Daming's Bizarre Story: Painted Skin

The words gradually appeared on the paper, and his eyes widened obviously.

"Bu's family can tell the past and the future. He is a psychic in the bereaved family. Although his predictions are not accurate every time, he is one of the most powerful people in the bereaved family. Especially Bu Xuan of this generation has a strong blood and extraordinary talent. , he has two new prophecies."

"The first is the future, General Taiyin will be resurrected."

"The second is the past. General Taiyin died at the hands of Feng."

The words appear to be gone here, and Zhao Ran anxiously urged Qingniao: "What else?"

Blue Bird coughed twice again, and the blood dripped on the paper to show the handwriting again.

"The survivors want to return to the era of King Zhou, and their desire is far stronger than that of the gods. They want to revive General Taiyin, replace the existing gods, and become the new gods under General Taiyin. They will make you their enemy."

"You have to find a way to unlock your abilities as soon as possible."

"To be able to kill General Taiyin, the Feng family must have a magical skill that can defy the sky."

"I think this magical skill..."

The writing became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared...

Zhaoran stared at Qingniao, Qingniao had no choice but to cough twice more resentfully, and then dissipated into the air as a wisp of green smoke.

The line of words appeared: "Related to your nightmare."

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"The survivors want to make enemies with Jiuru..." Zhao Ran thoughtfully said, he was skinny, so he could only see the big black and white eyeballs rolling in the eye sockets.

Then he took the wooden sign from the wall, and went out with a "click".

It was lunch time at this time, many servants who came in and out of the door to deliver lunch to the princes and young masters obviously slipped out of the door amidst the crowd.

When he got out of the door, he looked up at the thighs coming and going, only to realize that he seemed to be having a hard time doing anything.

"Is this the little boy that the little sage took in?"

"Like a little skeleton!"

"Look at him losing his temper! He's staring! It's fun!"

"Come on, kid, I'll give you something delicious." An aunt on the street teased him with a piece of flower cake.

Zhao Ran ignored them and ran away, leaving a series of hahaha laughter behind him.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, he heard cries coming from there. He walked over clearly and saw a haggard woman in patched clothes leading a simple-looking young man aged seventeen or eighteen burning in the alley. She wrote the paper: "Yinniang, you died so badly. If you have any knowledge in the spring, I will give your mother and your brother a dream, so that we can tell us who the murderer who killed you is."

"Mother, you asked my sister to envision your dreams. What if she entrusts me with dreams and I can't remember?" The young man rubbed his forehead uneasily and said.

The woman turned her head slightly, looked at the young man in despair and sorrow, and sighed.

The simple and honest young man became even more uneasy. He rubbed his forehead with one hand, but saw a small skinny face protruding from behind the sundries, with two big eyes staring at him, he was so scared that he almost cried out. He made a sound, but that little face stretched out a hand like a chicken paw, made a "shush" motion, and then waved to him.

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The young man was used to following other people's instructions, he looked back at his mother who was silent in grief, and then quietly followed Zhaoran out.

"What's your name?" Zhao Ran stepped on the horse post and barely raised his head to see the young man's face.

"My name is Zhuzi." Zhuzi replied honestly.

"The person who died was your sister?" Zhao Ran asked.

Zhu Zi nodded in distress, and then asked Zhao Ran: "What can you do for me, and I will help you find the murderer who killed your sister."

"You, can you help us find the murderer?" No matter how stupid Zhu Zi was, he knew that this was just a child in front of him.

"Your sister recently secretly bought a pearl hairpin, and secretly hid a box of rouge, right?"

Zhu Zi opened his mouth wide: "You, how do you know?"

Zhao Ran continued: "Your elder sister likes to act cute in front of your mother, but behind her back she always tells you what to do, and she also likes to poke your head and call "silly wood". Right?"

"It's stupid wood."

"It doesn't matter!" Zhao Ran stood on tiptoe and poked Zhu Zhu's forehead with her hand, "On the day she was dying, she poked your head and scolded you like this, right?"

"Yes, yes." Zhu Zi stammered.

"Your sister asked you to do something that day, but you didn't do it well. What's the matter?"

Zhu Zi cast his eyes on him in admiration, and quickly replied: "Sister asked me to fetch her embroidered shoes."

"Embroidered shoes?"

