Weiyang Pavilion, the largest Qinglou tavern in Tianyu Town, not far from the closed city, the crisp and bright footsteps echo in the town that has not yet woken up, and most of the people in the Qinglou will not see the morning sun.

The earliest to close the city in the government, Lao Zhang and an old mother in the building waited side by side at the door, and saw the closure of the city in a poor dress and admiring the official knife from a distance, the old mother slipped faster than Lao Zhang with a pair of legs, and hurried up to meet and bowed, "Ho, my lord, you have worked hard this morning."

It's obvious that there was a murder, and the smile on his face is as if he was afraid of the lockdown. When the city was closed, he felt a smell of inferior fat powder blowing down the wind, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a face full of wrinkles almost touching him, and the residual sleepiness in his mind was suddenly gone.

Looking up at Lao Zhang's smiling again, he knew that he had just experienced it, and he was waiting to see how the lockdown would be dealt with.

Knowing it in his heart, the face of the lockdown became stiff, turned sideways, and asked Lao Zhang, "How is it, the situation is understood?" The old mother jumped into the air, and one foot in the air was unable to advance or retreat, and she was embarrassed in vain.

Lao Zhang didn't hear the closure of the city's questioning, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he heard the closure of the city cough, and immediately smiled as soon as his hand shook, "Master, you say." ”

Seeing that he was pretending to be well-behaved and clever, and then seeing that the old mother was almost a fart and was about to be pasted up, he sighed in his heart, feeling that his apprentice was going to change his career one day, and maybe he could eat here.

The two walked in side by side, the old mother followed behind and was a little shorter, listening to Lao Zhang's report, "The deceased is the son of the Mu family's study in the south of the city, called Mu Chu, who is not yet sixteen, yesterday ...... Ahem...... What kind of smell is this, why is it so rushed!"

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the strong smell of wine, and the lockdown had never contaminated these places on weekdays, and I was suddenly smoked by the smell of wine mixed with fat powder, and I still felt that the people in the hall were in a trance with a headache, not to mention that the apprentice Lao Zhang was still a half-old child, and he was already choked and his face was red and speechless.

"The Mu family's study? is it the one founded by the old man Mu? Isn't his family a scholarly family, and the family style is rigorous?......" Thinking that the old mother was still following, the closure of the city stuck the second half of the sentence, and only showed with his eyes, meaning why his son-in-law still came to such a place of immorality.

Lao Zhang coughed for a long time and relieved himself, and replied, "Yes, yes, it's his family, after the death of the old man in his family, he and the blind old lady are left, and the study is not open much." His mother came to Yamen in the middle of the night last night, saying that it was not normal for her son to go back in the middle of the night, we asked a few words, and asked where he might have gone, and his mother said that he had gotten along with a girl in the building for half a year, and he didn't listen to how he beat and scolded, and he was afraid that he would stay here......"

The two of them said and turned upstairs, Lao Zhang said carefully and didn't pay attention to the empty wine jar under his feet, and when he stepped down, the jar rolled all the way down the stairs to the end, and the last step also turned over a few times, and finally smashed on the pillar with a "snap". An angry roar immediately came from the upstairs room, "What's the matter?

Feng Cheng was stunned, turned his head and asked Lao Zhang sharply, "What's the matter?"

Lao Zhang's face turned red and white for a while, and he didn't spit out a word after opening his mouth for a long time.

The old lady behind her finally caught the empty mouth, and reminded in a suppressed voice, "Don't you know, my lord, so early, the girl and the guests are still asleep." ”

The old mother still looks like a cat with such a smiling face, but the closure feels that she is smiling a little more ambiguously, and she doesn't know how to answer for a while, so she feels annoyed, and kicks the door of the room where the accident happened when she kicks it open.

This is a room in the corner of the second floor, the wine is very strong, the red gauze luan tent, the dressing table gouache, one should be the furnishings of the daughter's boudoir, there is a girl sitting on her knees next to the dressing table against the wall, her body trembles slightly, her face is down, and she can't see her expression in the closed city, probably the owner of the room.

Looking at the transparency of the room on all sides, only the curtains on the side of the bed are tightly caged, and we know that this person died on the bed nine times out of ten. stretched out his hand and was about to lift the curtain when Lao Zhang called "Master" behind him, his voice was timid.

In fact, it's no wonder that he was afraid, the daughter of the grain merchant in Dongcheng, the guy in the blacksmith shop in Xicheng, the mother-in-law hanging from the tree, the gangster thrown in the water, every previous corpse was started from behind, cut to the end along the position of the shoulder blades on both sides, and the bones of the whole body were drained clean.

The closure of the city was originally bold, but Lao Zhang retreated like this, and suddenly remembered the bloody face of the old man in the dream, and his heart panicked, and his strength had been exhausted.

The red veil was lifted layer by layer, and the lockdown felt like his brain exploded, and he suspected that he hadn't woken up at all—there really wasn't a whole body on the bed, but it wasn't soft mud, it was just a human skin that was about to lose its shape.