Grandpa is such a bunny

Broad daylight is not a place for interrogation, so Tubo roughly grabbed Mu Ji by the collar and dragged him all the way back to the Yamen.

The yamen that was burnt down by a big fire is now only built into a few muddy grass mud and lime houses, surrounded by pale and cold stone walls. Tubo pressed Mu Ji to a corner, and squatted in front of him, with a cold expression on his face. His face was like frost, with icy shards splashing in his eyes, "He Qiang and his wife and Mrs. Li disappeared, does it have anything to do with you? Where did they go?"

Mu Ji huddled in the corner of the wall, his long face wrinkled like a bitter gourd, "I, I, I don't know."

Tubo's eyes froze, "What do you mean you don't know? Daoist, I don't have the patience to waste time with you. If you know something, you'd better release it quickly, otherwise Master Tu won't let you out for the rest of your life."

Master Du, who never tortured him, stood behind Tubo, sneered and cut his throat in cooperation with his words.

Mu Ji was about to pee out of fright, just now when Mrs. Du said that beating a prisoner is like farting, the fluke in his heart was scared away, he huddled in the corner, tightened his buttocks, and broke down, "I really don't know Ah, I am a fake Taoist priest who was deceived and deceived. It was that person who asked me to put the baby's body in the warehouse, and lied to Xu Benchang and He Qiang that he could save the baby. I didn't do anything, just lied to them ah."

Tubo accurately found the problem in his words, and said coldly, "Who is that person? How did he ask you to lie to Xu Benchang? What is the reason? Does Xiao Shitou's death have anything to do with you?"

Mu Ji shrank his head, the wrinkles on his face were folded layer by layer, his knees were trembling, and he was about to kneel down to Tubo, "That person asked me to tell Xu Benchang that I can save his girl, as long as, as long as It’s just a matter of life and death, just find a child of the same age to take the place of the dead ghost. I don’t know the reason, but every time I see them suffering, that person looks very happy.”

His voice suddenly rose twice, "I didn't expect that he would really kill a boy, my lord, I beg you, that person forced me, please let me go."

The howling sound echoed in the whitewashed empty house, and the cry came from the cold ground. That day, the little stone skull burst into a head, opened its eyes, and fell into a pool of blood. The last sentence was, Uncle, I want Xiangxiang ...

The hand hanging by the side was tightly clenched, and Tubo's voice was forced out of his throat, "What else, what the hell do you have?"

"Forgive me, my lord, forgive me. If I don't say anything, that person is going to kill me. He asked me to find his parents after the boy's death. He lied to his parents and used the murderer's blood to resurrect the baby. He tricked them into going to the east. Go to He Neighborhood... yes, Dong He Neighborhood, my lord, they must be there, the corpses and those people, if my lord leads someone to arrest them, they will be caught." Mu Ji's upper and lower lips were trembling, and when he finished speaking, his eyes revealed A huge surprise came out, "If I catch someone, I will be guilty and meritorious. Can you let me go, right?"

Before Tubo could speak, Du Yun had already ordered the arresters to go to Donghe Neighborhood to catch people quickly, "Sun Xiao, master, watch this chicken here, others copy the guy and follow me, hurry up!"

Tubo and Qianfan performed lightness kung fu, leaped over the crowd, and rushed towards the Donghe neighborhood not far from here. A breeze blew by, and even the corners of their clothes disappeared.

In Donghe Neighborhood, a basket shop that had been closed for a long time was kicked open by Tubo, who searched door-to-door. The room was pitch-black, and a wet smell came over the face. The sunlight outside the house directly shone into the dark shop. Here, the darkness that has not seen the sun for a long time exudes a deadly and cold breath.

Bamboo hemp ropes were lying in a mess in the basket shop, and there were two square tables in the center of the room. The light beams shone directly on it, revealing a piece of pale and blue skin.

Tubo's steps in stepping in suddenly stagnated.

"Almsgiver, here comes the poor monk." Qian Fan held him back, and Tubo looked back, the sunlight shot from the man's shoulder and into Tubo's eyes, making his eyes ache.

Without saying a word, Tubo broke free, strode in, took off his clothes, and covered them on the table.

