On the morning of the second day of the fifth month, Jingguang Mansion patrolled the house.

Cang'er received a message from Du Sanye: Jiu Xiaoyue, the head of the Mobei Ma Gang, and his three Ma Han escorted a set of old-fashioned rosewood furniture out of Chang'an.

This set of furniture is a bit shabby, and the Mobei Horse Gang protects it like a baby, and does not dare to take it lightly. Jiu Xiaoyue was even more attentive to one of the big boxes, and she didn't leave it, which made Du Sanye have an extra heart, and hid in the dark to count the types of furniture, including screens, chairs, tables, cabinets, and boxes.

Horse gangs, gang leaders, boxes? These words are like thunder.

"Millennium Caravan!" Cang's brain suddenly opened up.

Before traveling to the Tang Dynasty, Cang'er and Qingyin had been searching for the traces of the horse gang that was active in the Taodu Ridge area more than a thousand years ago.

Find the exact location of the Lover's Hill of Rhomsan Mountain.

The stone carving of the cliff of the widow Lumo in Taodu Ridge records the story of a wife who chased and killed her husband for ten years, and the ending of the story is related to this thousand-year-old horse gang. On a moonlit night, the leader of the Ma Gang led a team to escort a mysterious box, but was frantically intercepted and killed in Taoduling Old Street and Lover's Gang.

There is no doubt that the Mobei Horse Gang is the thousand-year-old horse gang. The terrible thing is that the Ma Gang's trip to Taodu Ridge is destined to kill one person, and it is very likely that it is the chief gang leader Jiu Xiaoyue himself.

Cang'er was once again in a dilemma: first, he sent someone to catch up with the Mobei Ma Gang and told Jiu Xiaoyue that this trip was full of dangers and could not escape the disaster of blood and light. Second, there is no need to change the historical fate of Jiuxiaoyue. again

He doesn't need to interfere in the grievances and grievances outside the jurisdiction, but the truth cannot be known. Cang'er sent Lei 1 and Lei 2 to set off quickly, rushed to Taodu Ridge before Jiuxiao Yue, and acted at the opportunity.

A series of homicides occurred in the capital, and the Lei Dao brand was already short of fast manpower, and this time Lei 1 and Lei 2 went out to perform official duties, and the Lei Dao brand manpower was even more stretched. Cang'er immediately dispatched the Cloud Dao card to catch the fast cloud eight and cloud nine to fill the vacancy of the thunder road card.

※On the second night of the first month of May, the streets were deserted and pitch black, and the fire at Abu's noodle stall was flashing brightly.

Abu was guarding the noodle stall, and in the distance, Du Sanye was staring at Abu's every move.

The fire became more and more intense, and the boiling water in the pot became shallower and shallower, and Abu was afraid of burning through the iron pot, so he quickly added some water to the iron pot.

The noodle stall couldn't be more ordinary, and it couldn't be more ordinary. Du Sanye pondered in his heart: "Could it be that I saw the wrong person?" ”

Du Sanye immediately denied what he had just thought, and firmly believed in his vision: Abu is Abu in disguise, not the real Abu.

※On the first day of the fifth month, at the same time, a tragic homicide occurred in a cul-de-sac not far from the noodle stall. Shen Shanren was stabbed twenty times, each knife was full of Lei Ting's anger, each knife went deep into the bone marrow, and the corpse was even more miserable.

After the on-site investigation, Du Sanye did not return to the patrol compound with the team, but stayed and continued to lurk in the streets and alleys to collect intelligence.

At the corner of the street, Abu's noodle stall was still there, and Du Sanye was very relieved, just eating a bowl of hot noodles.

When Abu held a steaming bowl of hand-made noodles in front of him, Du Sanye froze, as if he saw the sun coming out in the west.

Abu's face was very different from her age. Others see Abu as just a teenage girl, but Du Sanye sees Abu as a dwarf, a dwarf who is nearly forty years old.

Abu's simple face is as delicate as a flower, and his watery eyes are innocent.

Du Sanye thought of the dead-end murder scene, his "yin and yang water" failed, how to clean the pretense on Shen Shanren's face, Shen Shanren is still Shen Shanren, and he has not become a drunkard.

The only explanation that makes sense is that Shen Shanren has had a knife on his face and has had a facelift. Abu is no exception!

After Du Sanye finished eating noodles, he disappeared into the night with an arrow step.

※On the second day of the fifth month, the night is deeper.

The wind channel sign catches the fast wind and hides in a dark corner opposite the stall, watching the movement of the stall intently. The cool breeze swished into his collar, cold as ice. Feng Yi couldn't help but shudder. He took out the kettle from his body and poured a sip of soju, and a stream of heat instantly burst from his throat and penetrated his limbs.

"Thanks to the third master's pot of wine." Feng Yi was grateful.

Feng Yi took over from Du Sanye and continued to monitor Abu's noodle stall.

The flame of the oil lamp at the noodle stall is gradually shrinking and is about to be extinguished. Abu put out the fire and staggered home.

The wind must have calmed down, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the noodle stall.

The rooster crowed, and the confetti of leaves flew on the road. The noodle stalls are still the same. Feng couldn't stop fighting, he was really a little sleepy. Quickly took another sip of soju to dispel the drowsiness that came to me.

"Trembling ......" A slight footstep caused Feng Yi to be alert: Abu is back at the noodle stall?

Kazeichi saw a monster, a monster that was completely gray. The monster has strange legs and walks quietly.

Here comes the ghost.

