The young prodigal son finished the last bite of noodles, paid the money, and walked out of the noodle stall without the slightest intention of communicating with Cang'er.

Cang'er was so strange, he was obviously greeting him just now, why didn't he leave without a sound?

Or Haishang saw the clue, and bowed his mouth at the back of the prodigal son, and said, "Brother Cang'er, is he waiting for us?" ”

The prodigal son stood at the mouth of the stall, with his back to them, motionless.

"Maybe." Cang Er replied confusedly.

The two of them ate good noodles and walked towards the prodigal son. The prodigal son noticed the footsteps behind him, did not look back, and said lightly: "Lead the way!" ”

Cang'er and Haisheng looked at each other: lead the way? Where to?

The prodigal son seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him, and said coldly: "Jingzhao Mansion Patrol Room." ”

Cang Er was stunned.

Haishang shouted, "Who are you?" Good guy or bad guy? Why take you to Jingzhao Mansion. ”

The prodigal son turned around, his face was as cold as iron, and the sea dress couldn't help but snort.

Cang'er saw clearly the bamboo-handled short knife pinned to the prodigal son's waist, and thought thoughtfully.

The prodigal son glanced at the two of them, with a look of sarcasm in his eyes, and the prodigal son did not want to look at them more, so he dropped a word: "Electricity." Then he turned his head and walked on his own.

Hearing the word "electricity", Cang'er smiled happily: there is no doubt that the prodigal son is the person of Jiang Tao, and the electric road card catcher is ordered by Jiang Tao, and this person is very likely to come over to form the electric road brand to catch fast. It is inconvenient for him to ask more, and to cooperate with the prodigal son.

Cang'er quickened his pace, the prodigal son stopped, and when Cang'er and Haishang walked forward, he followed with a blank face.

Cang'er "complained" in his heart that Jiang Tao was eccentric, only cared about his own electricity, and forgot about other people's wind, clouds, and thunder.

After the prodigal son and Cang'er entered the patrol house compound, he locked himself in the barracks of the original electric road brand and never came out.

※At night, the moon appears and disappears, and the light and shadow in the yard are dappled, which shrouds the patrol room with a layer of mystery.

Cang'er can't sleep at night, alone in the yard, alone in the dark. At this time, the old knife actually came to invite him to drink.

Cang'er touched his nose, a little surprised.

After a long lonely night, the old knife made a stove outside the morgue and put a pot of old wine, which was warm. It was too lonely to drink alone, so the old knife pulled the head catcher to accompany him.

Cang'er didn't go, but he seemed a little timid. Drinking a sip of warm old wine for a long night in loneliness is a good choice, Cang'er happily agreed.

Cang Er followed the old knife to the outside of the morgue. Outside the morgue, there are tables and bamboo chairs.

Wen Lao wine pays attention to the heat, the heat is moderate, and the wine temperature is pleasant, which not only maintains the purity of the wine, but also warms the stomach and spleen. Lao Hei took the tongs in his left hand and stirred the charcoal, and the charcoal was a little whitish, so he added some charcoal.

The old knife pointed to the old wine on the stove, and smiled honestly: "This is the rice wine of my hometown, which is called the fragrance of rice flowers." ”

Wine is enough, not to mention authentic rice wine, Cang'er suddenly came to the spirit.

The wine was fragrant, and the old knife lifted the wine jug and respectfully poured a glass of wine for Cang'er.

Cang'er took a sip, and the wine slowly slid down his throat to his abdomen, and a warm stream spread throughout his body.

"Wonderful, wonderful! It would be better if there were appetizers. "Cang'er is really greedy.

"Always catch heads, there are appetizers. Spiced beef jerky. The old knife grinned and took out an oily paper bag from his arms, "This is the private dish of Widow Liu's house in the courtyard next door." ”

The old knife couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, opened the oil paper bag, and a smell of meat came to his nose. The old knife let Cang'er taste it first. Cang'er was not polite, picked up a piece of beef jerky and stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly. The beef is sour and soft, fat but not greasy, and the food is soft and mellow.

The two big men chewed and drank, and talked heart-to-heart.

