"It stinks......"

Ye Qingxuan covered his nose and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Through the half of the rotten leaf, he saw the dazzling sunlight, the light scorching, dazzling.

He lay in a foul stench, covered in ...... Hmm, it's all a lot of garbage, he's lying in a garbage heap?

Wait, how did you end up here?

He remembered that he played the prologue of "Moonlight", and he was involuntarily immersed in the melody, and he didn't even know how to lose his strength.

By the end, he fell into a fainting and was then taught......

That's right, he fell into the hands of the professor!

Thinking of this, he felt a headache, a real headache, a large amount of blood loss and energy exhaustion produced a painful sense of emptiness, and an uncontrollable intense hunger.

He hurriedly groped up and down his body: very good, all the equipment was still there, and the Nine Heavens Ring Pei and the Eye of Indra were untouched.

It's just that...... The signpost of the Blood Road has been removed.

In the place where the road sign was originally contained, there was only a folded note.

With difficulty, he unfolded the note, and leaned closer, to read the small text on it, which was smooth and graceful, with only a few words written:

'Come to me. ’

That similar face surfaced from his mind again, making Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh, and then his brain hurt again.

Did that damn woman throw herself in the garbage?!

He struggled to get up, staggered out of the garbage heap, and felt extremely weak: his head was swollen, his bones were hurting, and his stomach was hungry, and he couldn't get it anymore.

"Hey, friend. ”

He looked at the beggar squatting next to the garbage heap, "Do you have anything to eat?"

“...... Nope!"

The beggar was stunned for a moment, and then vigilantly hid the rice bowl in his hand behind him, and there was more than half a bowl of overnight porridge in the bowl!

"There's porridge! Don't say it sooner......"

Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he snatched the bowl from his hand and ate it directly with his hand. It wasn't until he found the beggar's face full of grievances that he immediately reacted, as if something was wrong.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm too skilled at grabbing food. ”

He smiled awkwardly. Coughed twice, struggling to squeeze out a serious face:

"Well, go and tell the shamans that Holmes wants to see their boss...... If you're lucky, twenty minutes later, you'll be sitting, sitting, sitting......"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and pointed to a high-end restaurant in the distance that hadn't opened yet: "I promise, you'll sit there and eat steak." ”

The beggar looked at him stunned. Skeptical.

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, he didn't urge, just shrugged: "Anyway, if you don't go, your porridge will be gone, and you won't be able to beat me......"

The beggar finally hesitated, stamped his feet, gritted his teeth, and walked away in tears—

Twenty minutes later.

Soft music sounds. There was a faint scent of perfume floating in the air.

A neatly dressed waiter leads the foul-smelling beggar to the delicate carpet to the best spot in the restaurant. Respectfully pull out a chair for him and invite him to take a seat.

Finally, the menu was gently handed over.

On the other side, the waiter brought a glass of red wine that had been awakened, and introduced softly:

"Sir, today's main course is burgundy baked snails, and I recommend you try this pan-fried lobster. And this foie gras ......"

The beggar sat dizzily in his chair, feeling dizzy and dizzy, and he was still in a sweet dream. The person who grabbed the food with himself turned out to be true?

You can't still dream, do you?!

"I want this, this. And this ...... This one too!"

He looked at the dazzling menu in front of him and reached out to order it randomly. In the end, he was completely dazzled: "Give me a copy of all the dishes on this!"

Belch...... Can you pack it here?"

"No problem, sir. ”

The waiter smiled and replied, "Please wait, I'll go and inform the chef." ”

"Go, go, go!"

The beggar was almost moved to tears.

It's so good? You can even pack it? Doesn't it mean that you have to wear formal clothes to enter here?

Thank you, God, no, thank you to the great Mr. Sherlock Holmes!

......

Downtown, in a nondescript run-down bar.

In front of the bar, the shaman looked at the young man beside him, and after a long time, nodded: "You look good." ”

"I'm all stinking like this, don't talk nonsense with your eyes open. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed, and stuffed paper balls into his nostrils vigorously, but he couldn't stop the smell of garbage on his body.

"Okay. ”

The shaman sighed as well, and moved a little disgusted into the distance, "Then can you go take a bath?"

"Sorry, no. Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes.

"Forget it. ”

The shaman shrugged helplessly and motioned for the bartender behind the bar to leave.

Soon, only the two people in front of the bar were left in the bar of Nuoda.

In the silence, the shaman pinched his nose and took a sip from the glass in front of him, finally feeling a little better.

"Let's talk about your work. ”

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, "How did you complete my commission?"