There were bumps and bumps under the clothes, and there were two small and icy corpses.

A small pale hand covered with corpse spots hangs down, the cuff is embroidered with small pink flowers, Tubo's Adam's apple rolls, facing the sun with his back, hiding most of his face in the shadow, bends down and hugs him softly, dumb Said in a low voice, "Girl, brother is here, as soon as you call me, I can listen, I ate the chestnut cake, it is very delicious..."

Qian Fan also took off his green robe to cover the other one, and supported the stiff yet soft corpse with his wide wrist, allowing the smell of the corpse to cover the sandalwood on his body.

When Du Yun arrived with a large number of policemen, he saw two people holding the corpse quietly. The door panels of the basket shop had been completely removed, and the odds and ends inside were clearly visible, except for the corpse and the bamboo baskets. There is nothing but the rattan, the talisman paper that pretends to be a ghost, and the lingering corpse smell. Behind the wooden door, there is a bloody 'Yuan'.

"Where's He Qiang and his wife? Where's Mrs. Li? Where's the man they're talking about?" Du Yun turned around impatiently with his hands behind his back, with anger between his brows, "It's really courageous to dare to make trouble under the eyes of this official." Come on, pass on an official order to block the gates of Sifang City. All people entering and leaving the city must be registered in the policy. Anyone who looks suspicious should be reported to the government immediately. People will check the guests of the inn, and all those who do not have a pass will be detained and returned to the Yamen for interrogation. !"

As soon as the order was given, everyone around him was about to be sent out. Du Yun's chest heaved suddenly, and the anger on his face had not dissipated. He walked to Tubo and slowed down his voice as much as possible, "You can rest in peace, baby is innocent."

Tubo looked sideways at the gray, stiff, and rotten little face lying on his shoulder, and freed up a hand to straighten the little girl's hair, "Okay." Turning around and lowering his eyes, "Thank you Qianfan Let’s recite a passage from the Sutra of the Past Life.”

Qian Fan nodded, his brows were especially gentle and calm in the sunlight, he looked around the shop thoughtfully, and then he and Tubo left with the corpse in their arms.

It was sunny this morning, but after noon, a cloud of dark clouds covered up, blocking the sunlight, and the whole city of Luo'an was gray.

In the cemetery on the outskirts of Xicheng, white coins were flying like butterflies all over the sky, and the tombstone stood silently, writing the life of the owner of the tomb hastily in a few words.

Since then, it has returned to the loess and slept forever.

Tubo sat cross-legged on the ground, listening to the deep voice of the man falling in front of the stone tablet, he put his elbows on his legs, tilted his head slightly, and propped his face with his palms, the pain in his head pierced his temples , but his expression was numb, he even turned a blind eye to the pain, and opened his mouth lazily.

"Many years ago, I also had such a child by my side."

His voice was a little hoarse, and the words he spoke had an old yellow taste, Qian Fan lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, knowing that he just wanted to say something and didn't need to answer.

"That kid is just that tall." Trapped in his memory, Tubo stroked his chest with his hand, "It's not dirty, it can fight, and the bare-bottomed kid who is having fun in front of the door is not as wild as her, and it's far from Xiangxiang." He said With lowered eyes, she was slightly startled when she said this, "Yes, without the protection of her parents, it's not easy to grow up to such a big size. People who have seen her don't like her very much. They think this child who picks up rags and begs for food has too fierce eyes." Gloomy, I can't feel pitiful. Let the dog bite her, she won't cry, and she will jump on the dog and bite off half of her nose."

Qian Fan looked up, seeing the fleeting smile and bewilderment on the corners of Tubo's lips, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

At that time, Tubo almost thought that she really wouldn't cry, until one day, her eyes were red and the rice bowl was empty and she came back.

In the bumpy countryside, dilapidated houses that are ventilated everywhere stand in the wilderness like tombs.

Tubo was sitting in the bumpy straw pile in the corner. At that time, his ears were all good, thin and long, standing on his head, "Have you been bullied?"

The child knelt on the straw with dirty bare feet, rubbed his eyes fiercely, "No, whoever dares to bully me, I will ride on him and kill him."

Tubo sat on his hind legs, rubbed one of his ears, licked his paws, and cleaned himself up, looking at her with his black rabbit eyes.

