Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

dusk.

City Nanchang Fengfang.

A awning boat fluttered gently and landed.

"Master Xing, it's here."

"Well."

Xing Catcher, who leaned in the cabin for a nap, "squeaked" and stretched out of the canopy.

These few days have exhausted him.

Pursuing the murderer and the Dionysus, the two most troublesome things in this life were bumping into each other and keeping him busy. No, today was picked up by the county magistrates, who arranged a general task and gave a few words to him.

It was released and returned home just now.

The **** little boys are still ignorant, and they obviously have a chance to get rid of the bad things, but for some intangible silver, they just want to hold them in their hands, and they don't understand the hardship of his old man at all.

He shook his head and laughed at himself: "Thanks to your hard work."

Throwing a copper to the boatman, cheering up, protruding his chest, holding the handle of the knife, and returning to the head-catcher style of Xiaoshui County.

He jumped onto the stone steps on the shore, and pedestrians on the shore came up to bow immediately.

When he meets the rich and honorable, he bows back and greets warmly.

When encountering a poor person, he either nodded his head, or said "um," right to respond.

When he met a shameless one, he swaggered over, giving him one with a blank eye.

In this way, they are divided into categories and dealt with one by one.

Along the way, I bought a few steamed cakes and half a roast chicken.

Finally, with a turn, he got into an alley on the side of the street.

...

Wisteria sprouted everywhere in Xiaoshui City.

And the opening in this lane is extremely prosperous, and the brilliant purple "flows" down from the high walls on both sides, like two waterfalls of flowers. After a short while, the small alley was flooded.

And it was the evening.

The setting sun hanging on the West Mountain spreads the sunset glow, and plated the dizzy purple with dazzling red.

As a result, the colorful colors are all merged into one color.

And this flower has been roasted by the sun all day, and the aroma has become more refreshing, so that Lao Xing's exhaustion has disappeared a lot.

It's not all good to just open it up.

Not to mention blocking the way forward, branches and leaves and petals love to drill into the neck of the clothes, which annoys passers-by.

"Hire someone to shovel some."

While muttering, Lao Xing dialed the blossoming gate and walked in for ten steps. He suddenly enlightened his eyes and arrived at a small dam field, and on the opposite side of the dam field was a familiar house.

Got home!

His whole body collapsed unconsciously.

"Uncle Xing."

He was taken aback by a sudden nonchalant sentence, and he quickly turned his head.

I saw an eight or nine-year-old girl, holding a four or five-year-old boy, and carrying a one or two-year-old nanny, who was originally the third sibling of the neighbor's house.

But you can't lose the face of adults in front of children.

Lao Xing hurriedly raised his abdomen, straightened his chest, and sternly, showing the prestige of his elders, and reprimanded:

"It's all so late, why are you three little dolls still playing outside, what should you do if you meet a gangster? Don't go home quickly!"

"I know."

The elder brothers and sisters were so cute and agreed, but they seemed to have rooted under their feet, and they didn't move at all.

Lao Xing was puzzled and looked over, and saw the little girl staring straight at the pancake in his hand. The boy was more straightforward, and his belly groaned.

Lao Xing frowned.

"The lady your family invited didn't come again today?"

"Come here."

"Boiled a big pot of rice."

"She ate it all by herself."

The young lady's brother made a single sentence, and then looked at Lao Xing eagerly, which made him feel uncomfortable. The cold pancake seemed to be boiling hot too, so he couldn't hold it in his hand, so he simply stuffed it. Miss brother.

"Take it to fill your stomach."

"Hey."

The little girl yelled sweetly.

"Thank you Uncle Xing."

They must follow the head-catcher's instructions, go home and close the door to divide the pancakes.

Can……

"Wait."

The little girl was holding the pancake and turned around timidly, her eyes were misty, as if she was afraid that Uncle Xing would want to return the pancake again.

And Lao Xing didn't say much, he caught up in three or two steps, and stuffed the roast chicken in her arms.

"Take this too."

The young lady's brother suddenly laughed, and even the naughty boy babbled.

"Thank you Uncle Xing."

"Thanks what?"

Lao Xing blows his beard and stares.

"For money!"

He counted with his fingers:

"The three steamed cakes are nine words in total, and half of the roasted chicken is forty. Let's take it on credit, and let your father make up later."

"Hey."

The little girl gave her a bite, and then happily took her second child, carried the youngest child on her back, and went back to the house to share the cake and eat the meat.

Lao Xing had a straight face a second ago, and when the little boys went back to the house and locked the door, they stuck out their two little heads and said together, "Thank you, Uncle Xing." He won't be stretched the next moment. Live, grinning open, with a trembling smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

But as soon as I turned my head, I saw my old wife leaning on the door, seeing everything just now, her face was cold at the moment.

His darling immediately trembled, his smiling face turned into a bitter face, and his brows drooped and he screamed:

"Lady."

Hurry up and wave his hands to explain:

"Don't be angry, I just borrowed it, not a gift."

"What are you talking about?"

The old wife sipped him when she heard the words.

"Am I stingy with those few coppers?"

With that, he pulled Lao Xing into the house, helped him untie his knives, and said as he was busy.

"The three little people are also pitiful. The mother died early, and the father was too busy to support the family. He was often away from home. He asked a deceased wife to help take care of it. Whoever thinks it would be uneasy. Everyone is a neighbor. It should be a lot of help on weekdays."

"Then you still..."

"Where am I annoying you, I am only annoying myself."

The old wife sighed faintly.

