[The book continues from the above, the last book said that when Mu Qingming rested and handed over the overall situation to Mo Han to preside, Zhang Xiaosheng showed his skills, using his previous skills as a tomb robber, sniffed out the smell of metal from the dead air, and concluded that the dead air was very likely to come from the hairpin in the tomb. The medium known to Changshengdao acted again, locked on to the next target, and blew a fishy wind, heading straight for the old man who had sold the little girl. The old man died violently in his home, and he was still scared to death. The next day, Zhao Liang visited Shala Lane again to urge Mu Qingming and them to help him solve the case. Mu Qingming proposed that Zhao Liang take Miaotian and Zhang Xiaosheng to the morgue of the Provincial Police Department at night to sniff the few people who were scared to death. 】

The moonlight is like water, overwhelming. The city lit up slightly.

In the old man's house, darkness filled the whole house. There was an enchantment that kept the cold moonlight out of the house.

He looked back and saw nothing, but the sound was so pervasive that it made him panic and panic.

At this moment, the old man, who turned back and planned to continue drinking, felt that something was slowly crawling and itching on his hairy face.

Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed something like a thread wriggling around his face.

At this moment, the moonlight finally shone through the open door. Along with the moonlight entered the house, there was pungent blood and a cool night breeze.

It's a tingling on the scalp.

The old man could see clearly in the bright moonlight, and what he was holding in his hand was not a silk thread, but a strand of long, black and silky hair.

He was even more frightened, even more panicked.

but he cried out in fear.

I just looked up and looked over my head with my long hair, and saw a pale face lying on the beam above my head.

In the darkness above, this face was exceptionally clear, pale as wax and delicate as facial features.

There was only a patch of black in a pair of big watery eyes, without the slightest white.

When the old man saw it, his mouth opened wide in fright.

The eldest can't make a sound out of his mouth.

The old man recognized the face from above, and it was the same one that was looking at him.

Although there were some changes, the old man still recognized it. His round, bloodshot eyes showed a look of fear and panic.

This is also the last way he left in the world.

The long hair that hung down quickly strangled the old man who could not speak, and could not move his hands and feet, like a rope, and was lifted up by the long hair that wrapped around his neck, and soon it was three feet above the ground.

Outside the house, a heavy white cloud drifted by, obscuring the bright moon. Between heaven and earth, it dimmed at this moment.

After a long time, the white clouds drifted away, and when the moonlight reappeared, the old man in the house had fallen to the ground, lying on the ground with his eyes and mouth open.

The heart in his shriveled chest no longer beats, and the only thing that confirmed his death at this time was the moonlight and the night wind.

The face on the beams in the room was gone, and the long hair was gone, like the night breeze that came and went freely, leaving quietly and disappearing without a trace......

The next day, a drizzle flew for a while in the early morning.

But in less than half an hour, it was a good weather after the rain and the sky was clear.

After breakfast, Mu Qingming accompanied his son to play with Hanquan for a while, and then went to supervise and guide the cultivation of Zhang Xiaosheng, Jiaoyun and Long Gu and other disciples, and then sat on the rocking chair under the tree in the courtyard again.

After the disciples finished their practice, they went to take his godson Hanquan and his own son Mu Yunle to play.

The two children also liked to play with Mu Qingming's disciples, which saved Mu Qingming and Mo Han a lot of heart.

Mu Qingming sat down, and Mo Han brought him the hot goat's milk.

It was bought from a farmer's house outside the city. In those days, milk was rare, and goat's milk was not easy to get.

This is still Han Mu, who got it for Mu Qingming from Guandu.

A good person is rewarded with a good reward; At the beginning, Mu Qingming took Han Damao's mother and son, but now that he is like this, the Han family did not say that he would ignore it.

I heard that in order to make this bowl of fresh goat's milk, Han's mother went out of the city yesterday and returned at sunset. finally begged for a small bucket, and was reluctant to keep it for his son to drink, so he sent it to the Mu family.

"Let Miaole send the rest to the Han family in a while." Mu Qingming looked at his wife, who was blowing hot goat's milk for him, and said, "I'll just taste it, there's no need to drink it all in a bucket." Just leave a small bowl for our son and the cold spring. Give the rest to Da Mao to drink. ”。

"Explain, Miao Le will finish his practice homework in a while, and then go." Mo Han said, scooping the goat milk in a spoon and blowing through the mouth of her husband.

Mu Qingming had an injury under his ribs, and Mo Han just took the opportunity to "be courteous".

"It's a little bit of a." Mu Qingming, who drank a small spoonful, frowned and waved his hand, signaling that he would not drink.

Mo Han didn't say much, and put the bowl on the stone table on the side.

"Goat's milk is like this, when I was a little fox, I used to go down the mountain to steal goat's milk. Seeing whose sheep had given birth to their cubs, they went down the mountain to hide in the sheepfold and grabbed milk from the lambs. Mo Han smiled, recalling the time when she hadn't cultivated yet.

Mu Qingming listened attentively, and didn't ask until she finished speaking: "That old sheep didn't take the horns to hit you?" ”。

"How can it?" A hint of pride flashed in Mo Han's eyes, and he pretended to lower his voice mysteriously, and said, "I dare to go down the mountain to steal eggs in the village, when I was milking a goat, I already knew how to use foxes." ”。

Then, she blinked her left eye at her husband, her eyelashes fluttered, and with that action, it was very playful.

