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"Get out!"

The backyard of Xiaoshui Mansion.

Xing caught the head and fled in a hurry in the official hall of the county order.

There was a clenching sentence on the ass.

"If you can't solve the case within five days, this official has pulled out your skin!"

But just out of the yard, he put away his embarrassed appearance, straightened his chest and concave belly, and picked up the majestic and calm style of the chief head catcher of Xiaoshui County.

And next to it, the catchers who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly gathered around, even if it was a gossip.

"What does the county say?"

"Didn't you listen? Solve the case in five days. ”

"Heh, the temper of the county lord is getting more and more impatient. ”

"Can you not be in a hurry? Early this morning, Xuezheng, the king of the north of the city, and the east of the city Zhang ...... I suffered a scourge last night, and I took turns handing over the post to the master. ”

"That can't be poured out on us...... We're on the head. ”

After a lot of worry, whining, and noise.

"In my opinion, it is impossible to solve a case. Or ......" A certain official hesitated for a moment, and came up with a bad idea. "Let's arrest Li Daoren first, and give the adults the right to dissipate their anger?"

When these words came out, there was silence in the field.

Bo Ziyu, who had been silent before, frowned and was about to speak, when Xing Zhutou flew over with a roll of his eyes.

"How? Who's going to catch you?"

The official suddenly died down, but the head catcher clenched and scolded unceremoniously:

"Then Li Xuanxiao can get the ghost-faced man to run from the east of the city to the west of the city, he is obviously a more difficult character, will he obediently wait for you to catch him?

"What's the matter, you think your head is too stable on your neck?"

After this messy scolding, the depression from the county order was also vented.

Lao Xing snorted a few times, then took out a money bag from his arms and handed it to the old man in the office.

"Eleven brothers were killed and wounded last night, and you take one cent of the money. There are fewer injuries, so that they can recuperate at home and not rush out to do things. If you die, give it to your family, and if you have any difficulties, come back and tell me. ”

The catcher quickly sang a promise and weighed the money bag in his hand.

"Pension?"

Lao Xing sneered, and the catchers suddenly understood.

Regardless of whether it is sincere or false, the words of "yamen stingy", "head-catching and high-righteousness", and "willing to go to the soup for the leader" all poured out.

"Stop, stop me. ”

Xing Zhutou knows too well what these people are, and occasionally listens to them fart, but who can stand being surrounded by a group of people and farting?

He scolded again on the spot.

"Shao Teniang's nonsense, if you really have a heart, you can catch the ghost-faced man for me. Aren't you all greedy for those 100 taels? Okay, the old man just said that if you catch the ghost-faced man in five days, the bounty can be doubled. ”

The catchers just giggled, but no one took this stubble.

Before last night, they were still a little cautious. But after last night, the prison that had become a ruin and a few pools of pus and blood had already sent some greed out of my heart.

Or is it the old saying, when you eat food on an errand, you can take your little life into it?

Seeing this, Xing Zhutou was clear in his heart, and sent the gang away in three or two sentences, leaving only his nephew Bo Ziyu.

"Uncle. Bo Ziyu was worried, "This case is ......"

Xing Zhutou shook his head.

"Do your best. ”

"But how can the county minister explain it?"

"Phew. ”

Lao Xing immediately took a sip.

"The iron-clad official of the yamen and flowing water, he has the ability to get down to me. Without my Lao Xing, what else can the yamen do?!"

At the end, he sighed and looked at the direction of the lively Bacchus kiln.

"Hopefully...... Well, at least tonight is safe. ”

............

The strange appearance of the manifestation of the ghost in the prison, the awe-inspiring killing of the murderous machine in the lamp market, and the paralyzed pus and blood buried under the ruins.

These three are like throwing stones into the water, and the waves set off spread throughout Xiaoshui City in a blink of an eye, causing discussions everywhere in the streets and alleys, attic wells.

However, it is also like throwing a stone at water. Come fast and go fast.

In the past day, the waves have gradually subsided, and there are not even a few ripples to be seen.

Stay until sunset and moonrise.

The lanterns were lit up again at the Long Street Painting Boat.

People gathered together again with joy and excitement, and everywhere there was a peaceful appearance of singing and dancing, like monsters, murderers, and dead people...... All of them only exist in the gossip of the day, it is a little bedtime story of childhood, and the horror is enough, but it is false, and it does not change the harmony of the city, let alone the joy of the festival.

Li Changan walked through it, only feeling in a trance, and absurd.

Therefore, although this ancient lamp market is a rare and novel experience for Li Changan, he was in a strange mood, and after a while, he simply left and went back to the store by himself.

......

Because of the flow of people, they all converged on the light market.

So how lively the lamp market is, how deserted the Didian is.

When the Taoist priest returned, there was no one around, not even the shopkeeper and their little niece, who were probably still wandering the streets.

At this time, the courtyard is empty.

The moon reflects the vine, and the wind sends a fragrance.

With such a good day, it is time to do something to make people feel comfortable.

For example, donkey.

So, the Taoist priest dragged the big green donkey who was sleeping in the circle to the courtyard, stuffed a few pieces of cakes that he bought for supper, and then gave it a refreshing cold shower with cold well water.

Finally.

Feeling that the interest was exhausted, he stuffed it back into the circle again, left the donkey's "excited" "ahh

But I just pushed the door open a crack.

The Taoist priest's feet froze, and the tiredness on his face was suddenly put away.

Subsequently.

He quietly pushed the door in, locked the latch, lit the oil lamp, and Shi Shiran sat at the table, but his eyes glanced at a table in the corner.

On the desk, incense and candles curl, the head is dedicated to the ancestor of the Sanqing, next to the marshal of the Xuantan, and there is a sword box in front, and on the table under the sword box, there are fine fresh scratches scattered in the form of scattering.

Of course, this is not Li Changan's idle and bored self-drawing, this is actually caused by the sword qi that escaped after the flying sword embryo was alarmed.

The Taoist priest retracted his gaze, took out a few oil-paper packets from his sleeve, opened them, and put them on the table, but they were some preserved fruit snacks.

"This is the candied fruit and dim sum bought by Poor Dao in the night market, and the taste is acceptable, especially this purple carrot cake, which is made of local materials and has a unique flavor to eat. ”

Let's talk about it.

Take out two teacups and fill them one by one.

"The wind is cold in the high places, if you don't dislike it, you might as well come down and drink a cup of hot tea. ”

That's it.

Listen to the clothes flying.

A red dress fell.