Someone came in the darkness with a song: "The wind blows the clothes of the guests, and the trees stir away from the flowers." The wine is exhausted, and the guests are drunk and I am sober"

The singing voice is melodious, singing Du Fu's "Drunken Song Xing", Cang'er is hospitable, and said loudly: "This singer, what is the strength of being awake alone, you might as well come over and drink together." ”

"You've been drinking all night, and you're not drunk?" The singer was surprised.

Cang'er clapped his hands and chanted: "Li Baidou has a hundred poems about wine, the restaurant in Chang'an City sleeps, the Son of Heaven can't get on the boat, and he claims to be a fairy in wine." ”

Lao Dao heard that this was Du Fu's "Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking", "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" was easy to understand and catchy, and won the joy of the people in cloth. The old knife was happy in his heart: the head catcher responded to the singer that he was "a wine fairy who couldn't get on the boat when the Son of Heaven called", and this cowhide was blown up.

The singer praised: "The poetry of our old Du family sounds enjoyable. He called Du Fu the old Du family, as if he was related to this poet saint.

Cang Er said: "Your surname is Du? ”

As soon as Cang'er said this, the old knife was surprised: "The head catcher doesn't recognize this person?" ”

The singer said aloud in the dark: "You always catch heads and don't recognize our Lao Du, and Lao Du is very interested in your always catching heads." ”

Cang'er beat: "I am happy to have friends from afar." You and I insist on drinking and talking, and if you don't get drunk, you won't return. ”

The old knife thought to himself: This person sneaks into the Jingzhao Mansion patrol room at night, and it is not distinguishable whether he is a friend or an enemy. Always catches the head but has no intention of taking precautions, and invites people to drink, is it because of the water in the head, or is it too much wine?

Cang'er bumped into the young prodigal son at the Abu noodle stall during the day, he and the prodigal son never knew each other, and the prodigal son took the initiative to greet him, indicating that he was the person of the peach, and came to fill the vacancy in the head of the electric road brand.

The vacancy of the electric road card head is filled, and the airborne landing of the wind, cloud and thunder card head is just around the corner. Cang'er believed that Jiang Tao would not let him wait too much. The person was found by Jiang Tao, and he had to wait patiently for the person who came to find him.

"Do you have to be drunk to drink?" Du Sanye asked a question.

Cang'er refused: "You don't want to get drunk together, go back quickly, so as not to sweep me away and wait for the wine." ”

Du Sanye smiled dryly: "Not wanting to get drunk doesn't mean not wanting to drink." ”

Cang'er sighed: "It's a pity that you said that you were a step late, and the wine was just enough for the two of us to drink, so I didn't want to invite you." ”

Du Sanye was angry: "Since there is no wine, why invite Lao Du and others to drink, are you happy to find a master?" ”

Cang'er didn't bother to pay attention to him, and drank all the wine in the bowl.

Du Sanye saw the pain in his flesh: "Hmph, it seems that the master has to take out the wine that the two of you drank down." ”

When you take out the wine you have drunk, how do you take it out of your stomach? The old knife found it interesting: the opponent is coming.

Cang'er Dao said leisurely: "Fortunately, you talk nonsense, don't do ghost things, or ......"

Du Sanye smiled strangely: "How else to ......."

Cang Er took a sip of wine and said calmly: "It will provoke the old knife next to me, if the old knife gets angry, it will be difficult to speak." ”

Du Sanye will be suspicious: "He is the devil?"

Cang'er said coldly: "The demon who specializes in killing ghosts."

Du Sanye's tone softened a little: "That's a little scared, fortunately, we are not ghosts, it is Du Sanye."

The old knife almost sprayed wine, but I didn't expect that the kung fu of always catching the head was also first-class.

Du Sanye was anxious: "Although my brain is stupid, I don't want to do stupid things, especially stupid things that are not cost-effective."

"Then come and drink with us." Cui Hu said that he was about to pour wine into his mouth again.

Du Sanye was anxious: "You must not pour it again, do you want to let Ye drink the northwest wind if you pour it out?" If you can't drink a sip of wine, you'd rather be a ghost. ”

Du Sanye couldn't stay in the dark anymore, stopped arguing, and ran out in a panic.

Du Sanye looks a little weird: his chubby body is as fat as a bucket in the room; The round face is as round as the bright moon of fifteen; faint eyebrows, as light as the clouds and smoke on the horizon; Small eyes, as small as stars hanging in the sky; Thick lips, as thick as moss on a windowsill.