"You weren't made into a scarf, it's your shit luck." Mu Qingming smiled and looked at the door.

Only then did he move his gaze, and he said, "Zhao Liang, this grandson, came over in a hurry in the morning." ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Mo Han had forgotten his displeasure with Zhao Liang yesterday, got up and went to open the door, and sure enough, it was Zhao Liang.

"Sister-in-law." After a simple greeting and salute, Zhao Liang walked straight in and walked straight towards Mu Qingming.

It's like being in your own home.

Mu Qingming raised his head and looked through the gaps in the new green branches and leaves above his head at the clear sky above his head.

"Lang Lang Qiankun." Mu Qingming suddenly sighed, as if he was talking about Zhao Liang again. But this sentence is clueless, and Zhao Liang can't understand it.

Just looked up with Mu Qingming and looked up along the patio.

"yes, it's a great day." Then, Zhao Liang also sighed.

Mu Qingming lowered his head and said, "Lang Lang Qiankun, what do you owe me for your wages?" ”。

As he spoke, Mu Qingming stretched out his hand as it should be.

Zhao Liang also lowered his head, smiled awkwardly, and said, "It's not that I won't give it to you, it's that I'm fighting now, and my salary is not paid on time." If you wait for me for two days, wait for me for two days, and if you don't send it to you, I'll pay for it out of my own pocket. ”。

"Huh." Mu Qingming smiled faintly, retracted his hand without saying a word, and said, "After talking to you, I didn't mean to urge you, just remember to give it to me." ”。

Zhao Liang took off the police hat on his head and used it as a fan, took it in his hand and nodded and said, "It must be." This time, I will definitely make up for you with two months' wages. ”。

Then, he sat down on the stone bench not far from Mu Qingming's side.

Mo Han, who closed the courtyard door, walked over, and without saying a word, took the goat's milk and went upstairs to the east house to find her two sons.

Before she left, Zhao Liang asked again: "Brother Mu, I'm still here for that case." You know, this old bustard has reported the case, and I can't help but break it. ”。

"That's really not a man-made case." Mu Qingming closed his eyes slightly, leaned back on the back of the chair, and shook the rocking chair under the seat leisurely, very leisurely.

Last night, the Suolong people carefully checked the results of the dead qi, and at the dinner table this morning, they had already reported to Mu Qingming. Although he asked Mo Han to preside over the matter, he naturally knew the details.

"I know that last night we dissected the body again, and indeed found no clear wounds, and no poison was found. It's really scared to death. Zhao Liang said, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Even if he fanned the wind with his hat, it would not help.

It's all caused by anxiety.

This old bustard's sixth aunt went to the police station to cry again this morning. said that her thug died, and she had to pay the funeral expenses and pensions, and the police department could not catch the murderer.

When he saw people, he cried and complained, and the whole police department was disturbed, and there was no peace.

No, Zhao Liang is very anxious.

It was not easy to send the sixth aunt away, so Zhao Liang hurriedly came to beg Mu Qingming. If it was an ordinary case, he would rarely bother Mu Qingming. But such a case, he Zhao Liang can't solve it.

"I've been thinking about a question." Just when Zhao Liang was even more anxious, but the words of urging had not yet been spoken, Mu Qingming frowned and said slowly: "Five thugs and five hooligans, chasing a hard-working girl who escaped, and then died, the girl is missing." Could it be that something on the girl scared them to death? ”。

"What's that?" Zhao Liang asked urgently, shaking the fan hat in his hand, and also stopped, his eyes staring at Mu Qingming, bursting out with a desire to know.

Mu Qingming on the opposite side shook his head silently a few times and said, "I don't know." ”。

Three words, just three words, the hope that had just ignited in Zhao Liang's heart was instantly shattered.

What followed was a faint sense of loss.

"To find out what it is, I'll have to ask my people to look it up." At this moment, Mo Han walked out of the room on the second floor of the East House, and the bowl in his hand was gone.

Obviously, she left the goat's milk to her sons Mu Yunle and Hanquan, who were playing in the house of the dragon aunt.

And she, in that room full of noise and laughter, also heard the conversation between her husband and Zhao Liang.

"It's going to take time." Mo Han, who was carrying the hem of his skirt, slowly walked down the stairs, came to the patio again, and said to Zhao Liang angrily: "But it's only been a day, what are you anxious about?" If you have the ability, you can go by yourselves. ”。

Anyway, Mo Han didn't like Zhao Liang in the past few days, but it wasn't that the Provincial Police Department owed Mu Qingming money. It's that Mu Qingming is like this, and Zhao Liang just came to see it, and there was no point to say.

Although even if he Zhao Liang said it, the Mu family would not want it. But this made Mo Han feel very uncomfortable.

Mo Han said, turned around and walked again, and went to the main house.

Zhao Liang had no choice but to look at Mu Qingming and laugh a few times.

I was so embarrassed that I couldn't speak.

"You give me some time, and you need to do me a favor in this matter to know what scares people to death, this busy, for you, is easy."

Immediately afterwards, Mu Qingming hurriedly said his plan, in order to let Zhao Liang not be so embarrassed.

"What's the busy?" When Zhao Liang heard this, he asked hurriedly.

He is willing to be busy now.

"At night, you take my family's Miaotian and my disciple Zhang Xiaosheng to the morgue of your police station and let them smell the five corpses." Immediately afterwards, Mu Qing closed his eyes and said his request.

Will Zhao Liang agree to this request? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.