The day and night turn and the sky is bright. Writing, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info compared to Tianming, Mo Zhongqing's heart is not clear. After today, tomorrow is the appointed day, but I still have no clue at the moment, and I am at a loss.

At the beginning, he boasted about Haikou above the yatang, but he was just prevaricating in a hurry, not to mention that he didn't know the identity of the woman that night, and even if he knew, he couldn't find it, let alone the whereabouts of those victims.

In the past two days, he has been to the place where the incident occurred, but there is nothing else in the makeshift bamboo shed cloth house except for the wrapped clothes and daily utensils scattered everywhere. He also went to the arrow tower, looked at the river embankment with his own eyes, and found that although there was a river breeze, it would not have a wet and astringent smell, let alone a mossy smell. So he went to the embankment again, but only the river was stirring on the embankment, as if to laugh at his ignorance and foolishness.

Faced with this situation, Mo Zhongqing had no choice but to make divination at any cost, thinking that he could make some gains, but how could he have thought that the hexagram he calculated not only did not give him any inspiration, but made his mind even more confused.

It's like a feng shui magician's compass suddenly losing its accuracy, and a carpenter's measuring tape suddenly erased its usual marks.

Could it be that some external force is interfering with him? Or is it just in response to Mr. Qi's sentence, he has fallen into cause and effect, so it is not that the hexagram is inaccurate, but the mind of the diviner is confused? But no matter what, he will not sit still, since his own ability is not enough to succeed, then he should seek from outside, so he finally decided to ask for someone with a bare face.

This person is none other than Master Song in front of the hall that day. He found that Wang Xian Ling seemed to be obedient to this master, and this master's performance in the court was finally fair, so Mo Zhongqing pinned his hopes on this person, and he came forward to intercede, so that Wang County would be forgiving for a few more days.

After many inquiries, Mo Zhongqing was moving towards his master's residence. It is said that the full name of this Master Song is Song Yuqing, and he is a poor talent. When he was young, he took the examination but fell to Sun Shan, and then married his wife and lived peacefully, but he didn't know that his daughter-in-law died three years after marrying him.

And this Song Yuqing has never remarried for twenty years, and he is lonely and lonely until now. He also lived very frugally on weekdays, and most of the Fengyin he got as a master in the Yamen was also used to buy some food to feed the stray cats and dogs he picked up, so when Mo Zhongqing pushed open the fence, what came into his ears was a dog barking and a cat barking.

When Mo Zhongqing entered the courtyard, he found a very interesting phenomenon, a group of flower dogs surrounded by a dry well covered with slabs, and a dining table opposite was full of all kinds of flower cats, they were clearly distinguishing from each other, and they were not afraid of Mo Zhongqing and even a little indifferent.

The door of the inner room was closed, Mo Zhongqing knocked without giving up, of course, no one responded, turned around and looked at this group of cats and dogs, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, this Master Song's cats and dogs are weird, people are also weird, he doesn't cook at noon, where did he go, he inquired about Master Song's bad today, but since he came, he would wait.

But this is a stick of incense, waiting for not Master Song, but the lady passing by, Mo Zhongqing can only stop the lady to inquire about the news.

Seeing that Mo Zhongqing was kind and polite, the eldest lady smiled and said: "You were born unfortunately, Master Song went to the Ya Prison again this morning, and it is estimated that he will not come back for a while." ”

Mo Zhongqing was slightly stunned when he heard this, thanked him and left immediately, but as soon as he was discharged from the hospital, a black dog suddenly sprang out of the east corner of the street, not only holding his tail to block his way, but also baring his teeth and barking wildly!

Seeing this, the eldest lady who had not gone far picked up the broom by the wall casually, and said while hurrying: "Be careful of the baby after birth, this is a mad dog!"

Dusk, when the dusk sun sprinkled the last bit of afterglow, the gloom swallowed everything around in an instant. In the alleys of Guanjie in Qujiang County, warm bright lights are lit up to dispel people's fear of the night, and there is such a blue brick road where only two braziers stare at the street.