"My sister said that the pair of embroidered shoes were given to her by the lady of Jia's mansion. They are very valuable, and a bead fell off on them, so she asked someone to repair them, and asked me to get them back."

"Where do you get it?"

Zhuzi pointed to the alley in the distance and said, "My sister told me to wait at the entrance of that alley, saying that someone would bring it to me, but because I didn't see anyone, I went back. My sister was very angry, so she came out by herself."

"Zhuzi." Zhuziniang shouted in the alley.

"Here we come." Zhu Zi looked at Zhao Ran expectantly, "Are you really going to catch the murderer for my sister?"

"Of course it's true, but don't tell anyone." Zhao Ran pointed to the alley and said, "Go and tell your mother that someone hired you as a part-time worker."

Zhuzi let out an "oh", and he came out after a short while, and said slightly uneasy: "My mother said that ten Wen a day can't be less."

"I'll give you twenty Wen a day." Zhao Ran said generously.

"I will pay you back." Zhu Zi became more and more uneasy, feeling that Zhao Ran wanted to give him money to catch the murderer for his sister.

"It's enough to get things done."

Zhu Zi said embarrassingly: "But I'm stupid."

Zhao Ran grinned and said: "As long as you remember to carry out my words without a word, you will be smarter than many people."

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Zhaoran first took out some money to rent a new satin shirt for Zhuzi, and then asked Zhuzi to go to the pawn shop to pawn a pearl for 500 taels. .

Afterwards, Zhao Ran only left a few ingots of silver taels, exchanged the rest of the silver taels for bank notes and put them on the pillar. He made an appointment with him at the old place tomorrow, and then went back to the academy in a big way.

Sure enough, the academy went out to watch closely, but no one paid attention when they came back.

Zhaoran returned to Jiuru's wing, Taoist Yang Wan had already left, Zhaoran couldn't tell from Jiuru's face at all, he could not help but admire in his heart that he was about to be hostile by the entire alien clan, Jiuru was Jiuru , he looked at Jiuru and thought again, but don't worry, I will clean them up for you.

"What are you looking at?" Jiu Ru said, "What about the homework, have you finished it yet?"

"It's done!" Zhao Ran jumped onto the table, pulled down his homework, and presented it to Jiu Ru.

This is a masterpiece that he took a lot of effort to complete.

"Sir..." Zhao Ran stared at Jiu Ru with bright eyes, only hoping that something similar to praising Shen Fang Ji would come out of his thin lips.

"Well said!", "This paragraph is well written." and so on.

After reading it, Jiu Ru let out a soft "hmm", Zhao Ran thought why it was "hmm" again, Jiu Ru said: "The words are too ugly."

Zhaoran was a little discouraged, Jiuru handed the pen to Zhaoran and said, "I'll teach you how to write a few characters."

As he spoke, he wrote slowly in front of Zhao Ran's wrist: "Taking strength of character as the body is the secret method of cursive script commented by Zhang Huaiguan in Tang Dynasty, but in fact, every stroke and stroke of calligraphy can show its temperament. , Practicing calligraphy is a matter of temperament, this is the true meaning of calligraphy.”

Zhaoran leaned on Jiuru, his head was dizzy, and he said "hmm" in his mouth: "I will definitely learn calligraphy from my husband in the future." But he has already made up his mind that he will write ugly calligraphy in his life. Ugly, let Jiu Ru block his wrist like this from time to time to guide him.

This is the real meaning!

"Sir!" Shen Fangji called out from outside.

Jiu Ru let go of Zhao Ran's hand and said, "Is that A Xian, come in."

As soon as Shen Fangji came in, he saw the little skull sitting next to Jiuru looking at him with an unhappy face, so he slightly bent down and said, "Sir, I have something undecided in my heart, and I want to come and ask sir."

Zhaoran thought to himself, if you don't decide, you can decide yourself, why come here to harass Jiuru?

Jiuru said: "It's nothing, you can tell me and listen."

Shen Fangji looked at Zhaoran, and Zhaoran said innocently: "A Xianxiong, is there anything you can't say to others?"

Jiu Ruyu said with a warning: "Zhaoxian, stay outside the door."

Zhao Ran had no choice but to walk out of the room with a full face of reluctance, but Shen Fangji said: "Junior Brother Zhao Xian is very smart, maybe he can give me some advice."

"Then Zhao Xian, sit down and don't move around." Jiu Ru then turned to Shen Fangji and said, "Let's listen to what you say."

