Poking his head out of the tunnel, Zhao Wu'an only saw a piece of gold.

He tilted his head back, only to realize that it was the back of a Buddha. Looking around, the clay wooden Buddha had moved a foot forward, and below it was an iron plate covered with yellow banners.

The exit is the Land Temple, which can be regarded as proof of what Zhao Wu'an said before, they really got out of the worship table, and they don't know how to open the mechanism.

Zhao Wu'an turned out the exit, the other three were already waiting in the front hall, An Guangmao sat on the ground and breathed, An Qing looked at the crack in the door, Su Qinghe still held the iron chain that bound the green ghost tightly in his hand, glanced at Zhao Wu'an, and asked, "Have you found a way to restore the original state?"

Zhao Wu'an shook his head.

Su Qinghe frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart. This trip to handle the case was also the first time he had been alone since he was promoted to the chief officer, and after finding out the cause and effect of the Land Temple case, he immediately guessed that there was something underground. I planned to lead the team to the grave and find out the murderer back, which can be regarded as a great achievement, and I can record a middle grade, but I didn't expect to be robbed of the limelight by this unknown layman. Even if this mechanism can't be opened from the outside, then it is impossible for this green ghost to kill three teenagers with the motive of trespassing on the ancient tomb. In other words, the truth is contrary to his inference, and there must be something else hidden in the case.

An Qing had been tinkering at the door for a long time, and reluctantly turned around and said, "I can't open it." ”

Zhao Wuan was helpless: "I said a long time ago, this is the back door of the ancient tomb, and it can't be opened from the inside." ”

"Are we going to be trapped inside?" asked Su Qinghe.

Zhao Wu'an shrugged. I was seeing the light of day again, but I didn't expect that there would be a difficulty in the end.

However, before the awkward atmosphere could spread, the door suddenly slammed inward. Several people looked out suspiciously, only to see a middle-aged man with his hair trapped into a bun, his beard was messy, and he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, murderous.

An Qing looked embarrassed: "...... Uncle Kong?"

Standing at the door was the deceased Kong Xiu's biological father Kong Baisang, who was furious at the moment, and when he saw An Qing, he threw away the knife like a collapse, and sat at the door of the Land Temple and cried, howling earth-shattering.

A big man suddenly cried so unimposingly, in fact, everyone understood what was going on in their hearts. The sudden tragic death of the beloved son who has been raised for more than ten years is unacceptable to anyone, and it is natural for the wife to complain about her husband in addition to grief. was provoked like this, and his angry words also became very true, but I was afraid that Father Kong would immediately want to raise a knife to seek revenge and chop the murderer who killed his son into pulp. The sorrow of losing a son, the anger and fear of the murderer, and the coldness of fate all hit the heart, and few people can remain calm at such a time.

In the Land Temple, the green ghost tilted his head, and there was a rare surge of sadness in his eyes. Outside the Land Temple, a man who was already a young man was crying like a three-year-old child.

An Qing took two steps forward and stretched out her hand to put it on Kong Baisang's shoulder, "Uncle also asks for condolences, Xiu Ji and An Qing are also friends, An Qing will do her best to find out the real culprit and let Xiu Ji rest in peace." ”

Zhao Wu'an clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name: "Amitabha." ”

Su Qinghe raised his right hand, originally wanting to bring the green ghost to Father Kong and point him as the murderer. The hand was about to move, but it was firmly held down. Lowering his head, Zhao Wu'an, who had originally put his palms together, had put down his left hand and held him down quietly.

Su Qinghe's eyes flashed with anger, and he whispered, "What do you want to do?"

"Do you really think he's the murderer?"

Su Qinghe snorted, "Even if there is no evidence, he is the only one in the entire ancient tomb who has the suspicion and time, and he also has the physical conditions to kill people, isn't it?"

Zhao Wu'an turned his head with a complicated expression: "Only he is possible, so it's him? It's just that because he's late, it's a late departure?"

Su Qinghe's heart trembled: "You ......"

What Zhao Wu'an said, he couldn't understand it better.

