"I crossed over here, trapped by the identity of the prostitute in the painting boat, and the two days I spent at the police station were the two most sober I have been in the past two years. I am Zhuo Feibai, a student of the 21st century, not Zhuo Feibai, a prostitute in the painting boat. Jiang is not too late, what about you? Are you the little goddess Jiang of the 21st century, or the young grandmother Jiang of the Zheng family? ”

"Of course, I am not too late for the twenty-first century." Jiang Buchi said without hesitation.

"Oh?" Zhuo Feibai raised his head and looked at Jiang Buwan, there seemed to be a hint of playfulness and ridicule in his eyes. "If you weren't the eldest lady of the Poyuan Gang, the young grandmother of the Zheng family, then why should you enjoy the worries of her relatives and the love of her husband with peace of mind?"

"Or else? Shut out all good intentions? Jiang Buwan's face didn't have any expression that Zhuo Feibai wanted to see, she was too calm.

"Do you really have a clear conscience? Everything you have now shouldn't have been yours! It's you dove occupying the magpie's nest! "What Zhuo Feibai hates most about Jiang Butai is that he will never be able to see the reaction he wants to see in her.

The loneliness of her youth did not defeat her, nor did the cold words of others.

Zhuo Feibai couldn't guess whether Jiang Butai really wouldn't be sad, or if his acting skills were very good, and he covered up all his negative emotions seamlessly.

"Did you come here unexpectedly and become Zhuo Feibai on the painting boat, and also a dove occupying the magpie's nest? Should the hardships you have experienced in the past two years be yours? Jiang Butai asked Zhuo Feibai rhetorically.

Zhuo Fei was speechless.

"The way of heaven is constant, not for Yao's survival, not for ruin, blessings and good deeds, and there is a fixed number. I think there must be a reason why I came here by chance. Jiang Buwan looked down at her hands, she remembered vividly the situation when she killed the female ghost and the peach blossom demon in the painting boat, and the feeling of breaking through the shackles to kill the demon and destroy the ghost made her ...... Unforgettable.

"What about Zheng Junli?" Zhuo Feibai suddenly spoke. "You look at him very differently. He is the husband of the Republic of China. ”

"Yes, I have a crush on Zheng Junli." Jiang Butai admitted frankly. "I don't know how long I can stay here, so I'm happy to see him."

Don't wait for the old branches to look at the flowers.

Anyway, in Zheng Junli's eyes, she has been the same Jiang from beginning to end, and even if the soul in this body is transformed again in the future, he will not find out.

"Huh." Zhuo Feibai sneered when he heard this. "Don't look at the peach blossom demon who loves the brain, how miserable the ending is."

Jiang Buwan chuckled lightly and said lightly: "It's not that everything is called a love brain. ”

Jiang Buwan walked to Zhuo Feibai's side, and Gu Zi rolled up her sleeve to check. "I'm here today to see how the sealing technique on your body is going."

Most thaumaturgical backlash starts from the limbs, and then gradually extends to the heart, and when the heart is back-eaten, it is the time when Zhuo Fei is demonized, endured the demonic attack, bursts and dies.

Jiang didn't know that the backlash of the sealing technique could make Zhuo Feibai live for a few more days at most.

It could only be judged by the black lines that grew on her arms.

The long inky black threads attached to the inside of Zhuo Fei's white arm, stretching from the palm of her hand to where her pulse was beating.

"It doesn't seem like a lot of time has been given to me." Jiang is not too late to look at the growth rate of this black line, at most two months, Zhuo Feibai will definitely die. "Zheng Junli said that he would help you get out on bail pending trial, and I don't know if you can live until the day of the trial. But luckily, at least you'll be free until you die, and you won't have to stay in jail. ”

Zhuo Feibai shook off Jiang Buwan's hand and pulled his arm back. "Cut."

"I'm leaving. I'll get you covered. Before I find a way to send you out of this era, settle down. Don't stay in the Republic of China and can't hold back your temperament, to bully and bully others. Jiang Buwan lightly left these two sentences, and then turned around and left without hesitation.

As for Zhuo Feibai's expression in the end, Jiang could guess what it looked like without looking at it too late, probably annoyed and angry.

In the evening, Zheng Junli and Tang Jian both got off work.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli followed Tang Jian back to his cheap rental house in Zhima Camp as promised.

The Stopa Camp is just a short distance south of the Police Division.

The camp is hidden in the downtown area, hidden behind the various Roman buildings on the side of the street, and it is really dilapidated wrapped in prosperity.

After Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli entered the small building of Zhima Camp, they probably understood why the rent here was cheap.

There are a lot of people here, and there are people of all professions.

A rickshaw driver in a sackcloth vest, a strong man who works as a thug in Wulelin, and a woman who makes a living in the leather and meat business.....

