The two of them both sighed, Cheng Jiao returned the sword to the sheath, opened the curtains in front and back, the sun shone in, and the gloomy and oppressive feeling immediately disappeared. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Uncle Hua saw Zhang Bao'er coming up, he nodded at him and walked out.

Zhang Bao'er walked over and said, "If you hadn't lowered the curtains and the light in the building was dim, I wouldn't have thought him was you." ”

Cheng Jiao said lightly: "I'm not a lonely ghost, what are you doing with the curtains in broad daylight?" ”

Zhang Bao'er was stunned, and said suspiciously: "If it's not you, it can only be him, is it really a ghost who can't see the light?" ”

Thinking of that disgusting face, Zhang Baoer still had palpitations.

"The person he wants to kill is me, but you broke in first, and you made you suffer for me."

Cheng Jiao said unapologetically, soaked a towel in a basin of water, and handed it to Zhang Bao'er, "Wipe the wound clean, I'll find some Jinchuang medicine and help you put it on." ”

Zhang Bao'er was in deep thought, ignoring her words.

Cheng Jiao sighed, put the towel on his shoulder, and said, "I think it's better to forget it, this case is already full of weirdness, and if we continue to investigate, I'm afraid that we will both encounter accidents." ”

Zhang Bao'er's pupils contracted, she took a deep breath, and said firmly: "Whether it's a human or a ghost, I can't let him continue to harm people, and now I have to take care of it." ”

Cheng Jiao's eyelashes flickered, and she didn't know what to think, so she said faintly: "You are not Zhong Kui." ”

Zhang Baoer said with a smile: "Ghosts are afraid of wicked people, I may not be as good as Zhong Kui." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Baoer held out a wreath like magic and put it on Cheng Jiao's head.

Cheng Jiao's eyes flashed with joy, and she raised her face obediently, a string of pale white flowers covered her forehead, and her beautiful face suddenly became strange and extraordinary. The laurel tree planted next to her boudoir shows how much she loves this flower.

Zhang Baoer saw that she was shy and pretty, as if she was drunk and awake, delicate and incomprehensible, she couldn't help but feel a flutter, held her soft little hand, and praised: "It's so fragrant!" ”

Cheng Jiao was taken aback, pulled her hand and threw her hand towards Zhang Bao'er, and said angrily: "You...... Do not think that you can be inferior to me by suffering for me. ”

Zhang Bao'er was prepared this time, and dodged with a smile: "Okay, let's clear the two." Now let's talk about serious things, what is the result of your meeting with Cui Wenli? ”

Cheng Jiao calmed down her chaotic mind and said: "I am looking for you precisely for this, Princess Changning was killed, Xiao Cheng was suspected of dereliction of duty, so the Hou Mansion did not arrange a thick burial, but the body was returned to his family and brought back to his hometown." ”

Zhang Baoer was greatly deflated when she heard this, and thought about wanting to perform an autopsy for Xiao Cheng again, which was already difficult, but fortunately, Xiao Cheng was killed mysteriously, as well as the four jailers of Jingzhao Yin Mansion, so she had to ask Zhou Xian, so that none of them would be buried in Chang'an City, right?

Thinking of this, Zhang Baoer comforted her and said, "It's okay, I'll think of another way, I'll work hard for you." ”

Cheng Jiao seemed to want to say something, but she stopped talking, until Zhang Baoer stepped on the stairs, she finally couldn't help it, and said loudly: "You be more careful, when you sleep at night, remember to latch the door." ”

Zhang Bao'er looked back and smiled: "I know, you also take care of yourself." ”

The drunken spring pavilion under the twilight is splendid, the girls and the guys are busy with their own things, no different from usual, they don't know Zhang Bao'er's thrilling encounter today, and they don't know that behind the prosperity, the undercurrent is surging, this place full of laughter is quietly falling into a terrible nightmare.

Zhang Baoer had dinner, went back to the room to rest, pushed open the door, but saw Uncle Hua waiting for him.

"Uncle, what's going on today?" Uncle Hua asked with concern.

Zhang Baoer recounted the encounter.

Out of consideration for Zhang Baoer's safety, Uncle Hua said staggeringly: "People are easy to mess with, but ghosts are not easy to mess with, why don't you call the island owner and let him protect my uncle secretly?" ”

Zhang Bao'er pondered for a long time and muttered: "If that guy is a murderer today, his disguise skills should be very clever, especially powerful, he can imitate a woman's voice." Also, someone once saw Pei Feng wandering, Cui Wenli had closer contact with her, and they all said that her dress, and even the ornaments she was wearing, were exactly the same as Pei Feng when she was buried, could it be that the murderer had entered the Qianling Tomb and stole these things? ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Bao'er paused, raised her head sharply and said, "Uncle Hua, it seems that we have to enter the imperial mausoleum!" ”

Uncle Hua was taken aback: "Uncle, what are you doing in the imperial mausoleum?" ”

Zhang Baoer said: "Of course I'm looking for clues, is it going to hide and seek?" ”

The moon goes from the treetops to the middle of the sky, and the drunken spring pavilion goes from lively to deserted, only the chirping cicadas of that summer night are still noisy. Zhang Bao'er, who was asleep, looked serene, and temporarily bid farewell to the troubles and calculations of the world, he did not know that a danger was quietly approaching.

It was a man in black with a sharp blade, barely making a sound from the moment he flicked the latch to the moment he stood in front of the bed. Glancing at Zhang Bao'er, who was snoring like thunder, he showed a gloomy smile on his face, slowly raised his knife, and slashed down.

Unexpectedly, a hand suddenly stretched out on the side and held his wrist holding the knife, no need to ask if it was Uncle Hua.

The man in black panicked and slashed back at Uncle Hua. Uncle Hua turned his head sideways to avoid it, his right hand pressed the blade of the knife, and his left hand struck him the shoulder. The man in black snorted, so he had to abandon the knife, kicked his feet on the ground, slid more than a foot away, and turned over on the windowsill.

Uncle Hua was willing to let him get away, he pounced, grabbed his legs, and wanted to pull him down. As soon as the man in black leaned over, he suddenly let out a wail like a beast, turned his head, opened his mouth and bit Uncle Hua's neck.

Uncle Hua was shocked, and hurriedly reached out to grab his throat, stretching out his arms, so that he couldn't get close. The man in black was like crazy, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, his teeth were clenched, and he couldn't wait to swallow Uncle Hua alive. Uncle Hua was just about to repress, but he saw that the man in black had a weak neck and suffocated to death.

Uncle Hua threw his body on the ground and wiped his cold sweat.

Zhang Bao'er had already woken up, he walked over and looked at the corpse's face in shock, and was shocked to find that there were two more red blood spots on his forehead.

Uncle Hua rushed to the window, raised his eyes and looked around, the garden was quiet, and there was not even a ghost, so he had to return in a huff.

Zhang Baoer touched the man in black, but there was nothing. He pondered for a long time, and his mind suddenly moved, and he remembered something. So, he asked Uncle Hua to follow him with the body of the man in black, walked quickly to Cheng Jiao's attic, picked up a stone, and hit the window with a "pop".

Not long after, the window opened, Cheng Jiao looked around, and saw that Zhang Baoer was doing the trick, so she said with a cold face: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

Zhang Bao'er smiled: "Yes, so I came to you for treatment." ”

Cheng Jiaoliu's eyebrows straightened, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of a corpse on the ground, and couldn't help but be surprised, and ran down and opened the door. She stood in front of the door sleepily in her bedgown, like a small flower blooming on a summer night.