The moon hung on the treetops, and the branches and leaves of the plane trees in the courtyard were layered, and the dark green was mixed with the occasional sporadic light green, swaying in the wind, with a kind of peaceful beauty.

In the dense foliage, there was a black figure hidden in it, watching every move in the room through the window, and his eyes glowed faintly red.

Qin Huai glanced at it lightly, with a mockery. When I subconsciously glanced sideways, there was a rustling sound in the leaves, and there was nothing abnormal.

Early the next morning, when it was up, the second uncle picked her up from the quilt and asked her to go to the store for a day, and he was going to go outside to collect some things and come back.

It was not yet eight o'clock when I arrived at the store, dozens of square meters of storefront, eight rows of display shelves were lined up in turn, the hospitality area was facing the door, and the position against the wall on the south side was the counter.

Qin Huai also followed the time to the store, and after walking around the store twice, he sat on the sofa in the hospitality area, flipping through the magazines on the table, probably attracted by the antique photos on it, and watched it with relish.

When it was time to find the tea caddy from behind the counter and prepare to make tea, I turned my head to see his posture, his back against the sofa, his long legs folded, his head hanging, and the lines of his side face were beautiful. So focused, like a morning in this town, quiet and peaceful.

She twisted a pinch of tea leaves and put them in the teapot, and after a long time of entanglement, she still put the tea set in front of Qin Huai.

"Xuanniao?" The person who had been sitting quietly suddenly smiled, and the smile was intriguing.

When I leaned over and took a look, it turned out to be a picture of a jade bird unearthed from the tomb of a nobleman of the Warring States period.

"Do you still know Xuanniao?"

"The Divine Bird of Destiny descends to give birth to a business ......"

She was stunned.

As long as people who are a little familiar with the history of the Shang Dynasty know this sentence, to the effect that the ancestor who founded the Shang clan was born from the Xuanniao in the sky.

Suddenly remembered the bag of antiques, the second uncle said that it was genuine from the Shang Dynasty, and she didn't look like a fake herself. Judging by all the indications so far, he may be a monster from the Shang Dynasty.

The morning passed, and there were not many people in the store. Those who do their business often do not open for three years, and they open for three years. No one is good, and she is also idle.

When I had nothing to do, when I sat at the counter and scrolled through Weibo, I inadvertently turned to an article, which was about Li Qingzhao's life in his later years and the words he made, which was recommended by many experts and scholars.

The reason why I will click in to read it when it is time is because the signature of that article is Liu Jingmeng, the person with a human face and a beast's heart. She wanted to see what this dark-hearted, sanctimonious guy had written, so admired.

The more she reads it, the more familiar it becomes, and she seems to have read this article somewhere, but she just can't remember it.

I didn't think about it until I got home in the evening.

Out of the shopping street, the surroundings are quiet. There are no stars or moons in the sky, and the dim street lamps flicker on and off overhead, passing through several layers of poplar leaves, and the images cast on the ground are mottled and intertwined, and the further you go, the darker it becomes.

When it happened, he suddenly felt a little uneasy, his pace slowed down, and when he turned his head, Qin Huai followed behind and walked expressionlessly, and his heart was a little calmer. Before Song Min, she didn't know how powerful the ghost was, but after she knew, she had a feeling that she was in a hurry, and she began to get nervous as soon as something happened.

After walking for a long time, when did she have a little sore feet, why is this road so long today, she walked back in ten minutes before, is it because she is thinking about things so she walks very slowly?

After walking for a few more minutes, she finally realized that something was wrong, and she had just walked past this place, and she remembered very well that there was a pure white rose on her left hand with three leaves on it, and she had looked at it twice.

Stopped, the street was still familiar, but it was surprisingly quiet, no people, no cars, not even a hint of wind, and the road ahead was a haze, and the white roses opened at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting bursts of faint fragrance.

When she swallowed her saliva nervously, her palms were already soaked, and she slowly turned around, Qin Huai stood three meters behind her, unable to see the expression on her face clearly.

"Well, did you notice anything wrong?"

"Oh, you just found out, I thought you were going to walk like this all night."

A nameless anger slowly ignited in her heart, and the old monster had already discovered it, and he didn't even remind her, he thought he was watching a monkey.

Crossing Qin Huai's shoulder, when did he see a white figure flashing, it looked a little like Song Min.

"Song Min?" When did she try to shout towards the place where the figure disappeared, a picture suddenly flashed in her mind, she remembered, she knew where she had read the article, in Song Min's notebook, there was a handwritten manuscript, which was Song Min's handwriting, the content was roughly the same as what I read today, the date was January 3 this year, and Liu Jingmeng's article was published a week before Song Min's death, that is to say, Liu Jingmeng plagiarized Song Min's article.

Thinking of this layer, when the time came, he immediately became excited, "Song Min, you come out, I have made a major discovery." ”

There was silence all around, and there was no sound.

Qin Huai's eyes looked closely behind him, and his brows furrowed slightly.

When did she notice that there was a cold aura behind her, thinking that Song Min was behind her, she turned her body excitedly, and a miserable white face appeared in front of her eyes, and that face was not Song Min.

"Ah......h

Qin Huai didn't know when he walked around behind the dirty thing, and pinched its neck with one hand, "Oh? It's funny, there are even people who raise this thing! His hand slowly tightened, and the thing squeaked.

Qin Huai's face was playful, "It seems that your master is a character, come, let's have a good chat!" ”