to rest, summarize the ideas, in the dead of night, it is also the time when a person is the calmest and most inspired.

Haisheng, who walked out of the tea banquet, grabbed the sleeve of the flat shoulder and asked: "The tea master of the Golden Bud Tea House looks like a happy door swordsman, why didn't Brother Cang'er send us to arrest him?" ”

Bian Dan squinted at the tea ceremony, and said softly: "There are already a group of brothers working for us." ”

"What brothers?" Haishang was surprised.

Bian Dan said slowly: "The electric track is fast, and the catch is fast." ”

※ People are loose and cool, Cang'er has no palm lamp, and is alone in the dark.

Tonight is another long night, and the ghosts of the night are around, what kind of shocking drama will be staged?

There was still fire in the stove, and the fire flickered one after another, reflecting the solemn face of Cang'er. Cang'er's thoughts fluctuated, and the number of people who beat the idea of flying money to help the relics was far more serious than he imagined.

As early as the night party Jiang Tao, he and Jiang Tao basically reached a conclusion on the death of the four ghosts, this flower tea party is to exercise the thinking ability of his subordinates, so that the fledgling young people can learn to analyze comprehensively.

Footsteps sounded, and someone came in in the dark, it was an old knife.

The old knife came back with a pot of wine, and Cang Er touched his nose, a little surprised.

"It's all ready-made anyway, there's a fire in the stove, so why not warm the wine?" As he spoke, the old knife took the tongs and dialed the charcoal, the charcoal was a little white, he added some charcoal, and put the old wine on it.

The old knife smiled honestly and said: "It's still an authentic hometown wine, fragrant with rice flowers." ”

This is the second time that the old knife invited the head catcher to drink, the old knife is a person who eats diligently and faithfully with his true skills, and the old knife contributed a big meal: the tattoo pattern on the four ghosts,

Cang'er suddenly came to the spirit, maybe another big meal will be launched, and then it will be profitable.

The wine was fragrant, Cang Er got up and grabbed the wine jug in front of the old knife, first poured a glass of warm wine for the old knife, and then filled it for himself, he sincerely toasted the old knife with a glass of wine.

The old knife put down the wine and said leisurely: "It's terrible." ”

Cang'er asked, "Is there anything about the displacement of the red thread?"

The old knife shook his head.

Cui Hu stared at him: "Empty jars of ink? ”

The old knife showed a frightened gaze: "It's more terrifying than this!" ”

Cang Er waited for the old knife to continue.

The look of fear in the old knife's eyes was even worse, and he smacked his lips and couldn't say a word for a while. Even the old knife who is not afraid of the sky and the earth does not dare to speak, which shows the degree of fear.

Cang'er filled Lao Dao with a glass of warm wine, Lao Dao drank it all, and under the effect of the wine, Lao Dao made up his mind and said: "They are alive, and the four corpses in the house have come back to life." ”

The old knife drank wine to strengthen his courage.

Cang'er was stunned: "You mean the four ghosts?"

The old knife wiped his mouth and said, "They ran away." ”