[The book continues from the above, the last book said that after Mu Qingming and Mo Han talked for a long time, he went to the courtyard to return the bronze mirror of the coffin lid of the red jade and handed it to his disciple Zhang Xiaosheng, asking him to find time to return to his original position. And the daughter of the big silk merchant in the city also accidentally got an ancient bronze mirror, and she couldn't put it down under the play in the boudoir. But after a sudden scream, Miss Yang disappeared from the room with the doors and windows closed, without a trace. Zhao Liang, who was anxious, found Mu Qingming, and urgently needed Mu Qingming to help him find Miss Yang, and after asking the reason, Mu Qingming groaned for a long time and put forward some requirements and conditions to Zhao Liang. 】

The night was dark, and it was quiet at the foot of Yuantong Mountain.

In the provincial police department, Zhao Liang fell asleep on the desk in his office, in addition to the ashtray full of cigarette butts, there was a lunch box with leftovers from a few days ago.

A stream of rancid smell emanated from the lunch box that had not yet been packed. Zhao Liang didn't care.

He didn't go back to the dormitory after eating at Mu Qingming's house, he came to the office to sit for a while, and looked at the newspapers and documents sent by his subordinates when he went out, so he suddenly felt sleepy, and simply lay on the table and squinted for a while.

The recent calm and calm have made Zhao Liang often feel idle.

When people have nothing to do, they are prone to sleepiness. Zhao Liang has been like this these days, sleepiness strikes at every turn, and he always feels like he will never be able to sleep.

In addition, he was promoted, and Zhao Liang didn't need to do many things himself, so he was a lot more bored when he was free.

After a while, there was a thunderous snoring in his office.

Zhao Liang, who said that he had been squinting for a while, quickly fell asleep, and slept very soundly, almost to the point where he couldn't move.

Suddenly, the door of Zhao Liang's office was pushed open from the outside.

The wind from opening the door, and the slamming sound when the door hit the wall, woke up Zhao Liang, who was sleeping on the table.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he saw his subordinate, a young policeman, hurrying to the table.

The little policeman was sweating with sweat on his forehead and eyes.

"What's wrong?" After Zhao Liang finished asking, he yawned long. He did not realize that a troublesome and very urgent matter was about to be reported to him; And he didn't really care.

"The daughter of the rich man Yang of the silk merchant is gone?" The little policeman was not as calm and relaxed as Zhao Liang, he didn't have time to wipe his sweat, and he didn't even breathe, so he hurriedly said: "The Yang family has come to report the case." ”。

"It's gone, the family members of their family will look for it themselves." Zhao Liang was still not in a hurry, took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, slowly took a match and struck it, and lit the cigarette butt.

After the cigarette butt was lit, he shook his hand, extinguished the match, swallowed the clouds and smoked it, looked at the little policeman with an anxious face, and said: "Usually the common people lose their children, and I haven't seen you so anxious." A silk merchant's child is just gone, and it seems that you are as anxious as if you had lost your daughter-in-law. ”。

As he spoke, Zhao Liang's disdainful gaze passed through the clouds and fell on the little policeman's face, and the anxiety between his facial features was clear at a glance.

The little policeman was speechless when Zhao Liang asked; Indeed, it is a fact and a habit that they also divide people into three, six, nine, and so on. After thinking about it, the little policeman said slowly and cautiously: "But if you find Miss Yang, the brothers can make some extra money, right?" Master Yang's business of so many silk and tailor shops will not treat us badly. ”。

Zhao Liang hated it from the bottom of his heart, and now he was rubbing his hands and laughing at the little policeman.

Just after thinking about it, the other party was right. There is no point in surviving in this world if you don't have enough to eat. Sometimes snobbery is not entirely the fault of these cops.

Besides, these rich and powerful people always feel that they are on top, and they also brought them up first, and they can't blame their own subordinates.

Zhao Liang, who spit out strings of smoke rings, stood up after stretching lazily, snorted the cigarette obliquely, and said slightly vaguely: "Go, look at it, where did his baby daughter go." Then, he walked around his desk and walked slowly out the door......

The wind is beautiful, and it's a bright day.

The warm sun made the child in Mo Han's arms sitting on the patio of the yard feel comfortable. The child with a tiger head hat, his eyes narrowed into two crescents, curled up slightly, enjoying the comfort of the sun flowing on his body.

The corpse baby Hanquan came over with a rattle, wanting to hand it to the little brother to play with.

Unexpectedly, Mu Yunle in Mo Han's arms only glanced at it a few times before withdrawing his gaze. Fiddling with his short, round fingers, he had a lot of fun.

Mo Han smiled, took out a free hand, and gently touched the slightly crooked little brain of Hanquan a few times.

Han Quan looked at Mu Yunle and frowned slightly. It was as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he turned and walked away, heading toward the inverted room.

After a while, the cold spring who came out of it was no longer a rattle, but a little Buhu in his hand. The clean cloth tiger has a huge head, a long tail, and a majestic shape. The whole body is painted with tabby, and the word "king" is decorated on the top of the head, which is cute and cute. It's just a bit long, and even the cold spring has to be held with both hands.

This time, when he stood in front of Mo Han again, Mu Yunle in Mo Han's arms immediately laughed when he looked at Bu Laohu.