"It went so smoothly beyond my expectations that it was solved without much effort. ”

Ye Qingxuan's eyebrows were raised, and he couldn't help but whistle: "Things are going as you wish, Mr. Shaman." From now on, professors will never be an obstacle to you. ”

"Is that really the case?"

The shaman suddenly fell silent, he stared at the stinking young man, but he seemed to be enraged, and the pupils of his eyes seemed to reflect the light of iron, and the edges and corners were sharp.

"Ye Qingxuan, did I tell you the rules for trading with me?"

His voice was cold, and he said word by word:

"—never try to deceive me!"

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the pair of eyes full of gloomy anger, but couldn't help but smile, "But, I think you should be able to trust me." ”

He paused and said the shaman's name.

That name that truly belongs to a shaman.

Silent.

There was a dead silence.

The shaman froze, as if he had been petrified.

He looked at the boy in amazement. After a long time, I couldn't help but take out the cigarette roll, light it, take a big puff, and spit it out heavily.

It wasn't until he was about to finish a cigarette that he asked in a muffled voice, "When did you guess?"

"Last night. ”

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "The butcher's actions confirm my suspicions about you. That's when I thought: you know too much.

Until this morning. I grabbed half a bowl of porridge and squatted on the side of the road for lunch, when I suddenly had an inspiration. ”

"Inspiration?"

"That's right, inspiration. ”

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's too coincidental, don't you realize it?" Although you have always been cautious, there are too many coincidences.

I've read the Avalon Police Department's dossier compiled just for you, and to be honest, it's a legend. Impressive.

It wasn't until a few minutes ago, when I compared your whereabouts, when you appeared and disappeared, that another name suddenly came to mind, and I understood why you trusted me so much throughout. ”

"Just because of that?"

The shaman asked coldly.

"Just thought so. ”

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands helplessly, "I have to say, it's not your fault, but the biggest problem is that there are really not many people my father knew in Avalon back then." ”

"Results. Did Ye Lanzhou miss any clues?"

The shaman was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly: "It's been so many years. I come in the wind and go in the rain, acting mysteriously, thinking that my secrecy is perfect.

As a result, I'm so old that I'm capsizing in your gutter...... Damn it. ”

He couldn't help but curse a foul word.

"That's the way of the world. Isn't that right?"

Ye Qingxuan picked up his wine glass and raised it towards him: "Cheers to the victory of the shaman." ”

The shaman didn't bother to pay attention to him, Ye Qingxuan shrugged his shoulders, drank the wine, and got up to leave.

"Thank you for everything you have done for me. Mr. Shaman. ”

Ye Qingxuan put on the deer hunting hat again, and said goodbye with his chin bowed: "In the future, please take care of me." ”

"It's not over yet. ”

The shaman stopped him behind him, and then the wind sounded.

Something flew over, Ye Qingxuan turned around to catch it, but found that what the shaman threw over was a metal nameplate, a thumb-sized metal nameplate with a name written on it, which looked like it could be worn on an iron chain and hung around his neck.

"What is this?"

"Since it's a commission, then it has to be paid. ”

The shaman said lightly, "At the Royal Conservatory of Music, the old man who guards the door in the Jianlan Underground Palace is called 'Dominic', right?"

He owed me a lot of favors in the early years. You take this with you, and he'll understand.

There is no need to refuse, this is the reward you have paid for your own life, of course you have to be generous, and be ready for surprises. ”

"Surprise?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and stuffed the nameplate into his pocket: "Surprise or something, let's talk about it tomorrow."

I still have to go back to class, after all, I have been skipping class for a long time lately, and although the teacher will not be angry, I will not be happy. ”

"I didn't expect you to be a good student?"

The shaman gave him a strange look: "What a relief to me." ”

"Your message is long outdated, Mr. Shaman. ”

The boy had already pushed the door open, leaving only a laugh that seemed to be self-deprecating:

"—I'm now known as the 'Shame of the Academy'. ”——

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the sky.

The entire noisy street is gilded with a warm sheen.

It was a sleepy afternoon, relaxed, long, and warm, and even the wild cats at the head of the wall slouched and fell asleep in the gentle sunlight.

After the supposedly terrifying upheaval last night, everyone felt that the sunlight in front of them had become precious.

In a noisy street, in a café, several men sit together, talking about what happened last night.

What kind of vengeful spirit and the professor duel in the madhouse, the vengeful spirit turned into a huge bat and fell from the sky, the professor's face was painted with white oil paint, grinning widely, and when he saw him enter his trap, he laughed wildly and so on. (To be continued......)