The white mist was hazy, and pearly bubbles bubbled up from time to time in the swamp in the distance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Opposite the info swamp was a dense black forest, and Fei Yunan stood on the shore, trying to find something through the fog. But the mist gradually soaked his entire body. He trembled and struggled, trying to get out of this haunted land.

Suddenly, bones crawled out of the swamp filled with sludge. At this moment, the moon jumped out through the thick clouds, and the pale moonlight reflected on the pale bones. Silence, death, it turns out that this is the kingdom of death.

The silver moon scattered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Fei Yunan woke up from his dream sweating profusely. He looked up at the window, and he didn't know when night had fallen. He got up, lit his pipe, and sat on the couch to contemplate the mysterious dream he had just had.

He's been repeating this dream since that incident three years ago. Why? Could it be that he accidentally intruded into the cursed land?

No! There are no ghosts or gods in this world! Fei Yunan smiled mockingly, he never believed in any curses, and he wouldn't this time. He got up and put on his shirt and glanced towards the door.

At this moment, the hallway resounded with the regular clatter of leather boots. After a while, Adjutant Chen Sheng appeared at the door.

"What's the matter?" Fei Yunan asked, still tugging at the rolled up cuffs of his shirt.

"Sir, the patrol commander just came back to report that they found a body in the south of the city." Chen Sheng said.

"If you find a body, you should go to the police!" Fei Yunan's breath exuded a cool air.

"The problem is, they found that weird cross on the corpse's arm." Chen Sheng said in a deep voice.

Spooky crosses? Fei Yunan listened to it and chuckled in his heart. "Check it out!" He put on his coat and ran out without looking back.

The night was terrible, and in the dim light, a corpse with a decomposed face and a sour smell lay in the firewood room of the patrol department.

"How did he die?" Fei Yunan glanced at the coroner beside him and asked.

"The preliminary judgment is that he contracted some kind of disease and died." The coroner said.

Fei Yunan took the gloves handed by the coroner and rolled up the sleeves of the deceased. Adjutant Chen was right, the corpse had a blue cross tattooed on its arm like a coiled snake.

"Looks like the Serpent of Death is back!" Fei Yunan took off his gloves, frowned, and muttered.

Adjutant Chen Sheng stared at Fei Yunan in horror, "How is it possible?" Didn't the Serpent of Death die three years ago? ”

Fei Yunan sighed lightly, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Luo Wanqi didn't get much information about her father's death from her second aunt Qin Fang. In the past few days, she has repeatedly studied the notes left by her father whenever she has the opportunity. But because of the lack of the last few pages, she never guessed the answer to the riddle.

Where did the last few pages go? Does anyone still know about my father's notebook? Suddenly, she remembered the note and the adjutant named Qin Feng. Since it was this man who asked his father to meet that night, then at least he was the one who knew the terrible truth.

The next morning, she came out of Dr. Shen's clinic and went straight to Master Liu's house. After her father's funeral, her college classmate Shen Tianci invited her to open a clinic together. So, with the support of her sister, she opened a clinic on East Street.

During the consultation, she met Master Liu's wife through Shen Tianci. Mrs. Liu is an old-fashioned woman who does not have much culture, but she is very enthusiastic. Wanqi felt that it seemed very appropriate to inquire about this person named Qin Feng through her and Senior Commander Liu.

Mrs. Liu received Luo Wanqi very warmly. She was a woman of short stature and a gentle complexion. On a withered yellow face, the two fish eyes looked very unenergetic. She has diabetes and is kept alive by daily insulin injections.

"Doctor Luo, it's good that you're here. In the past two days, I have been much better. Thanks to your medicine. Mrs. Liu gratefully took Wanqi's hand and said.

Wanqi accompanied her to gossip, and the topic naturally turned to this person named Qin Feng. Mrs. Liu looked confused, she didn't know such a person, and seemed to be suspicious of Wanqi asking about this person.

Wanqi hurriedly told her that her father was friendly with this person. He had something to give him before he died, so he asked.