The more frightened the color on Fengyi's face, the more he didn't dare to take a breath, his right hand involuntarily stretched out to the waist knife, the knife was there! , Feng Yi is no longer afraid.

The white monster jumped into the noodle stall. After a while, there was a sound of tinkling pots and pans from the noodle stall, what is this ghost going to do?

The knife in the wind hand slowly unsheathed.

Something unexpected happened, and the stove of the noodle stall burst into flames, which grew bigger and bigger, and turned into a flame. Then I heard the sound of pouring water into the pot.

Feng Yi was surprised, does this ghost want to make a fire and cook noodles to eat? Could it be that he is a starving ghost in the underworld? I don't know if he eats or eats.

Feng Yi touched the pot in his arms with his left hand, and drank to strengthen his courage.

As soon as the wine falls, the wind moves like an ape and a rabbit is as fast as the wind. The wind swept into the stall, and a knife staggered brightly around the monster's neck.

The monster let out a terrible scream, which sounded particularly harsh in the middle of the night, and it turned out that the ghost was also afraid of knives and hunts.

As soon as the monster's scream fell, a white linen cloth fell from its body, revealing a frightened white face. A jaw-dropping human face.

It turned out that this ghost was dressed as a human.

Under the light of the knife, this person's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Tell me honestly, why are you pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night?" The wind drank angrily.

The man pointed to the knife resting on his neck, which was only a few grains of rice from his throat, and it was impossible for anyone to speak properly.

By the fire, the man saw clearly that the knife on his neck was a waist knife for catching fast, and he breathed a sigh of relief and told the truth.

It turned out that he was the reporter of the dead-end homicide, a fruit seller. In the first half of the night, he was frightened and did not eat a bowl of noodles. After going back on an empty stomach, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I got up and prepared to go to the street to find something to eat. It was cold outside, so he draped out the white coarse cloth that covered his body. When there was dirty water on the road, the vendor was afraid of getting the only piece of cloth wet, so he jumped on tiptoe and walked.

The wind has nothing to hide. Just now he was ambushed in the dark, and when he saw the hawker's topsy, he really thought it was a ghost.

Since he is the informant, it is not unreasonable to speak, and it is not him who is guarding, Feng Yi thought about it and wanted him to go back. Before leaving, he told the vendor to quickly extinguish the fire.

The peddler sighed; "It seems that this bowl of noodles can't be eaten again." Turn off the fire and leave.

As soon as the hawker's figure disappeared, a cloud of light smoke rose from under the table, and a faint fragrance floated in the air.

Fengyi returned to his original position and hidden.

The sky was white. The outline of the noodle stall slowly became clear in the morning light, and the wind gradually became heavy in his eyelids, and he secretly screamed that it was not good, and tried his best to support his eyes, but his eyes drooped more and more, and finally he couldn't support it......

Half an hour later, Du Sanye couldn't rest assured and came to visit the class.

Du Sanye walked back and forth along the street a few times, but he didn't see Feng Yi, Du Sanye wondered: Where is Feng Yi ambushed?

Du Sanye expanded the scope to search, and saw a black shadow ten zhang in front of him, so he tiptoed over, and when he saw that it was Fengyi, Du Sanye was horrified.

As soon as the wind was unconscious, Du Sanye was nervous, tried the wind and took a nose, the breath was always there, and a stone fell to the ground in Du Sanye's heart. Although he didn't know what happened to Feng Yi in a coma, he believed that Feng Yi had been plotted.

Ambushing the enemy's plan, Du Sanye didn't dare to be careless, he settled Fengyi and secretly approached the noodle stall.

Du Sanye lay in ambush at the noodle stall, in the most unexpected place: the water tank.

There was still a lot of water in the tank, and most of Du Sanye's body was immersed in cold water, and the air conditioning was pressing, and his teeth were so cold that his teeth rattled.

A fog rose up in the street, which soon enveloped the entire noodle stall.

There was a sound of carriages and horses at the entrance of the street, and near the noodle stall, there were a few "hoots", the carriages and horses stopped, and Du Sanye heard more than one carriage in the water tank.

"Come down, come down." Under the urging of a deep and deep voice, the people in the carriage came down one after another, and the wheezing sound was heavy and light, and there were women.

Du Sanye didn't dare to take a mouthful.

The noodle stall was chattering for a while, and there was a clanging sound from time to time.

"Be quiet, be quiet, and remember not to leave anything behind." The girl's voice, Abu finally appeared.

Abu wanted to remove the stall, but he didn't know what his intentions were. Du Sanye in the water tank was shivering from the cold, thinking about whether to come out or not.

There was a lot of footsteps, and Abu said, "I can't fit it." ”

A man asked, "Aunt Abu, what about a big water tank over there?" Anyway, it can't be installed, so it's better to smash the water tank with a smashing piece. ”

Abu looks like a girl, but some people call her aunt, Du Sanye guessed correctly.

Abu whispered a few words, two men walked over, and Du Sanye was nervous: Did they come over and smash the water tank?

"There is water in the tank, and my aunt said to pour out the water first."

Hearing the pouring of water, Du Sanye had an idea.

Two people gathered around, and one counted: "One, two, three." Counting down the "three", the two of them worked together in unison, knocked down the water tank, the tank water poured up, Du Sanye rolled out of the noodle stall.

The fog was boundless, covering Du Sanye.

An old man gently lifted the water tank and buckled it upside down on the carriage, and a group of people got into the carriage one after another.

Du Sanye didn't think much about it, took out a personal dagger, and hurriedly carved a mark on the ground.

The old man waved his horsewhip, the wheels rolled, and Du Sanye followed with the charm.