The sea of blood, confused, it was liquid at first, the blood was raging, especially the suffocating smell of blood, not only made it difficult for you to breathe, but even the pores of your whole body were blocked.

But soon, the sea of blood began to solidify slowly, and Liang Chuan's feet also stood on the "ground", and the congealed sea of blood felt a bit like the hot oil cubes that had not been boiled and melted in the Rongcheng hot pot when it was served.

It's a little sticky, it's a little soft, but it's solid.

It's not that I haven't read the last words of other deceased people before, but this is the first time I have encountered this type of Zhu Guangzong;

clarity

exquisite

unique

There are no long dark waits and searches, the pace is fast, and ...... It's very open.

Could it be that the artist's last words are so artistic?

Liang Chuan thought so in his heart, putting aside his "doubts" and "disdain" about some of Zhu Guangzong's carving methods and techniques, but one thing could not be denied, Zhu Guangzong's stone carving skills were definitely at the forefront of this industry.

The pieces of work and the now growing "Zhumen carving" are definitely not blown by the wind for no reason.

In the coagulated glued blood,

Slowly highlighting a blood clot,

The blood clot is fresh,

It is still steaming white, and the edges are more bright red, as if it has been given the meaning of life dynamics.

Liang Chuan walked over slowly, the blood clot was a person's height, about the same volume as the kind of stone that makes a humanoid sculpture.

At the foot of Liang Chuan, there is a set of carving tools, which are neatly arranged there.

It's just that Liang Chuan is a little confused, he is not an onmyoji, so he doesn't know whether Zhu Guangzong's way of death, especially the Pixiu and basalt stones in his chest, will really have a special impact;

But at present, Zhu Guangzong is an artist again, and his last words don't need to be so abstract, right?

Slowly, Liang Chuan sensed a hint of exhaustion,

He slowly opened his eyes,

saw Jian Hong, who was squatting in front of him and continuing to examine the corpse,

Liang Chuan subconsciously reached out and rubbed his eyes, a deep sense of exhaustion kept hitting him, but what was even more unacceptable was that he hadn't actually found really valuable information.

"It's here. ”

A young Meng who was driving in front of him said,

The car also came to a slow stop.

"Then I'll go down first. Liang Chuan said goodbye to Jian Hong.

"Next time I have a chance, please invite Consultant Liang to eat barbecue, and we will have a good exchange. Jian Hong said with a smile.

"There's no need for barbecue, let's have tea. Liang Chuan thought for a while.

"Good. ”

The two little Mengxin sitting in the front suddenly felt a little crampy in their stomachs when they thought that the two of them were going to talk about the kind of topic they just had while roasting.

Opening the door of the store, Liang Chuan saw Pu'er lying lazily on the counter, even when he saw Liang Chuan coming back, Pu'er just turned over slightly, turned over on all fours, and continued to nap.

Liang Chuan poured a cup of hot water, held the cup, and sat behind the counter, his mind still recalling the "last words" he had read from Zhu Guangzong before.

Everything has its meaning of existence, and any picture that can appear in the human mind is actually a projection of reality, so there must be hidden information in Zhu Guangzong's last words.

But Liang Chuan didn't spend too much thought thinking about this, he died, and he helped find the murderer, but he left himself a Da Vinci code, so you can play by yourself;

It's like when you finally end your mental struggle and decide to lend money to someone, but that person tells you that it's okay to lend him money, but you have to answer my brain teaser before I'm willing to take your money;

Sick, right?

After taking a shower, tidying up his clothes, and cleaning the shop by the way, Liang Chuan remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet.

"Brother Chuan, are you back?"

It's so late, and the only thing left is cinnabar.

This woman sometimes treats Liang Chuan as a tree hole, and chats with Liang Chuan when she has nothing to do.

Liang Chuan opened the door, and Cinnabar didn't come in, but stretched out his hand and pointed to the back,

"There's a oden stall out there recently, go try it?"

It is very pleasant to eat oden in winter, pouring soup on it, drizzling a little chili oil, and drinking the soup after eating, which is a heartfelt satisfaction.

Liang Chuan nodded, he needed something to eat.

Cinnabar smiled, waited until Liang Chuan closed the door, and walked to the end of the street with Liang Chuan.

The popularity of the old street at night is also quite high, because in the backstreet location, there are several small game halls and Internet cafes and many small hair salons.

The skin and meat business is not good, but they do solve the needs of many migrant workers and single people who go to the city to work, and to a certain extent, alleviate the probability of the case, of course, everything is a double-edged sword, even in the West, most countries are also banned from pornography, it can solve part of the problem, but it can also bring more problems.

The oden stall is not big, but it is still larger than the average one, and they don't have a shop, just a shed with a few sets of plastic tables and chairs.

It's very simple, but eating oden, in fact, you need this kind of atmosphere, and some delicacies are born because of this, if you sit in a restaurant with the pattern of a Western restaurant and eat these, it will not be so tasteful.

"Their fish are well run. Cinnabar has obviously been here a few times, and introduced Liang Chuan.

"Sister, it's here again tonight, is it still the old rule?" the man asked with a smile.

"Yes, fifty dollars, give me a whole thing, you give it to me. "Cinnabar looks very arrogant, she has always been this kind of big grinning character.

This reminded Liang Chuan of the picture of cinnabar sitting cross-legged in front of him after eating pig's trotters, and the tight and slightly raised jeans zipper.

"Little brother, what do you eat, pick it yourself, here are all bought ready-made ingredients to cook, here is our little couple made at home, this fish is slippery, very delicious." ”

The young woman greeted Liang Chuan warmly.

