The next day.

"Get out!"

The backyard of Xiaoshui Mansion.

Xing catches the head and fled in a hurry from the county magistrate's office.

There was still a word on his butt.

"You can't solve the case within five days, the officer has plucked your skin!"

But when he got out of the yard, he put away the embarrassed appearance, with a chest and abdomen, and he took on the majestic and unhurried Xiaoshui County head-hunting style.

On the side, the catchers who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly gathered up, even if it was a meal.

"What did the county chief say?"

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

"Oh, Lord County Lord's temper is getting more irritable."

"Can you not be in a hurry? Early this morning, Xuezheng, Chengbeiwang, Chengdongzhang... who were harmed last night, took turns to hand the post to the master."

"Then you can't cast the anger on us... our boss."

After all the worries, complaints and noises.

"In my opinion, it is impossible to solve the case. Or..." A certain government officer hesitated for a moment and put forward a bad idea. "Let's arrest Dao Ren Li first, and let the adults calm down?"

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

Bo Ziyu, who had been silent before, frowned and was about to speak, and Xing Catou flew over with a blank eye.

"Catch it? How to catch it? Who will catch it? You go?"

The guilty slapped his head, but he clenched his head, and cursed unceremoniously:

"Then Li Xuanxiao can drive the ghost-faced man from the east to the west of the city. He is obviously a more difficult character. He will wait for you to catch it? A ghost-faced man has made us scorched, and the yamen has no face. You have nothing to look for. Go provoke a Daoist Li again?"

"Why, I think my head is too stable around my neck?"

After this scolding, the depression from the county magistrate also vented a bit.

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

"Eleven brothers were killed or injured last night. You take one point for the money. The points are less injured, so that they can stay at home and recuperate, and do not rush out to do things. Give them to the family if they die. What is the difficulty? Come back and let me know."

That catch quickly sang the promise, paddling the purse in his hand.

"Compassion? Yamen gave it?"

Lao Xing sneered, and the catchers immediately understood.

Regardless of whether it was true or false, words such as "yamen stingy", "catch the head with high justice", and "willing to go through water and fire for the head" came out all over my head.

"Stop, stop it all."

Xing Tautou knows what this group of people are, and occasionally hears them fart, but is surrounded by a group of people to give a series of farts, who can stand it?

He scolded again on the spot.

"Shao Te Niang's nonsense, if you really want to be serious, just catch the Guimian Man in a hurry. Don't you all be greedy for the one hundred taels? Well, the elder said just now. Catch the Guimian Man in five days. The bounty can be flipped over."

The catchers just laughed, but no one did it.

Before last night, they were a little bit cautious. But after last night, the big prison that was in ruins and a few pools of pus and blood had already sent a little greed to the sky.

Or is it the old saying, "Why do you eat food as a errand?

Upon seeing this, Xing Coutou cleared his heart and sent the group away in a few sentences, leaving only his nephew Bo Ziyu.

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

Xing Catou shook his head.

"Do your best."

"How can the county respect explain it?"

"Pooh."

Lao Xing took a sip immediately.

"The iron-fought yamen and flowing water officials, he has the ability to dismiss me. Without seeing me, Lao Xing, what else can the yamen do?!"

Finally, he sighed and looked at the direction of the bustling Dionysus kiln.

"Hopefully...hey, at least tonight will be fine."

…………

The grotesque appearance of the big jail, the awe-inspiring killings in the lamp market, and a few paralyzed blood buried under the ruins.

These three are like throwing stones into the water, and the waves caused by them spread all over Xiaoshui City in a blink of an eye, causing discussions everywhere in the streets and attic wells.

However, it is just like throwing stones on water. Come fast, go fast.

In just the past day, the waves have gradually subsided, and even no ripples can be seen.

Wait until sunset and moonrise.

The Long Street Painted Boat lights up again.

People came together with joy and excitement, and everywhere there was a peaceful appearance of singing and dancing, like monsters, murderers, dead people...all exist only in the daytime gossip, it is a childhood bedtime story, horrified It is, but it is false, it has not changed the harmony of the city, nor has it changed the joy of the festival.

Li Changan wandered through it, only feeling trance and absurd.

Therefore, even though this ancient lantern market was a rare and novel experience for Li Changan, a modern person, he was in a weird mood. After strolling around, he simply withdrew and left and went back to the diner.

...

Because of the flow of people, they all gathered in the lamp market.

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

When the Taoist priest came back, there was no one everywhere, even the couple and their little niece were not seen, probably they were still hanging around on the street.

At this time, the courtyard was empty.

The moon shines on the vine, the wind sends the fragrance.

In such a good time, it is time to do something comforting.

For example, run a donkey.

Ever since, the Taoist priest dragged the big green donkey sleeping in the circle to the yard, stuffed a few pieces of conveniently bought cakes for supper, and then washed it with cold well water and refreshed it. Cold shower.

Finally.

Feeling exhausted, he stuffed it back into the circle, threw down the donkey's "excited" "ahhhh" call, yawned, and went back to the house to sleep.

But just pushed the door open a gap.

The Taoist's feet were stagnant, and the fatigue on his face was suddenly put away.

Subsequently.

But he pushed the door quietly, locked the latch, lit the oil lamp, Shi Shiran sat at the table, but glanced at a desk in the corner.

The incense candles curled up on the counter, the upper part enshrined the ancestor of the Three Qing dynasties, the Marshal Xuan Tan was enshrined next to it, the sword box was placed in front, and the table below the sword box was scattered with fine fresh scratches.

Of course, this was not caused by Li Changan's boring idleness. It was actually caused by the sword energy escaping from the Feijian Sword Embryo after being alarmed.

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

"These are the preserves and dim sum bought by Pindao at the night market. The taste is good, especially this Ziluo crisp, which is made from local ingredients, and it has a special flavor when you eat it."

Talk about it.

Take out two teacups and fill them one by one.

"It's windy and cold at high places. If you don't dislike it, you might as well come down and drink a cup of hot tea."

That's it.

My clothes fluttered.

A red dress floated down.