Most of the buildings here have been corroded by wind and rain for many years, green terraces have grown on the stone walls, deep cracks in the stone steps, and the garbage contained in the stone enclosure has long been piled up, and no one has come to clean it up.

Tang Jian took Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli through the narrow walkway, and turned into a low-rise building with a small courtyard on the second floor.

A drain faucet stands in the yard for tenants to wash. The house is surrounded on three sides, whether it is the first floor or the second floor, and when you look up, there are dense and slightly decaying wooden doors.

If one person rents a room, based on the density of the door, the tenant behind the door may use less than 20 square meters.

There is a dry toilet at the easternmost end of the first floor, which is supposed to be shared by all the tenants in this house. Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli couldn't see the scene inside the dry toilet, but the smell of feces coming out of there lingered around everyone, making people hold their breath, so they didn't dare to imagine the scene there.

Jiang Butai was not very surprised to see this. After all, even in the 21st century, there are many people who can't even afford to rent a 20-square-meter house, let alone a hundred years ago now.

Some people, born and put in prison. This has been true since ancient times.

However, Zheng Junli seemed to be very surprised.

Zheng Junli has been in Jincheng since he was two years old, but he has never set foot in the Zhima camp. The cheap rents in the camp seem to be inferior to the dormitory he lived in when he was at the Hubei Military Academy, or even the marching tent he set up when he was out fighting. At least in the marching tent, there would not be such a bad smell.

"Haha." Tang Jian stretched out his hand and waved the air in front of him, as if he had swept away the smell. He laughed dryly, and then said, "My room is on the second floor, let me take you two to take a look?" It's good to go to the second floor, the second floor doesn't smell so bad. ”

Tang Jian strode up the stone steps, followed the stairs, and climbed to the corridor on the second floor. The masonry and concrete railing on the side of the corridor was covered with clothes, but for some reason, it was still mixed with the smell of fermented sweat.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli followed Tang Jian's steps, and after walking for a long time, they finally stopped in front of a door.

Tang Jian took out the key, opened the door, and a wet and musty smell leaked out.

"I haven't been back for a few days, and it's smelling a little stuffy. The door would be open for a while. Tang Jian scratched his head embarrassedly. His room was sunny, and he couldn't get the sun, and the humidity was heavy, and it smelled musty when it was stuffy.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli entered the house.

Tang Jian's house has an unobstructed view.

A single bed, a square dining table, a low wardrobe, and nothing else.

Jiang Buwan looked at the empty dining table, raised his head and asked Tang Jian, "Didn't you say that every night there will be a prepared dish and a soup on the table?" Why not today? ”

"yes, why not today? Maybe because I hadn't been home for days, the ghost couldn't scare anyone, so he ran away? Tang Jian didn't know very well.

Zheng Junli slowly walked to the window and reached out to fiddle with the locked window. With a "creak", the small strip locked the window was easily twisted by Zheng Junli. Zheng Junli pushed open the window, and a gust of evening breeze suddenly hit the house.

"Didn't you say that the lock of the window is broken and the window can't be opened?" Zheng Junli turned around, his puzzled head tilted slightly.

"Huh? It's weird. Tang Jian's brows furrowed higher than the mountain for a moment. He walked briskly to the window and locked it. The locked window was twisted as usual, and it was not broken at all, and even the traces of the original lock window squeezing on the window lattice were gone.

"Before, you said that the evil creature would cook for you, put it on the table, and wait for you to come back and eat. But I don't think you have a stove in this house...... How do you cook and eat? Zheng Junli asked Tang Jiandao.

"Ah, come with me." Tang Jian led Zheng Junli and Jiang Buwan to the balcony railing outside the door, and then raised his hand and pointed to the easternmost room on the first floor.

"Look over there, that room is the kitchen, and there are two stoves in it, and we usually cook there." Tang Jian said.

"So many people, do you share that one kitchen and two stoves?" Zheng Junli stared, this matter seemed to be a bit beyond his cognition.

"yes. Since there are only two stoves and there are many people who have to cook, tenants often quarrel over the right to use the stove during meals. Tang Jian replied.

"That's the problem. How did that evil creature cook for you without anyone noticing? Jiang Buwan smiled bitterly.

Zheng Junli also happened to be about to say this.

"Officer Zheng, Mrs. Zheng." Tang Jian suddenly grabbed Zheng Junli's arm. "Otherwise, you can squat here tomorrow afternoon and see how that evil creature hides from others and cooks for me?"

"Shall we squatting here? What about you? Jiang Butai wondered.

"I have to go to work in the police department. Skipping work is subject to deductions. Tang Jian said.

He is just a little police officer, and deducting a little money is making his life worse. But Zheng Junli is different, no one will care if he skips work or not, even if he goes out, everyone will only think that he is going to the field.

"Why do I think you're a 'poor dagger' now?" Jiang Buchi touched his chin and looked at Tang Jiandao.