Mrs. Liu did not doubt Wanqi's words, she told Wanqi with a smile that this matter was on her. She'll help Wanqi check this person. Wanqi thanked Mrs. Liu, said some more gossip, and left.

It had just rained in the morning, the asphalt road was wet and clean, and people gathered in groups on the street, lazily chatting. A few newspaper boys who sold newspapers got into the crowd from time to time and sold the news in their hands.

The whistling tram wind blew past Wanqi, and she walked alone in the cool and lively streets, feeling that her heart, which was still a haze before, was sprouting and growing.

When she passed by the Kaiming Theater, the guy happened to hang out a play card with black letters on a red background. At six o'clock in the evening, Shang Xiaoju, a famous actor in the capital, wanted to sing "Zhao's Orphan" here. Wanqi looked at her watch, it was only half past four, and she remembered her father's favorite play of Shang Xiaoju. So, I went in and bought a ticket.

After coming out of the theater, Wanqi ate in a small restaurant and walked around the street again, estimating that the time was almost up, and then she turned back to the Enlightened Theater.

At this time, the theater watchers began to enter the theater one after another. Wanqi was about to go inside, when suddenly there was a whistle behind her. She looked back and saw a black car parked in front of the theater. A uniformed officer opened the door to the occupants of the car, and a noblewoman in her fifties stepped down, followed by a young young woman.

This woman has an elegant temperament, wearing a well-cut young blue cheongsam, and Wanqi thinks that she must have been a beauty when she was young. When the lady came down, the people stepped aside, and the officer trotted to the door to say something to the theater man, who opened the door with a courteous face.

Suddenly, a car sprang out of nowhere. The car was rampaging through the street and seemed to lose control. A cyclist was nearly knocked to the ground, and the driver spun the wheel and drove towards the theater. When the passers-by saw this, they were so frightened that they pushed away.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the car suddenly crashed into the lady. The lady was frightened, but it was too late to dodge. Everyone gasped and stared at this tragic scene.

At this moment, a young lady suddenly ran to the lady and pulled her aside. Probably because the momentum was too strong, the girl and the lady fell to the ground. The car made its way through the crowd and crashed into the wall.

The officer's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly ran to the noblewoman, "Madame... Madame, it's all right! ”

By this time, the girl had already lifted the noblewoman.

"It's okay, it's okay!" The lady said, her voice sounding strange. Then she turned to the girl, "Thank you, girl. You saved my life. “

A shrill siren sounded ahead, and two policemen hurried over. The officer snorted angrily and scolded the two policemen, but the two policemen did not dare to squeak, and finally took the owner of the car back to the police station in disgrace.

The play was about to start, and the lady thanked the girl for saving her life and invited her in to listen to the play together. The girl couldn't excuse herself, so she followed in. The lady's box was on the second floor, and the theater owner warmly and respectfully ushered them into a luxuriously decorated box.

"Thanks to you for saving me." The lady said kindly, "Girl, what is your name?" ”

"Madam, my name is Luo Wanqi. It was just a gesture. You don't have to take it personally, anyone else would do that. ”

"It turned out to be Miss Luo." The noble lady said lovingly.

Shang Xiaoju has not yet appeared on the stage, and there is a girl on the stage who is singing a drum book. The girl's voice was astringent, and people only cared about talking to each other, and no one listened carefully. The lady also chatted with Wanqi without a match. When she hears that Wanqi is a doctor, she seems to have found a confidant. She told Wanqi that she had a problem with her old cold legs and asked if there was a way to cure it.

Wanqi patiently answered for her one by one. The more the two talked, the more speculative they became, until the big drama began. Shang Xiaoju's Gongsun Pestle had just come on the stage, and there was a small commotion in the theater.

Fei Yunan went straight to the second floor under the leadership of the theater owner. Wanqi was engrossed in watching the play, when the box door suddenly opened, and she seemed to be a little panicked. Turning his head, he saw a handsome and tall officer walking in.

When Wanqi recognized the visitor, she was taken aback, and a cold air surged up from the soles of her feet. At this time, the noble lady happily introduced to her that the man in front of her was her son。。。。。。