At that time, this 'fine' weasel was wiping the dust on the table and stool with a rag.

Zheng Junli stabbed over, and the weasel was shocked to realize that he was quick to dodge.

When the weasel saw that the situation was not good, he was about to jump out of the window, but fortunately, Jiang had a prediction too late, and went to the window in advance to close the window and block the weasel.

The weasel hit the glass headlong and was bounced to the ground, his head dazed.

Zheng Junli's hands were quick, and he hurriedly picked up the wooden basin next to the bed and held the weasel deadly.

"Finally caught!" Jiang Buwan smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang didn't kneel down late, leaned over, and looked at the wooden basin.

Zheng Junli lifted the wooden basin slightly, leaving a gap.

Jiang Buwan tilted his head, his cheeks were almost leaning on the ground, and the weasel in the wooden basin had not yet recovered his senses, and was lying on his stomach and paralyzed.

As a modern person, this is the first time he has seen a creature like a weasel with his own eyes.

A pointed scorched black mouth, round plush ears, and a yellow body, a little interesting.

"Bang bang—" The weasel came to his senses and resisted, raising his paws and dancing wildly, making the tub thump.

Jiang Buwan was startled, and immediately straightened up his waist and covered his face. Its claws are sharp, and when caught, it can easily be disfigured.

Zheng Junli pressed the wooden basin, and no longer dared to leave a gap for it.

This weasel, looking small in size, but very strong, Zheng Junli pressed the wooden basin, and there was always the illusion that it would scratch the wood in the next second and escape from it.

Jiang Fei was not too late, and also pressed his hand on the wooden basin.

After a while, the weasel quieted down.

The two of them were relieved, both raised their eyes, their eyes overlapped, and smiled lightly.

At this time, Tang Jian arrived home from work, and the food on the table was still steaming.

"Officer Zheng, what are you doing?"

As soon as Tang Jian entered, he saw Zheng Junli and Jiang Buwan kneeling on the ground, as if they were snatching his footbath.

"Tang Jian, we have caught that 'snail girl'!" Jiang Buwan raised his head and said with a smile.

"So fast?" When Tang Jian heard this, he was overjoyed. "Where?"

"In this tub." Zheng Junli glanced at the wooden basin under his hand and gestured.

"Huh?" Tang Jian was a little surprised. "Don't you say it's an evil thing? A footbasin caught it? ”

"Footbath?"

"Footbath?"

Jiang Bu and Zheng Junli looked at each other.

"I'll see what it is." Tang Jian walked to Zheng Junli's side, and Zheng Junli lifted the wooden basin slightly.

"Bang bang—" The weasel guessed that it was because he saw the light and was contrived again.

It stuck its claws out of the cracks, and out of nowhere, a strange force came from it, and it actually lifted the wooden basin. It opened its short fingers, showed sharp claws, and pounced on Zheng Junli in front of it.

Zheng Junli estimated that he wanted to catch it, so he didn't dodge.

But the weasel's claws were sharp, and he was about to hurt Zheng Junli when he looked at it, so Jiang Fei was too late to hurriedly push Zheng Junli away.

Zheng Junli sat down on the ground, and the weasel jumped out of his head, and when he was about to go out, he put a very smelly fart into the house.

The crowd pinched their noses, got up, and hurried out the door.

"This weasel is really lacking in virtue." Jiang Buwan muttered.

The three chased out of the low building, but Tang Jian was stopped at the door by a man dressed in the clothes of an army green postman.

"Hey, I've got something." Tang Jian saw Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli running farther and farther, and his heart was impatient.

"It's me, Martha Postman!" The postman Ma took out Tang Jian's letter from the envelope and threw it into his arms.

Tang Jian instinctively bent his arm and caught the letter.

"The letter from your hometown, which is said to be important, will be delivered to you by hand." Ma Postman said.

"An important letter?" Tang Jian looked puzzled.

What important letters can be sent from my hometown?

"Alright, the letter has been delivered, I'll go first. If you want to reply, the old place. The postman dropped the sentence and turned away.

Tang Jian stood in place, lowered his head and opened the envelope, slowly pulling out and unfolding the letter inside.

"Little nephew Tang. Your father fell into the ditch while working, and he died, and your mother couldn't stand it, and fainted when she heard the news, and the doctor said it was not good to wake up, so you should come back and take care of the aftermath. ”

The letter is short and concise in just three lines.

It's as simple as three lines of words to write life and death.

Tang Jianshi was in place, his hands holding the letter paper trembling slightly.

He didn't want to believe it.

But the handwriting on this letter paper is clearly the handwriting of the ghostwriter in his hometown village.

