"In addition to the fact that people who have been painted cannot eat or drink, what are the characteristics of them?"

"In addition to not being able to eat or drink, my skin is tight because the spell is constantly working, and I will look younger. And because the person is dead, he walks a little stiffly, but he walks without a sound, because the soul is taken away. After all, it is a dead person, and if you look closely, you will find that this person moves, goes straight, such as walking, he looks straight ahead, and when he speaks, he speaks in a daze, unlike us normal people, who move this and that. You can also see the eyes in a bright place, the whites of the eyes are slightly blackened, and the boundary between the pupils and the whites of the eyes is blurred, and gradually merges, that is, the skin is painted......"

The old nightguard laughed and talked about the painting of the skin.

The night guards, the jailers, and even Wang Jing were all eye-opening and secretly surprised.

Wang Jing listened for a long time before leaving the prison.

Not long after Wang Jing left, one of the jailers secretly left and entered the location of the street patrol team, and reported to Zhang Mao, the deputy leader of the street patrol team.

"Wang Jing listened to it for so long? You must have heard something important, go, come with me to the captain, you tell me what happened. ”

Zhang Mao took the jailers to find Ai Zongwu, the leader of the street patrol team.

The jailer told the story in detail, especially the magic gate skin painting technique was too strange, and the jailer didn't know why he remembered it very clearly, so he focused on it.

Ai Zongwu and Zhang Mao also listened very carefully, and then let the jailer leave.

Ai Zongwu pondered for a moment and said, "I listen to my sister's meaning, the mayor of the town is slightly dissatisfied with the king of Chu. In addition, I have some friends who have a lot of complaints about the King of Chu, such as the errands of the Yingfu team and the inspection team, all of which were fat and poor, and they were snatched away by the people of the King of Chu. Say, "What shall I do?" ”

Zhang Mao said with a smile: "As long as the mayor favors Mrs. Ai, the captain doesn't have to worry." ”

"Hmph, the mayor of the town is more diligent in changing women than in changing clothes, all the new female townspeople, he will look at it first, and then divide it down, who knows how long the mayor will spoil my sister? I always have to show my face in front of the mayor, and I won't even have a person to rely on in the future. ”

"You might as well ask those friends, find an opportunity, indirectly knock the people of the King of Chu, and then see what the mayor's reaction is. If the mayor doesn't ask, it's telling. Of course, you don't have to do it yourself and let the people below do it. I didn't go directly to talk about Mingcheng, just find an ordinary member of the three teams of Yingfu, and release him after a few days. ”

"You pick someone and you have a couple of thorns in the team to shoot. The night guard gave so much silver, and I couldn't help it, and I couldn't hold my face. "Ai Zong martial arts.

"Don't worry, I will definitely choose a soft persimmon, even if something happens, it will not lead to you and me." Zhang Maodao.

"Go ahead."

Zhang Mao left.

That night, Zhang Mao went to inquire about the files of the third team of the Yingfu team.

After seeing the Sipin Dao Xiu Zuo's bosom friend, he sighed twice, not daring to offend, so he looked for others.

Soon, Zhang Mao chose three powerless and powerless ones.

The next day, Zhang Mao observed the three under various pretexts, preparing to choose one.

After watching it for a day, I felt that I could start it, so I was ready to wait for two more days to see who was prone to make mistakes.

The river flows in the middle of the earth, and the rat wrestlers wander.

Another day passed, and Zhang Mao continued to observe the three of them.

One of them is called Luo Lao Er, I don't know why, when I saw Luo Lao Er again today, Zhang Mao faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, so he kept an eye on it.

I didn't take a few steps before I listened to the rest of the Yingfu Third Team chatting as they walked.

"What's wrong with Luo Lao Er in the past two days, I didn't eat dinner yesterday, and I didn't eat breakfast and lunch, I really became a god."

"That's right, I used to complain every day that I couldn't eat enough, and I ate like a hungry dog, but now I don't eat anymore."

Watching everyone leave, Zhang Mao was puzzled, so he continued to secretly observe Luo Lao Er, and recalled the previous observations, the comparison was different.

Soon, Zhang Mao found that Luo Laoer's movements were stiffer than yesterday, looking dull, and more silent than yesterday.

Yesterday I smiled from time to time, but today I have been expressionless.

The more Zhang Mao looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he shook his head and decided to leave.

When I returned to the Yamen, I saw the jailer who came to report that day passing by, and the jailer greeted him, but Zhang Mao just nodded.

Zhang Mao took a few steps, stopped suddenly, turned around and pulled the jailer to a secluded place, and said in a low voice: "What are the symptoms of that skin painting, you can talk about it." ”

The jailer elaborated on the symptoms of dermatilization.

Zhang Mao quietly let the jailer leave, walked back quickly, and found Luo Lao Er of the Yingfu Third Team again, and then made a detour, and then pretended to take a photo, and carefully observed Luo Lao Er's eyes.

The whites of the eyes are slightly dark, and the boundary between the pupil and the whites of the eyes is cloudy and blurred.

"There's a problem!"

Zhang Mao strolled away, and when the people of the third team of Yingfu walked away, he quickened his pace, came to the street patrol team, and found the captain Ai Zongwu.

"Captain, there is a problem with one of the three teams of Yingfu! That is true...... Yesterday, Luo Lao Er looked normal, but today he didn't eat, and his movements were stiff, and he couldn't even laugh...... I took one last look in his eyes and was sure that he must have been painted! ”

Ai Zongwu pondered for a moment and said, "Go, you follow me to observe secretly." ”

The two secretly observed Luo Lao Er and returned to the street patrol team.

"Captain, am I right?" Zhang Maodao.

"Yes, that's right. It's weird, why is there a demon cultivator who uses skin painting in the town? Never heard of it before. The old night guard said that the main purpose of the skin painting technique is to hide the identity of the demon cultivator......"

The two looked at each other, and their eyes flashed.

Ai Zongwu said again: "The mayor of the town has ordered three times and five times to strictly investigate the demon cultivation, but there is a skin painting technique, which is interesting." Regardless of whether that demon cultivator is his own person or not, this matter is not something we can call the shots. Let's go, go and follow me to Mr. Fu. Mr. Xinfu is also a disciple of the mayor of the town, and he will definitely not face the King of Chu or the three teams of Yingfu, I told him that I would tell my sister that he would never hide it. If the three teams of Yingfu are fine, it will be fine, if there is something, the credit lies with you and me. ”

"Captain, you are doing the right thing, those who can use the skin painting technique are at least medium-grade demon cultivators, we can't compete with them. In case it is a disciple of the mayor of the town or another high-grade demon cultivator, and there is an oolong, the board will not be able to hit you, and you will scold me at most. ”

"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer, go."

The two of them found the new Mr. Ren Fu together and told him in detail what happened, and Ai Zongwu deliberately said that he would go back to Shangshan to find his sister tonight.

Mr. Fu put a hat on his head, covered his face with a white veil hanging down, nodded, and said, "I know, I will report this matter to the master." ”

When Ai Zongwu left, Mr. Fu's fingers tapped lightly on the table, thinking quietly.

The conflict between the three teams of Yingfu and the street patrol team, he knows, there is friction between the two, which is a good thing for him, so that both sides will win themselves together.

(End of chapter)