Chapter 650: The Dressing Pavilion

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly felt a murderous aura. This murderous aura did not come from Shangguan Chunyu, but from behind Luo Xiaofeng.

A cold wind came from behind Luo Xiaofeng.

The soles of Luo Xiaofeng's feet slipped, and his body slid out like a fish.

In the darkness, a woman's screams suddenly came.

Luo Xiaofeng turned around, Shangguan Chunyu picked up the lantern, and both of them were stunned.

On the windowsill lay a man on his back, his throat torn and blood dripping down the windowsill.

The most terrifying thing is the man's face. It was a miserable white face, as if the blood on it had been drained long ago. The pale face, strangely distorted, looked as if he was smiling.

On the neck of the deceased, there was a pair of bright red bloody handprints.

The deceased was a man, about forty years old.

What Luo Xiaofeng heard just now was obviously a woman's terrible scream, but he didn't expect that it was a big man who died.

What's going on? Luo Xiaofeng was a little confused for a while.

In the house, I don't know when a big red lantern was hung.

Luo Xiaofeng swept in through the window.

A bright red lantern towered high on the beams of the room.

The silk eiderdown quilt on the bed, somebody folded it up, neatly placed on the head of the bed.

A strong smell of blood permeated the room, instantly filling the entire room.

Shangguan Chunyu also entered the house, he covered his mouth and nose as soon as he came in, and then he couldn't wait to rush out, squatting outside in the snow and vomiting.

Luo Xiaofeng carefully inspected the male corpse on the windowsill, and suddenly asked Shangguan Chunyu: "Chief Shangguan, do you know this person?"

Shangguan Chunyu's face was pale, he glanced at the male corpse on the windowsill, and frowned: "He is a husband in Fengjiazhuang, called ...... Jia Lao Liu, this husband is an honest person, I didn't expect to die here. ”

Luo Xiaofeng stared at Shangguan Chunyu's pale face and sneered: "Chief Manager Shangguan is originally a man with iron bones, but your performance just now is indeed a little disappointing. ”

Shangguan Chunyu's face turned even paler, he looked at the clear red handprint on Jia Laoliu's neck, and said in a trembling voice: "There is something...... Say it, I'm afraid that Luo Zhutou won't believe it......"

Luo Xiaofeng stared at Shangguan Chunyu's eyes and said in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Shangguan Chunyu's eyes flickered, he looked at the dark and dreary night, and said in a low voice: "There are ghosts in Fengjiazhuang...... A murderous female ghost ......"

Luo Xiaofeng slowly sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Shangguan Chunyu with a pair of eyes.

Shangguan Chunyu smiled bitterly: "I know that Luo Zhutou doesn't believe it...... But I swear to God...... I'm definitely not lying!"

Luo Xiaofeng didn't say he believed it, nor did he say he didn't believe it, he didn't speak for a while, just stared at Shangguan Chunyu's face with sharp eyes like a knife.

Shangguan Chunyu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and swore: "If I lie...... Five thunderstorms hit the sky...... Choked to death while eating...... Choked to death for drinking water......"

Luo Xiaofeng waved his hand at Shangguan Chunyu and sneered: "There is one thing that I have never understood. ”

Shangguan Chunyu glared and asked, "What's the matter?"

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly: "It's cold, it's cold, and it's snowy. In the middle of the night, the chief manager of Shangguan doesn't sleep, why is he carrying a lantern to wander around the village?"

Shangguan Chunyu frowned: "Is Luo Zhutou suspicious of me?"

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly: "I am the head catcher of the case, and when I encounter something I don't understand, I always want to ask for an understanding!"

Shangguan Chunyu sighed and said, "I am on the order of the sect master to pass a message to Luo Zhutou. ”

Luo Xiaofeng said, "What's the matter?"

Shangguan Chun said: "Tomorrow in the dressing pavilion, the sect master has something to discuss with you." ”

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "In the middle of the night, it's hard to be the head of Shangguan." ”

Shangguan Chunyu didn't seem to hear the ridicule in Luo Xiaofeng's words, he touched his wet hair and smiled: "It's a trivial matter, don't take Luo Zhutou to heart." ”

The next day.

Dressing kiosk.

The dressing pavilion is located on a hill in the south of Fengjiazhuang.

In Luo Xiaofeng's memory of his previous life, there was no such dressing pavilion at all, nor did he have this hill.

The hill was bare, without a single tree.

Under the heavy snow, there is a small pavilion on the top of the hill.

This pavilion is strange, made entirely of wood. The pavilion pillars made of raw lacquer, under the reflection of the snow light, exude a dazzling brilliance.

Luo Xiaofeng was standing at the entrance of the pavilion, and as soon as he looked up, he saw three big characters.

Dressing kiosk!

The pavilion was empty, and there was not half a figure in sight.

Luo Xiaofeng walked in and stood in the center of the pavilion.

The cold wind blew from the top of the mountain, cutting people's faces like knives.

At this moment, a cough suddenly came from behind him.

As soon as Luo Xiaofeng turned around, he saw Boss Tu's gloomy face.

The red mole the size of half a copper coin on Boss Tu's cheek looked shocking.

The blue-gray robe on Boss Tu's body was blown to the side of his body by the cold wind, and it looked like a flag fluttering in the wind.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at Boss Tu, he was thinking about a lot of things, but in front of Boss Tu, he always looked lazy and lazy.

Boss Tu looked at Luo Xiaofeng with a gloomy face. He was a man of few words, and today, he has even fewer words.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at Boss Tu and said with a smile: "The sect master invited me here, there is neither good wine nor good tea! The weather is cold, if the sect master has anything, hurry up and order!"

The expression on Boss Tu's face was complicated, and he frowned, looking preoccupied.

At the foot of the mountain, the sound of drums suddenly sounded. The drums are loud. The silent hill suddenly became lively.

The melancholy on Boss Tu's face, like the snow on the top of the mountain, met the scorching sun and was slowly melting.

Since coming to Fengjiazhuang, Luo Xiaofeng saw the smile on Boss Tu's face for the first time. It's not a sneer, it's not a fake, it's a heartfelt laugh.

The sound of drums is getting closer.

A group of flowery girls, holding musical instruments in their hands and carrying food boxes on their arms, floated into the pavilion like flowing clouds.

Although it is a cold winter, this class of girls is wearing spring clothes.

The thin and bright spring clothes completely outline the beautiful figures of the girls.

Luo Xiaofeng's stomach was screaming, because he could already smell the fragrance of the food.

In the center of the dressing pavilion, I don't know when, a large round table appeared, and a chair.

The meal was served, and there was even wine.

Although there is not much wine, only one jar, but it is a fine wine!

The mud seal of the wine jar has not yet been lifted, and you can smell the wine.

On the delicacies of the sea, rare delicacies, a table full of them. For the vast majority of dishes, Luo Xiaofeng couldn't even name them.

The plates for serving vegetables are all blue and white porcelain. The shape is beautiful, and the quality is even better.

Gourmet Beauty!

People are more beautiful!

The girls surrounded Luo Xiaofeng, smiling like flowers.

Boss Tu looked at Luo Xiaofeng, and suddenly said, "Luo Zhutou, please take a seat!"

In the dressing booth, there is only one table and only one chair.

Luo Xiaofeng smiled and sat down.

(End of chapter)