In the spring of 9990 in the Divine Calendar, March 15.

Xie Mingyuan secretly slipped out of the side door of the Shilang Mansion of the Criminal Department, and walked out of the three streets cautiously, until he was sure that his whereabouts had not been discovered, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally stiff waist was much straighter.

As twilight fell, the bells in the Anglican shrine in the distance rang as usual. The sound of the bell melted into the hazy night, accompanied by the cool night breeze, and was transmitted to the ears and hearts of every Xuanyang people.

The state religion has a history of nearly 10,000 years, and in Xuanyang City, in addition to the white tower, which is the highest symbol of the state religion, there are four temples in the south, east, and west. Each temple has a large bell that can only be struck by four people, and it is customary to ring 18 times a day in the morning, even at night.

Standing at the mouth of the most famous night market in Xuanyang City, Xie Mingyuan took a breath gently, and he seemed to ask, There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, which was distant and refreshing, and he was suddenly refreshed.

At such a time, he can think about everything, and he can put everything out of it, and he feels very relaxed.

An ordinary handyman in the Shilang Mansion of the Criminal Department, nearly forty years old, has not yet married a wife, this is Xie Mingyuan's identity. Tonight, after a tiring day, he quietly slipped out of the house when no one was paying attention, wanting to go to the night market to eat a bowl of fragrant meat and chaos, and find some fun to relax.

Xie Mingyuan didn't stay at the entrance of the alley for too long, but quickly merged into the crowd not far away.

With an identity like him, the monthly salary he receives from the government is really pitiful, and he can't eat big fish and meat every day, and he can't even think of the high-end wontons in Rosin Building. After zigzags around the night market for a while, and seeing that the chaos stall he often cares about is still there, Xie Mingyuan laughed, paced forward and said hello to the boss, "Yo, Lao Wang, business has been good these days." ”

Lao Wang is really old, he looks at least sixty years old, and the wrinkles on his face are all traces of time. Having said that, when he made the wontons and cooked them, his hands never trembled. When he saw that it was him, he responded with a smile: "Business is still good, but you haven't been here for a while." ”

Xie Mingyuan found a place to sit down, shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Being an errand in Lord Shilang's mansion, how can there be so many opportunities to sneak out from time to time, our Steward Liu usually watches it closely, if he didn't go out to run errands tonight, I wouldn't dare to come out." ”

Lao Wang waved his hand, and a few wontons flew into the big pot of boiling soup from his hand, and when he heard him say miserable, he scolded with a smile: "Look at you, I remember, from the first day you entered the Shilang Mansion, it has been seven or eight years to today, and when you went in, you were a handyman, and you are still a handyman, and I don't know how you have mixed up all these years!" Seeing that you usually don't have a serious appearance, you have that lazy and slippery kung fu, why don't you think more about how to mix in the position of a steward, earn more money to marry a daughter-in-law, you are almost forty people, and you are still a single. ”

Xie Mingyuan said with a bitter face: "That's the dignified squire in the mansion, do you think it's so easy to climb up?" With Steward Liu pressing on his head, me and my brothers and I, no one should think about going up, since it is impossible to climb up, I still want to open a little, just be single, anyway, my father and mother died early, I am full of food and the whole family is not hungry, and it is good to be idle." ”

The old king who sold wontons laughed, answered two words vaguely, and went to his own business.

At the height of the night market, even if the wonton stall is located in a nondescript alley, there are more than a dozen diners seated at the moment.

So no one noticed the boy in the short clothes.

A bowl of wontons was served, and the young man smiled happily, quickly sprinkled a few drops of sesame oil on the soup noodles, and put a handful of seaweed from the bamboo tube on the table, and ate it in a big gulp.

After a large bowl of wontons was wiped out, he took five copper coins and put them on the table, and the young man left by himself.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and the streets and alleys that were originally very familiar looked new. The boy walked through the crowd, and from time to time the beautiful young woman and beautiful girl walked by, and he would look at them twice, and then smile contentedly.

"It's good to be alive!"

The young man sighed with satisfaction, and a person passed by him, and when he heard him say this, he couldn't help but glance sideways at him.

The glance swept across his face without stopping.

The boy noticed the man's presence, but he didn't have time to see whether he was male or female, and what he looked like. Just watching the man's back slowly disappear into the sea of people, a rare thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

In a hut not far from the Servant Mansion of the Criminal Department, a light was like a bean, and it was extremely quiet. It was a very shabby hut, with very little valuable furnishings inside, and even the rats that had come out of the hole in the corner seemed to have been hungry for a long time, and looked skinny.

The rat poked its head out of the hole, and squeaked twice as if uneasy by the unusual silence. It had wanted to get out of the cave at night to find some food, but eventually gave up on its plans and went back to it.

The next moment, the door was pushed open by someone.