That was his grandfather's past. My grandfather had been calculating for thirteen years to win a battle, and at the last moment, the army was only fifteen miles away from the city where the enemy's command was located, and 30,000 men were waiting for a reinforcement. When reinforcements arrive, the army can be mobilized, break through the city, and make an immortal achievement.

Reinforcements arrived three hours late. Three hours was enough for the warlike Liao to bury 30,000 people.

The decisive battle that entrusts his grandfather's life's work is gone. After that, my grandfather had no ambition, and he never saw the friend who led the reinforcements to the battlefield again for more than 20 years, and finally died of depression.

"Someone asked me to send you the first word," Zhao Wu'an walked out the door, not looking at Kong Baisang, who was kneeling and crying, "The name of the word card is Magpie Tazhi." The opening sentence is, who has been idle for a long time. ”

Every time spring comes, the melancholy is still there. I am often sick with wine before spending every day, and I dare to resign from the mirror.

Su Qinghe stood in place in a daze.

The early spring days are cool.

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Zhao Wu'an, who returned to Qingdi Township, rode back to the donkey, and after some stalking of the An family's father and daughter, he successfully tricked An Guangmao into opening a guest room for him to rest. After all, this was also the benefit of going down the mountain at the beginning.

An Qing didn't want to get along with this shameless guy more, but An Guangmao sent him to the residence in the backyard, afraid that he wouldn't understand anything when he first arrived, so he checked the guest room carefully before standing at the door and saying goodbye.

Zhao Wuan said goodbye with a smile, and added a sentence at the end: "Mr. An is not curious?"

In a word, all kinds of secrets on his body, just as far as An Guangmao saw it, were enough to arouse strong curiosity. In the face of this smart but not self-proclaimed smart descendant, An Guangmao did not sell Guanzi: "If you say too much, you will lose." At this age, you know what to be curious about and what not to be curious about. ”

Zhao Wu'an rubbed the tea cup in the guest room and said with a smile: "It seems that I am the one who should not be." ”

Zhao Jushi was deeply hidden, and An was deeply admired. This is from the heart, An Guangmao swears, and it doesn't sound like a lie.

Zhao Wu'an restrained his smile and said, "That green ghost, I still hope that Mr. will take care of it more." According to the shallow view of no peace, the real murderer is someone else. ”

An Guangmao pondered for a moment and nodded solemnly.

Zhao Wu'an watched An Guangmao leave, then closed the door and sat in the room for a long time. Until the sun was sinking in the west, he was shrouded in thick shadows, and he still did not light the oil lamp.

The strange entrance to the top of the stone chamber, the many huge pottery urns, the green ghosts in the tomb, the abrupt chains, the sloping tunnels, and the fine pieces of cloth in the cracks of the blue bricks. Judging from the time, several days have passed since their disappearance, but according to An Guangmao's statement on the way down the mountain, judging from the freshness of the corpses, they died no more than a day at most.

This is where the most suspicious place is. As for the old farmer who witnessed the corpse for the first time, he has reached the age of antiquity, and he is staggering when he walks, let alone carrying the corpses of three people and throwing them.

If there were no accomplices, it was also quite strange how a person could move the body of a teenager out of the ancient tomb.

Thinking about it, it seems that in the end, all the clues still point to the green ghost. Zhao Wu'an sighed and stopped thinking about these complicated events. Turning his head to look out the window, it was already dark, and he closed his eyes for a moment, and he didn't notice anyone moving in the courtyard. Zhao Wu'an calmed down and opened his mouth to call softly:

"Poppies, pulsatillas, magpies, Su Musha, Bodhisattvas, and mulberry picking. ”

With each call, a sword flew out of the sword box in front of him. After six sounds, six flying swords hung in the air, trembling slightly. The longest was no more than two feet long, and the shortest was only nine inches. The sword roared slightly, and the streamer swirled quietly. There is a tacit understanding between each other, like a close friend.

The six swords have different forms, just like six stories and six old people.

Zhao Wu'an muttered to himself: "Zhao Wu'an, Zhao Wu'an, martial arts is not a smooth road, but you can't come in a hurry." ”

With a thought, the sword light went out in an instant, and the hut fell into darkness again.