Jiang Buwan and Zheng Junli chased the weasel for a long time, and finally ran into the dense forest behind the horse camp.

Zheng Junli leaned over, picked up a stone casually, and threw it at the weasel.

"Click-" The weasel fell.

Zheng Junli gasped, strode forward, and picked up the weasel.

"You can really run."

Jiang Buwan was out of breath, she held her waist, staggered forward, and helplessly glanced at Huang Daxian who was dancing with her teeth and claws.

Jiang didn't bow down late and looked at Huang Daxian at eye level. "If you really become a refinement, then take on a human form, so that we can talk."

The weasel was still struggling, not taking Jiang Butai's words to heart at all.

"Okay, okay. It's okay not to change your human form, so you keep saying something, okay? Why do you go to people's homes and do that? You can scare people enough. Jiang Bu pinched the weasel's ears, and actually enjoyed some of the happiness of petting the cat.

Huang Daxian still didn't answer.

"It'...... Is it really a sperm? Zheng Junli asked cautiously.

"Should...... Presumably. Jiang Butai scratched the back of his head. If it doesn't become a fine product, how can it cook and clean? ”

"Ugh."

After reading the letter, Tang Jian looked for it in the direction where Zheng Junli and Jiang Buwan ran just now.

"Let it go." Tang Jian sighed.

Jiang was confused. Wasn't Tang Jian still scared because of the sudden appearance of the 'snail girl' at home? Why are you willing to let it go without asking anything clearly?

"Did something happen?" Zheng Junli saw that Tang Jian's face was different, and the whole person's spirit seemed to be taken away, so he couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"I've had a lot of trouble in my family, and I'm going to go to the police department tomorrow to resign. Alas, I went back to my hometown. Tang Jian said truthfully.

Before receiving the letter, Tang Jian was afraid of the 'snail girl'.

But when he read the letter, in addition to the grief of losing his loved ones, he also had many regrets.

His father died and his mother was seriously ill, and he would definitely take support for his old mother first in the future, and I am afraid that he will never have the opportunity to come to Jincheng again.

When Tang Jian thought of this, he had no fear of the 'snail girl', but a little nostalgia.

Because he was about to leave here, what Jincheng gave him, whether it was the joy of finally becoming a policeman, the sadness of being powerless and difficult to promote, or the fear of encountering 'evil things', he couldn't take it away.

Everything here was destined to be sealed in his memories at the age of twenty-five.

"Change? Is there anything I can help with? Zheng Junli did not ask Tang Jian in detail what had happened, but only hoped that he would not be ashamed to accept their help.

Tang Jian shook his head when he heard this.

"Officer Zheng, although you have only been in the Police Division for a short time, you are the best boss for me in the Police Division. It's good enough for me, a country boy, to dare to make jokes once in a while. That's enough. It's a pity that I won't have a chance to be your subordinate in the future. Tang Jian walked up to Zheng Junli and bowed to Zheng Junli sincerely.

Zheng Junli said in a deep voice. He deserved it.

Tang Jian lowered his head and took Huang Daxian in Zheng Junli's hand, and then half-squatted down and gently put Huang Daxian on the barren grass.

"Let's go. Whether you are evil or not, I am very grateful to you for washing my clothes, cooking for me, and taking care of my daily life during this time. However, don't run away to scare people in the future, it's really scary. Tang Jian said, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and his voice trembled slightly.

The weasel listened to Tang Jian quietly, but he didn't run away or struggle, which was very different from his previous appearance of opening his teeth and dancing his claws.

The weasel seemed to understand Tang Jian's words, she raised her small palms, combed the hair around her ears, and described her movements as like a woman who arranges her sideburns.

Tang Jian was slightly startled, his expression was stagnant, and after a long time, he squeezed out one word in his mouth: "Mother." ”

"Mother?"

"Mother?" Jiang Butai and Zheng Junli were dumbfounded.

Why did Tang Jian shout at a weasel?

Tang Jian rubbed his eyes. Why does this Huang Daxian'er describe his mother's actions so much?

Jiang was not too late to suddenly realize.

"Tang Jian, you just said that there was an accident in your family, perhaps, that change is related to your mother?" Jiang asked him no later.

Tang Jian raised his head, hesitant not knowing how to answer, but his frightened look had already told Jiang Butai the answer.

"Did your mother get sick, or did she die?" Jiang asked again without a long time.

"What happened to the weasel has something to do with the Tang family's accident?" Zheng Junli didn't know anything about the zodiac, so he couldn't find a connection between the two.

"My mother was sick. Because my father died unexpectedly, my mother was ill and needed me to go back to take care of her, so I had to resign....." Tang Jian finally said.