He seemed to like the colorful tiger very much, and reached out and gently stroked the huge head of the tiger. And Hanquan was also very willing to hand the cloth tiger to Mu Yunle.

But Mu Yunle's little hands could only touch this cloth tiger, and he couldn't hold this cloth tiger that was almost the same size as Mu Yunle.

Mu Qingming, who was in the main room, took a sip of the tea in the teapot in his hand, raised his eyes to look at everything in the courtyard outside the open gate, and said nothing.

The subtle friendship between the two children was very interesting to Mu Qingming.

"Did you hear what I said?" Zhao Liang, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, asked urgently after seeing Mu Qingming, who was calm, without speaking.

Zhao Liang, who was staring at Mu Qingming, had anxiety and uneasiness on his face. His hands were on the table, and his fists were clenched. The clenched palms were full of hot sweat, and the fingers were wet.

"yes, I heard you." Mu Qingming lifted the teapot, took another sip of tea, continued to look at everything outside the house, and said unhurriedly: "According to the information you asked from the Yang family's maid, it was an octagonal rhombic bronze mirror. It must be a long time ago. ”。

"The bronze mirror is gone, and Miss Yang is gone, it's so abnormal that I came to you." Zhao Liang, who nodded, said urgently.

"If the bronze mirror is there, but Miss disappears from the room with the doors and windows closed, hell along." Mu Qingming, who put down the teapot, turned and played with the wrench of the emerald green color on his finger, the carved emperor Jun Feitian, and the pattern of the twenty-eight stars on his body, still calm and relaxed, and said unhurriedly: "Obviously, there is something in the bronze mirror." ”。

"What's that?" Zhao Liang asked, and couldn't help but look left and right. He always felt that after Mu Qingming said this, his spine was cold, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

With his understanding of Mu Qingming, the people he dealt with were all demons and monsters, strange things. Therefore, Zhao Liang expected that the thing Mu Qingming said was definitely not a good thing.

"Mirror Demon." Mu Qingming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled faintly. There are all kinds of signs that nine times out of ten it is a mirror demon.

This kind of little monster doesn't need him to do anything at all, and naturally he won't put it in his eyes. The smile on the corner of his mouth was full of disdain.

"What's that?" Zhao Liang asked.

"Have you ever scolded a woman for being ugly?" Mu Qingming glanced at Zhao Liang and asked.

Zhao Liang forgot his fear and curiosity for a while, and after thinking about it seriously, he nodded and said, "Once, I saw a woman who was too ugly, and then I ......."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and there was a little guilt in his eyes. It seems that I am ashamed of such an insulting behavior.

"The person you scolded might have a grudge over it. You may feel that you have hurt them, or you may feel that you are not beautiful enough, so you are scolded. Then these grievances will gather and huddle. When they come together and get stronger, there is no need to worry about natural dissipation. Mu Qingming raised the teapot again and said leisurely: "And the only thing that can make this kind of resentment gather is a mirror." They will find a mirror to live in, and then after a long time, they will turn into a youkai that can only be trapped in the mirror. Because of this, they are very jealous, and often follow the merchants around, and are constantly transferred to the hands of beautiful women, and then the mirror demons will attack these women. First drag them into the world in the mirror, and then let the mirror disappear into a place where no one can find it, and slowly digest the life of the beautiful woman who was dragged into the mirror. Seven hundred and forty-nine days later, the woman died in the world in the mirror, and over time, the world in the mirror was full of bones. ”。

After speaking, Mu Qingming took a sip of tea, but Zhao Liang, who was not far away, gasped.

"You should be glad that you are not a woman, and the mirror demon will not be interested in you." Immediately afterwards, Mu Qingming, who put down the teapot, turned his head to Zhao Liang and said, "Second, you still have more than forty days, and you can meet Miss Yang, which is very abundant." ”。

"Hey, can you not say cool things?" Zhao Liang glared at Mu Qingming, who was smiling, frowned and shouted, "I don't even know where the mirror is now, where can I find it?" ”。

Mu Qing smiled without saying a word, and continued to look outside the house, in the patio where a cool breeze was blowing, the fallen leaves on the ground were flying up.

"Help me once." Zhao Liang's pleading gaze then fell on Mu Qingming's face: "Find Miss Yang, what kind of mirror demon is it that ruined this." ”。

"Yes." Mu Qingming didn't think much about it, and immediately nodded and agreed.

"But I have two conditions." Before Zhao Liang could be pleased, he danced with his hands, stared at Mu Qingming in front of him, and said, "If you don't agree, I won't help you." ”。

"You say." Zhao Liang nodded again and again.

"First, let go of the two Miss Yang's maids. I don't care what means you use, I must let them go after Master Yang. Moreover, compensate for the cost of the soup and medicine, and let the two maids heal. Mu Qingming took a leisurely sip of tea, and said unhurriedly: "They are not murderers, and Old Man Yang has no right to whip them." Tell Old Man Yang that if he doesn't let go of these two maids, or continue to whip them, or don't compensate for the cost of the soup and medicine, his daughter won't want to come back. But you can't tell the mirror demon about it. ”。

Zhao Liang's surprised gaze burst out from his slowly widening eyes. Between the facial features on his face, a look of embarrassment soon appeared.

Even if he is a policeman, it is impossible to meddle in the girl that others paid for.

Did Zhao Liang agree to Mu Qingming's conditions? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.