"On weekdays, although you don’t tell me, how can I not know that you like children the most, but you just marry me, who is unbelievable. Others should hold their grandchildren at this age, but we don’t even know There are no children and a half."

"I've been an old husband and wife for decades, so what do you say these things do?"

Lao Xing took his wife's hand and said with comfort.

"Besides, isn't there still Tzuyu? I treat him as my own body."

When it comes to my nephew, my wife complains.

"The stinky boy entered the yamen and forgot about the house. I can hear my sister complaining several times. This stinky boy hasn't even looked at a shadow for a few days."

Old Xing laughed.

I didn't dare to say that my nephew had his teeth broken, and I deliberately prevented him from going home, so I quickly changed the subject.

"It's okay to say, I'm watching over, no big problem will happen. It's just that his temper is still a little bit reckless, and he has been instigated by the old gangsters these days, and he is embarrassed with those who unveiled the list. Compete for the credit of Rao Shizi."

Lao Xing Yue said that he became more angry, and his wife stroked his back, cursing neither salty nor indifferent.

"Is Caibo moving people's hearts?"

The old couple usually talks about everything, so the wife also knows a lot about some nasty things in the yamen, such as a reward of this hundred taels of silver.

But she was not talking about her nephew Bo Tzuyu.

The old couple have seen big children since they were young. Although some young people are often reckless and arrogant, but their nature is not bad, they will definitely not use private means for rewarding silver.

She scolded the old fried dough sticks in the yamen who used her nephew as a gun.

Lao Xing nodded too, but there was still a lingering anger.

"I don't weigh them one by one. Isn't it a reward for us to do something wrong and only open it up?"

The wife shook her head and smiled:

"It's one thing whether you can take it, but it's another thing to prevent others from taking it."

With that, the conversation turned.

"I'm also blaming the county master, why should I hide any news? If not, the murderer may have been arrested, and there is not so much trouble."

"How do the people below know about the considerations above?"

Xing Catou sighed.

"Just eat food as a errand, do your best."

At the end, the two couples spoke for a while, watching the sky getting darker, but there was a knock on the door.

Weird.

It's all this time, why does anyone come to visit?

bad!

Is it possible to kill again?

God! Didn’t one just die yesterday?

Lao Xing screamed, but didn't dare to neglect, so he trot over and opened the door.

Eh?

"Master Xuan Xiao?"

…………

After a while.

The main hall of Xing's house.

"In this way, the Taoist leader thinks that the murderer killed the person who had bulimia before he was killed?"

"Yes."

The short-haired Taoist on the opposite side nodded in response.

"Um."

Xing catches his head and strokes his beard and chants.

He was still talking about these "righteous men" one second before, but he didn't realize that he would come to the door the next second, and kept saying that he had found important clues.

only……

"The Taoist Master Xuan Xiao is eager to solve the case, and the old man has a deep understanding."

He chuckled.

"But this person's appetite occasionally is only normal. For example, an old man, who often delays lunch due to official duties, is extremely hungry, and can eat a few more bowls at night than usual."

"According to the Chief Daoist, wouldn't the old man deserve to have died several times?"

The head catcher shook his head, picked up the teacup, and motioned to see off the guests.

But the Taoist priest on the opposite side was not moved at all, and instead said something inexplicable.

"Ten pancakes, three catties of rice, two catties of pork, half a hare and a duck."

"This is?"

"This is what Qian Dazhi used for his meal before his death."

Be good!

Xing Catou had a plan in his heart.

Ordinary people might have died of gastrointestinal fissure long ago.

He put down the teacup again, tugged his beard and thought for a while before hesitatingly said:

"But eating more and less eating is a matter of furniture after all. It is a moment of dissatisfaction. It is rumors and rumors. Ordinary people may also bear to conceal it and will not disclose it to others."

"Can't hide it."

The Taoist priest had thought about this problem, he explained.

"For example, the parturient who was killed last night was so hungry that she even swallowed her own child. Such behavior is as straight as an evil spirit, causing restlessness in the house, where can it be covered?"

Hearing this, he caught his head and smiled: "The Daoist is joking, where is Xie Chong from this Qingping Shidao?"

Qingping Shidao?

where?

The Taoist was shocked when he heard it, his mind vaguely grasped something, but suddenly he became confused and couldn't tell.

It's just that it's not the time to entangle these details, just let it go when the head catcher is professionally whitewashed.

While thinking about it, I listened to catching head and said: "Just as the chief said."

He has been moved seven to eight points, but because of his slippery temperament, there are still excuses between the words.

"But the Taoist master didn't know. During this period of time, our brothers in the yamen are too busy to get away. They have to deal with cases during the day and take turns at night in the evening. In addition, these two days are the'Bacchus Sacrifice'. Make it into two people."

"If you want to do what you want, you have to mobilize manpower and conduct door-to-door investigations. Other things like this can be delayed."

"Furthermore, guessing is just a guess after all, and there is no real evidence. I'm good at talking here, I'm afraid that I won't be able to tell the county lord."

This is the reason why Taoists don't like to deal with official people.

But after all, he is unfamiliar with the land. To do this, he must have the cooperation of the local snake. If you don't ask the government for cooperation, can you find the ruffians?

He silently slandered a few words, but still reminded:

"Did you forget Feng Chong?"

"Feng Daoren?"

Xing catches the head for a moment, then suddenly pats his thigh.

"That beggar!"

He stood up suddenly, walked around the hall a few times, and finally showed a bitter expression on his face.

"But this man..."

"It's okay."

"The head catcher can just find the beggar, and the rest..."

Taoist smiled.

"A poor person is enough."