The brazier was lit by the vermilion gate of the prison, and there was no other house on the street, after all, no one wanted their house to be neighbors with the prison all day long.

Mo Zhongqing hid in the corner of the wall and waited patiently, he knew that Bai Suyi and Ding Dong were also in prison, but they didn't come to see them at the moment, and the Master Song he was looking for also needed to find a chance to meet alone.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Zhongqing watched the light in the brazier gradually fade, but he still didn't see Master Song's figure. He wanted to wait a little longer, but his expression changed, and he suddenly forgot that Master Song had never come out, but this prison should be a place of open fire day and night, how could the jailer let the brazier at the gate go out?

Mo Zhongqing's brows furrowed slightly, and an inexplicable uneasiness prompted him to get up and run over. When he approached the door, he saw that the door that should have been closed was open, and the cold wind kept slipping out of the crack in the door, making Mo Zhongqing feel cold for a while. He had never seen such a place, but he thought that no prison would be so quiet anywhere. So things were unusual, and he had to go in and take a look.

Looking around, under the cold moon, black tiles and white walls, animal eaves and horns, there was a faint bloody atmosphere around the five fingers that could not be seen.

Mo Zhongqing's heart sank, and after groping for a while, he found a torch on the wall, and after lighting it with a fire fold, the courtyard suddenly became clearer. It was only after a round of inspections that he did not find the source of the bloody qi, so he had to look for it in the depths of the courtyard.

Walking on the narrow and cold corridor, the wind whistled through the hall and teased the torch to extinguish, and Mo Zhongqing's shadow looked extremely chaotic and hideous in this swaying light and fire, which gave him the illusion that he was not alone in the corridor.

Suddenly, another long shadow suddenly appeared in this shadow, Mo Zhongqing paused and held his breath, his right hand looked at the hilt of the sword and followed Huo Ran to turn around, but the long sword pointed at the distance and saw that there was a black cat behind him, and it also screamed and fled away under Mo Zhongqing's sudden movements, Mo Zhongqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he really felt that he was very nervous.

Walking on the cold green bricks to the end of the corridor, I saw an iron-framed wooden door standing in a dark corner, and the original bloody atmosphere became much stronger here.

Mo Zhongqing didn't know what was inside the door, but something very unusual must have happened behind the door, so without saying a word, he kicked hard and broke into the door immediately.

Sure enough, before the person entered, a strong bloody breath had already hit his face, and the bloody smell was mixed with some other smells, this mixed smell made Mo Zhongqing's breath suddenly suffocated, and he forcibly endured the discomfort and entered the cat, and poked the torch forward, and found that the small front hall was a hellish scene.

The walls were painted with blood, the corpses on the ground were scattered, and the deaths of the squad were all hideous and terrifying, and the pair of miserable white eyes revealed too much unwillingness and horror. Mo Zhongqing's scalp tingled when he saw such a scene, he didn't think that these were made by Bai Suyi and Ding Dong, but it was also hard to believe that a woman and a half-old girl could do such a thing.

"If they didn't do it, what about them?"

With this apprehension and uneasiness, Mo Zhongqing turned the front hall and entered the corner to find that the jailer's corpses were not as many as in the hall, which showed that there must be a fierce battle on the other side of the hall.

Then he found Yang Zhukuai, who had captured them a few days ago, and found that the long sword in his hand was actually the "Qiu Hong" in white plain clothes, and the catcher Kuai with the same color clothes on the other side was holding another "Biyue" in his hand, but this pair of "Qiu Hong Biyue" was not unsheathed, and there was a blood mark of the same thickness between the necks of the two fast catchers, which was obviously wiped by someone in a sudden way.

