The old town even had a street lit up all night, and the eerie hustle and bustle was very different from where he was.

He rolled his gaze and looked downstairs.

In the distance, the sound of the zither floated, tactfully and low as in the ears, with the slanting wind and drizzle, with the soft night, with the figure of Yingying echoing in the ancient town.

It was a graceful woman, wearing a plum blossom-dotted straight-bone silk umbrella, wearing a long red pleated dress, and the red plum embroidered with gold thread flowed with the sparkle of slow and graceful steps. She wore her long black hair, her face half-covered by an umbrella, and her chin was as smooth as jade, and her lips were unusually pale.

She walked alone through the streets of this silent rainy night, beautiful, but strangely beautiful.

The sound of the guzheng suddenly became sonorous and powerful, rapid and messy, and it made people's breathing chaotic.

Xia Yanguo closed his eyes, and said something in his mouth, cutting off the troublesome Zheng sound. Opening his eyes again, his right hand slipped into his coat pocket, grabbed the iron ruler inside, looked down at the woman, and called, "You." ”

The woman stopped, moved the umbrella slightly, raised her pale face and heard the sound, the pair of apricot eyes were clear and pure, but there was a breath of death, she was a little surprised, and opened her mouth slightly.

Xia Yanguo stared at her eyes, his gaze passed through her eyes like a sharp sword, his right hand in his pocket was loose and tight, tight and loose, and finally he exhaled, and his right hand was pulled out and put on the edge of the window.

"Let's go."

The woman smiled at him, her eyes rippling with a touch of smoke, her lips opened, and she silently spat out a few words, and then walked gracefully into the depths of the alley.

The sound of the clear zither resounded in his ears again, disturbing him.

Did he make the wrong decision?

Anyway, she herself said: See you tomorrow.

When it's time to say goodbye, it's not too late to deal with her again.

He looked into the distance, where there was a black mist that was about to move. He's late, he's already seeing blood tonight.

Xia Yan slept until the evening before walking down the stairs with his burden, and saw a few small workers chatting together, and stopped talking when he saw him, his eyes wandered and he was busy with the work in hand.

He raised an eyebrow, walked to the front desk and asked a shopkeeper, "Is there a temple around here?" ”

"Temple?" The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "No, no! Guest, are you here to play? I recommend going to Changhua Old Street......"

"No need." Xia Yanguo interrupted him, "Give me a map of the whole town, you need to be detailed." ”

The shopkeeper glanced at him a little puzzled, and saw that his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, he actually felt furious in his heart, and didn't dare to ask more, so he leaned down and rummaged through the cabinets to find it, and said in his heart: How can anyone come out to play and look at the map in these years?

Xia Yanguo waited patiently, and after getting the map, he thanked him in a low voice and walked out of the hotel.

He walked slowly, listening intently.

Behind him came a muffled voice.

"I saw it when I went back yesterday, that man...... Tsk, there's a hole in my heart! I haven't slept well all night, and I'm scared just thinking about it. ”

"These are all men, you have such fine skin and tender flesh, you have to be careful, hehe."

"Be quiet, be quiet, let the guests hear that if you leave, beware of the boss breaking your legs!"

"Hmph, who's afraid of him......"

Xia Yanguo's lips pursed into a line, looked at the gray sky with a heavy expression, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

There will be rain tonight.

Although many people come here to see the hazy beauty of the drizzle, the rain in these months is tireless, the ground emits the sweltering steam after the rain, and even during the day, the sky is overcast like evening.

Xia Yanguo bought baked white potatoes in the downtown area, sat on a damp stone bench on the side of the road and looked at the map, silently noting down important routes in his heart.

He looked up and looked around, walked up to the elderly man who sold baked white potatoes, and asked, "Uncle, how many murders have happened recently?" ”

The old man's skin and flesh were loose, so thin that it seemed that only a skeleton remained, his eye sockets were deep, and a pair of cloudy eyes looked at him with a smile, and said: "Since a month ago, and yesterday is the fourth time, every time it happened on that Tianshui Street." ”

Xia Yanguo looked at the old man's eyes in front of him, and a trace of weirdness was born in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old man said with some concern: "This matter has been spread all over the town for a long time, young man, I advise you to leave early." With that, he pushed the cart of roasted white potatoes and left with a little staggering.

Xia Yanguo stood in place, still staring at the figure of the old man, and his eyes fell on those feet...... It wasn't until the old man disappeared around the corner that he looked away and walked towards Tianshui Street.

By the time he walked to Tianshui Street, it was getting late, and the sky was drizzling again. Because of the recent murders, many shops closed early. And Tianshui Street sings every night, which is the beginning of the lanterns.

This is the most prosperous street in this ancient town, and people are playing freely in the lights and wine, and getting lost in the joy of spirits, which seems extremely out of place in this quiet, peaceful, quaint town.

The rain gradually became heavier and the temperature cooled a little, Xia Yanguo walked under the eaves, hid himself in the dark, and quietly observed Tianshui Street.

"You're here." A gentle female voice rang out.

Xia Yanguo raised his eyes and looked at the woman in the red dress with a straight-bone silk umbrella in front of him, his eyes became dark and deep, and he said in a deep voice: "You're not afraid of me? ”

"You're just a little catcher, what's so scary?" The woman smiled, her apricot eyes were slightly curved, and her face was even more beautiful, "By the way, I heard that you guys are not good people, right?" ”

Hearing her words, Xia Yanguo couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

In the Great Song Dynasty, the capture of fast is usually counted as a category of "servants", which belongs to the lowest status, not a civil servant, but can only be called a "public person", a "temporary worker" who works in the government, or a "supernumerary civil servant". "Arrest, the official service of arresting bandits; Quick hand, the official service of the thief is also captured. "Kuaishou is a combination of "arrest" and "kuaishou", which is responsible for arresting criminals, summoning defendants and witnesses, and investigating criminal evidence. You don't have to go through a strict exam to become a fast catcher, as long as you are sharp and have a good brain, you can be a fast catcher, from an illiterate farmer to a gangster with a criminal record, you can do it, so the quality of catching fast is not high on the whole. Shen Kuo said, "The officials of the world are impermanent, and they only make a living by receiving money." "Because there is no fixed salary for fast hunting, for this reason, these people take advantage of the convenience of arrest and even do evil, so many of them have a worse reputation than thieves.