"I've seen it in ancient books. If a person who is sick or unconscious thinks deeply about a person in his heart, his soul will leave his body and travel through thousands of mountains and rivers to come to the person he is thinking about. Jiang said without delay. He even attaches himself to a small animal and meets and gets along with the person he misses. ”

When Tang Jian heard this, his nose was sore, and then his tears burst into tears, covering his face and crying bitterly. "The parents are here, and the children are not far away. It's me who is not filial. ”

Wong Tai Sin sat down, tilted his head to look at the crying Tang Jian, and let out a 'click' sound from his mouth.

Zheng Junli stepped forward, patted Tang Jian's shoulder, and said to him, "It's not your fault. You are not unfilial. You're just trying to live your life. No one wants anything to happen. ”

"The geist is gone, your mother must have been in the weasel's body for a long time." Jiang Buwan looked at Huang Daxian'er, feeling that Tang Jian's mother had forgotten her original identity a little. "If this continues, your mother's soul may stay in the weasel's body forever."

Tang Jian put down his hands, the tears in his eyes were uncontrollable, his eyelids were swollen, he raised his eyes and asked Jiang Butai: "Mrs. Zheng, in that ancient book you read, is there a way to separate my mother's soul from a weasel?" My mother can't be trapped in a weasel's body all the time! ”

When Tang Jian said this, his emotions collapsed again, he hid his face and cried bitterly, almost unable to breathe.

"Don't worry too much, although there is no way to leave the soul in the classics, as long as you find a way to evoke your mother's feelings and memories, she will leave the weasel body by herself." Jiang Buwan unloaded the Taoist tube he was carrying behind him. "Don't worry, I'll let your mother's soul go back to where it belongs."

Jiang Buwan hugged the Taoist love cylinder in his arms, held the bamboo board in his left hand, and patted the lard skin covering the bottom of the Taoist love tube with his right hand.

This song is affectionate, full of ears, such as crying and complaining, such as resentment.

'The wandering soul is a thousand miles, how to think about it?'

Thousands of miles away, thinking thousands of degrees.

How do you think about sorrow? '

With a wisp of soul gone, the weasel returned to normal, jumping into the depths of the woods.

"Huh?" Tang Jian couldn't see the soul, he could only see the weasel fleeing, and it was difficult to catch him.

Tang Jian was about to pursue it regardless of it, but was stopped by Zheng Junli.

Zheng Junli shook his head at Tang Jian, signaling him to rest assured that Jiang was not too late.

Jiang Buwan continued to play the music, and continued to awaken feelings and memories for the wandering soul.

As a first-time mother, she became pregnant in October and gave birth to a child in severe pain.

When the child was one year old, he was babbling, and his little hands were tender and thin, and he looked extremely fragile, but he firmly grasped his fingers, which had become rough from work.

When the child was ten years old, he entered a private school to study, and almost used up his family's savings, and it was the age when he was naughty and disgusting, and his discipline seemed to be extremely inadequate.

When the child is eighteen years old, he is sensible and reasonable, and he has not read books in vain, but he has endless curiosity about the outside world.

When the child was twenty years old, he finally couldn't help it and wanted to go to a bigger world. He was like a kite with a broken string, uprooted from his homeland. Even if I was worried that he would not be able to take care of himself outside, I was helpless and helpless.

When my child was twenty-five years old, I was over half a hundred years old, struggling to make ends meet, and occasionally received letters from my children from afar, but because I was illiterate, I had to go to the village entrance in a low voice to ask my husband to help relay them.

Life is a reverse journey, the white horse passes through the gap, and it is just in a trance.

The music stops.

Jiang Buwan put away the Taoist tube and carefully put it back on his back.

Jiang Buwan lowered his head, and the things on his back seemed to suddenly weigh a thousand pounds.

The glimmer of geisms that floated out of the weasel's body fluttered away, and a bright light appeared on the grass not far away.

"How's it going? What about my mother? Tang Jian saw that Jiang was not too late to put away the Taoist tube, and hurriedly approached and asked.

"It's safe to go back. When you return to your hometown, take good care of your mother. Your mother should still have a chance to wake up. Jiang Buwan said to Tang Jian.

"Good, good, good." Tang Jian's eyes were wet, and he said three good words in a row.

"That's .....," Zheng Junli noticed the light on the grass.

Jiang Bu slowly approached, carefully lifting the lamp. This lamp is about a foot high, and its bottom is a square bucket, which is like a place, and a circular canopy in its center is like a week. The book has the sacred words of the stars.

"Bucket lanterns." Jiang lost his mind not late.

This time, she didn't kill demons and demons, nor did she kill ghosts and ask for punishment.

However, he still got the Fighting Lantern Weapon.