Zhaoran felt that Jiu Ru's tone of voice treated him like a child, but he seemed to take Shen Fangji very seriously, so he immediately straightened his back and put on an old-fashioned look.

Only then did Shen Fangji speak: "Recently, there was a murder case in Guanjing Lane. At that time...the students heard about it, and I also reported it to the police. Now the students wonder whether they should go to the yamen to help investigate this case. case."

Jiuru said: "Since you say that, you must have discovered something."

Shen Fangji said: "The woman is between the age of seventeen and her name is Yinniang. She is a servant of the Meng family. When she died, she wore gold hairpins on her head and thinly applied rouge. The student once Visiting her home, she lost her father when she was young, and has a stupid younger brother. Her mother is weak and sick, and her family is poor. All of Yinniang’s wages are handed over to her family. The students think that why she got the gold hairpin, the money for makeup powder may be What killed her."

"In addition..." Shen Fangji said, "Yinniang came to this alley after dressing up, but that person killed people in this not-so-secret alley, which shows that Yinniang came prepared, and this person But it was a hasty killing, there must be an emergency between them."

Zhao Ran couldn't help widening his eyes, Shen Fangji raised his head and said: "Students think that since Yinniang left well prepared, it proves that the murderer is someone who often goes in and out of that alley, that is to say, someone who often goes in and out of the bookstore, so The students suspect that this person... is very likely to be a scholar, or even someone from the academy."

Jiu Ru smiled and said, "You came here to ask, if you go to the yamen, will it cause me any trouble."

Shen Fangji bowed his lower body slightly and said: "The student is here to discuss with the master to see if there is a perfect solution, which can help the victims who died in vain, and will not damage the reputation of the academy."

Jiuru smiled and said: "You have already thought of a perfect plan. I will inform Dean Meng about this matter in advance."

"Then Ah Xian won't disturb the master's rest." Shen Fangji bowed and left.

His observation is no less meticulous than that of Zhao Ran, and he is impeccable in his actions. He investigates first, and then thinks out a countermeasure based on the interests of all parties.

This man was almost like his natural enemy, he obviously felt a chill down his spine, and Jiu Ru seemed very satisfied with Shen Fangji.

No, no, absolutely not!

Clearly, he wanted to do something that would make Jiu Ru even more impressive.

----

The next day was Shu Xiu, Zhao Ran and Jiu Ru took leave and went out. When they got to the door, they saw Shen Fangji chatting and laughing with other students.

Shen Fangji smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhaoxian, do you want to drink tea together? Today is Junior Brother Jia Chen's birthday, so he invited us to drink tea."

It's his birthday, what kind of guests do you want to invite, Zhao Ran thought with gritty teeth.

Jia Chen can be regarded as the one with the best family background among Jiuruzhao's students. His father is a businessman, and his mother is an official lady. He is talented and handsome, so his attitude is inevitably a little arrogant. He smiled and said: " Yes, junior brother, the fruit taste of this tea house is not bad, I can handle it enough, how about it, do you want to go?"

Zhao Ran spread his hands and said: "I'm very busy, how about it, you go to eat today, and I'll treat you later."

After finishing speaking, he ran away without looking back. Looking at his back, Jia Chen laughed and said: "Listen, what is the tone of our junior brother?! He himself looks like a starving ghost, and he even invited our guests ?”

Shen Fangji looked at Zhaoran's back and said, "I always feel that Junior Brother Zhaoxian has a lot of background."

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Zhuzi had been waiting at the entrance of the alley for a while, and when he saw Zhaoran's simple and honest face, he smiled.

"Go, go to the inn first!" Zhao Ran said.

When he said that, Zhu Zi didn't ask why, but just followed behind, picked a secluded inn and opened a room, ordered some stewed vegetables and closed the door, then took out the bone whistle and blew it hard twice.

After Zhao Ran finished blowing the bone whistle, he pointed to the stewed vegetables in front of him and said, "Eat it."

Zhuzi waved his hand quickly: "Twenty yuan a day, no food included." He pointed to his waist and said, "I have steamed buns."

"Eat, work with me, eat whatever you have!" Zhaoran picked up a braised pig's claw and stuffed it into his hand.

When they gnawed on the second halogen claw, a figure hanging upside down appeared in the window outside, and the man asked slowly like an old cow trailer: "You looking for me?"