"What is the practice over there in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?" Liang Chuan glanced at the small white round ball in the bowl of water.

Take the fatty fish, clean it, shave off the fine meat part and whip it, add flour and knead it according to a certain proportion, and finally take a spoon, knead it by hand, and dig out the balls that are round and smooth.

When making soup, a pot of boiling water, sprinkle some of this fish slip and then with some green onion and coriander, and finally add some sesame oil, this soup is so delicious that it is incomparably delicious, for the people of Rongcheng who are used to eating Sichuan cuisine, this simple but undelicious taste also has a great attraction.

"Right. The woman laughed, "Got a copy?"

"Well, for the rest, you can get me whatever you want. Liang Chuan said.

"Okay. ”

The woman also began to prepare quickly.

Cinnabar and Liang Chuan sat down at a small plastic table, "Why don't you have some hot rice wine?" The man shouted.

"I want rice wine, give him soy milk. Cinnabar made a decision directly for Liang Chuan.

Soon, the man brought hot soy milk and rice wine.

Cinnabar squinted and took a sip, smashing it, smashing it, "It's delicious." ”

Liang Chuan was sitting there holding a soy milk cup with both hands, covering his hands.

"Hahaha, I gave you some soy milk because I guessed you would be like this. Cinnabar smiled, "Just like the old man, you know, every time I come out of the store and see you next door carrying a chair and sitting in the sun at the door, I want to laugh." ”

Liang Chuan also smiled and didn't say anything.

After a while, two bowls of fish slippery soup were served first, the big bowl, with crisp coriander and green onion flowers floating on it, the soup was clear and not greasy, and after it was served, the fragrant and delicious fragrance was already coming to the nose.

Next is two servings of oden, in large bowls, with plenty of ingredients.

"This is our card, if you think it's good, you can order food in the future, as long as it's near Lao Cai, we can send it over. The man took out the two business cards and handed them to Liang Chuan and Cinnabar respectively.

The business card is a bit rough and should have been made at a low price from an advertising store, with a photo of the proprietress and the boss on it, and it looks formal, like a wedding photo.

The name is "Sincere Oden", and the phone number left should be that of the boss and the boss's wife, the boss's name is Wang Ting, and the boss's name is Liang Jin.

"Brother Chuan, this is still your own family. Cinnabar said, pointing to the name of the boss on the business card.

"Little brother, your surname is also Liang?" the boss asked.

"Well, yes. ”

"That's a good feeling, I'll make a small noodle for you again, little brother, and I'll roll the noodles myself, so I should give it to you. "The owner seemed very happy.

"Nope. Liang Chuan gave the boss a cigarette, "I have a bad stomach and can't eat too much at night." Liang Chuan said apologetically, if people really did it for themselves, in order not to let the other party feel that they were slacking off on him, he had to work hard to eat more, it would really be guilty.

"Then you eat first. ”

The boss walked to the pot, took out something like hand cream or lanolin from his pocket, grabbed the hand of the proprietress and helped her wipe it, very careful.

The hostess smiled sweetly.

"Actually, that's good. Cinnabar tilted her head sideways and looked at the little couple of the proprietress who showed affection there.

"Sichun?"

Liang Chuan is still a little fresh destroyer.

"Alas. Cinnabar glanced at Liang Chuan and began to eat.

Liang Chuan picked up the spoon and took a sip of the fish soup first, although there was not much seasoning, but it was not light, and the delicious taste was very strong and just right.

Liang Chuan has no hunger, which has caused severe anorexia, but he is not without a sense of taste.

I ate another fish slippery, soft and not greasy, with a soft taste and no fishy smell remaining.

The taste is really good.

Liang Chuan drank half a bowl of soup with some surprise, and ate several fish slips, and his body immediately became much warmer, but when he was about to continue to eat a little more or eat some oden, his stomach spasmed at this time.

Damn it

I just had the slightest desire to eat something, but the familiar feeling of rejection returned.

Liang Chuan put down his chopsticks and shook his head, but still put away the business card given by the boss, thinking that when he didn't cook in the future, it would be good to drink a little of this soup.

Cinnabar finished her share of oden in a hurry, raised his head, and saw that Liang Chuan's portion had not been touched much, and Cinnabar did not hesitate to bring it over and eat it himself.

For two, she ate it alone, and then she was hooked.

After settling the bill, the two walked back.

"Does it taste okay?" asked Cinnabar.

"Yes, yes. Liang Chuan nodded.

"Then come back more often next time. Cinnabar was stunned for a moment, "Which courier is still delivering in the middle of the night." ”

There was a parcel box on the steps at the entrance of Liang Chuan's Department Store.

stepped forward, Liang Chuan picked up the box, a little heavy.

"Bye, see you tomorrow. Cinnabar yawned and went back to her shop, where she usually lives.

Opening the door, Liang Chuan walked to the counter and took out scissors to cut the package.

Unwrapping the package,

There is also a small package inside, which is beautiful and antique.

The small package is easy to unpack,

When opened,

It is a stone sculpture - "three-inch golden lotus".

Exquisite stone carvings, clear details, Runhua is simple.

Liang Chuan was a little surprised, thinking that even if there was such a thing, "Zhumen Carving" still adhered to the attitude of customer first, and sent the goods he ordered overnight after making a record from the police?

But ............ for yourself I didn't give the address.

At this moment, Liang Chuan's mobile phone rang,

It's Wu Dahai's phone,

Liang Chuan answered the phone,

"Chuan'er, it's dead again, Zhu Chenyang, the son of Zhu Guangzong, is dead............"