Mo Zhongqing put Qiu Hong Biyue away and inserted it on his waist, and he thought as he walked, who was this murderer and what he wanted. Why do you want to kill all the jailers and catch fast? Why did the fast arrest here die so peacefully compared to the jailer at the door, but he was attacked by someone? In this way, he didn't take a few steps to find Master Song.

It's just that at this moment, judging from the degree of disgrace of his face, Master Song has been dead for a long time, Mo Zhongqing frowned when he saw it, he knew that this was not the time to be sad and regretful, and his heart had already flown to the depths of the prison, he was really worried about Bai Suyi and Ding Dong.

However, every time he passed through a wooden prison, Mo Zhongqing's heart cooled a little.

Before, he felt that the murderer was here to rob the prison, but now it seems that this may not be the case, everywhere he passed was the accumulation of corpses, some were caught quickly, and there were even prisoners, and this murderer also took the trouble to break a big hole in each wooden prison and then pierce the prisoner inside the prison to death with a sword, and the method was so vicious that people shuddered.

Why did he rush to kill them all like this? Where are Bai Suyi and Ding Dong? And when they searched every corner and even tried to shout out but didn't find the two, it means that they may still be alive, which is a blessing in misfortune but also a more tragic ending.

"They've been robbed?"

Mo Zhongqing forced himself to calm down quickly, and began to carefully rummage through the corpses in the dead silence of the prison, hoping to find some clues from them.

However, there were too few things left behind by the murderer, but Mo Zhongqing still smelled a faint smell of pine resin and heard some sounds that did not belong to the prison—the sound of quicksand, the sound of thin quicksand.

Mo Zhongqing paused, followed the sound, and did not find a quicksand funnel-shaped wooden box containing rosin powder and some other particles in a wooden cell in the eastern corner of the cell, and these black powders flowed down the gap into the black wooden box below.

Underneath the wooden box was a long, smooth and narrow plank, slightly cocked to connect to the other end of the mahogany box, which contained smoldering rosin and other unknown particles, which looked rather inconspicuous in the dark dungeon.

And when Mo Zhongqing looked down, he found that there was a rough rolling wood under the wooden board, but under the rolling wood was a puddle of sticky things.

At first, Mo Zhongqing only said that it was bloodstains, and when he squatted down at ease, he smelled a mixture of lard and sulfur through the strong rosin.

Mo Zhongqing's heart tightened, and then he shone the torch to the ground, only to find that the large pool of brown liquid, which was mainly mixed with some kind of oil, did not stop here, and the light was everywhere, and the lard was covered with a large amount of hay and pine needles.

And at this moment, suddenly heard a 'snap', the black wooden box sank suddenly, and the mahogany box on the other end of the wooden board fell in response, Mo Zhongqing quickly caught the mahogany box, and a layer of fine cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Only then did I find that the quicksand in the funnel-shaped wooden box had all fallen below unconsciously, and if the smoldering rosin red box in my hand fell into the lard, it would be out of control!

Mo Zhongqing's heart palpitated and secretly called for luck, but then his body stiffened again, and at the same time, there were three 'snapping' sounds in the dark prison.

Then there was a sound of hardwood hitting the ground, Mo Zhongqing knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly stood up and saw sparks splashing in each of the three directions of the west corner, the south corner and the north corner, and then a small fire instantly ignited.

Mo Zhongqing quickly ran to a corner and stepped on the small fire hard, but found that instead of extinguishing it, he directly stomped the sparks wrapped in lard on the surrounding hay, these autumn hay burned little by little, and the flames on the north and south sides also became two tongues of fire that were rapidly spreading around, and in less than a few dozen breaths, the two flames became bigger and bigger, and in an instant, they engulfed the two wooden prisons, and the smell of hay and pine needles had begun to choke, Mo Zhongqing saw that the general trend had gone and he had no choice but to flee.

He didn't know who dared to burn down the county jail, but he finally knew that the murderer not only wanted to kill but also to extinguish, and he definitely didn't want anyone to know that Ding Dong and Bai Suyi were still alive.

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