The child's thin lips parted, and his gaze was looking at the straw bushes, but he couldn't focus on them. His big black and white eyes were empty and lonely. He remained silent for a while, and then he dragged his dirty clothes and said , "Today there was a gangster molesting those stupid girls at the street corner. I went to teach him a lesson, but those stupid girls said I was too dirty and wouldn't play with me."

"In the future, I will also have a daughter. I will wear skirts for her, braid her hair, and eat sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice. Well, it's that kind of sweet thing. They say girls like it, but I haven't eaten it. Yes, I can do it." Teach her to fight, to fight mad dogs and big beggars."

The rabbit in the straw tent glanced at her, she was thin and small, her body was dry and flat, her face was covered with dark stains, and her short stubble was messed up on her head like a chicken coop.

She is only this old, just the age of a cub, and she can't have a cub. "Girls who wear new skirts, braid their hair and eat sweet-scented osmanthus don't fight dogs. They don't do that."

"Then what do they do?"

The rabbit thought for a while with its long ears, "Play the piano, learn characters, and embroider."

The child was amazed, "Playing the piano and learning calligraphy and embroidery can grab the territory from other beggars? Can you eat meat from the mouths of wild dogs?"

"No."

"Since you can't, what the hell are you doing?"

Tubo was just a young rabbit at that time and didn't know much. Hearing her question, he wagged his tail and thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything, so he had to bleat, "They have parents, don't they?" I won’t be able to eat enough.”

Listening to his words with straight eyebrows, the child smiled lonely, gave a dry 'oh', and retracted into the straw pile without speaking.

Tubo looked at her slender shoulders and back with his head tilted, his eyes flashed through the years of light, and scenes of pictures flashed in his eyes, and the moisture from memory floated into his eyes, dimly, delicately Thin shoulders elongated and stretched, and the messy chicken coop on his head turned into a big chicken coop. The child woke up from the straw pile, and when he turned his face, it was still Tubo’s stubbornness that hadn’t changed after seeing it for more than ten years. Stubborn, cunning and lonely that is not easy to find.

"Can she give birth to a girl as good-looking as Xiangxiang?" Tubo thought to himself, propping his face with his fingers, his eyelids turned red, "Even if she gave birth, she would be as crazy as her."

He closed his eyes slightly, with headaches and memories sweeping his head. Before every splitting headache, this past event that only existed in his memory would appear in his mind.

As much pain as his illness made him unbearable, this memory made him feel heartbroken.

When he came back from the cemetery, Du Yun sent out the police to search half of Luo'an city, but he didn't find the man in black mentioned by the coachman, the half-haired man Muji said.

At the same time, the letter of secondment sent to Weicheng, Youzhou was also replied.

In the inn, Du Yun looked at the reply from the magistrate of Youzhou. He was full of papers and papers, which were useless excuses. It was too old to inquire, and the case involved the secret history of Youzhou, which should not be read by outsiders. , The case he wants to investigate is related to Prince Zhao who rebelled in Youzhou seven years ago. The royal family and the royal family have shame, so they have already sent the case file to the Dali Temple in the imperial capital of the royal city to seal it up.

Du Yun slapped the reply letter on the table, his face was full of anger, and he spat, "It's not as good as a fart."

As usual, the person sitting over there will definitely reply, "Why, have you seen a fart, what kind, what kind of color?"

Unexpectedly, the bastard who should have been blind and poor leaned quietly on the back of the chair with his hands resting on his forehead, his eyes were half-closed, there was a faint look of tiredness hidden between his brows, and his expression was calm, "Won't the emperor borrow it? "

With his hands behind his back, Du Yun bared his teeth as if he had eaten jujubes, "There are secret matters in the palace, the old prince has long since died, so the emperor can ignore it if he can, and find out something that insults the royal face just because of a ghost. Is it hard work?"

If you have found this kind of situation, let go, let alone whether the ghost has any grievances. In the future, the people in Luo'an city will be panicked by its anger. The unlucky ones are the common people. Since he is the leader of Luo'an City, even if a dog enters the territory of Luo'an, he will take care of it to the end.

"I'm going to write the memorial. I don't care if he can do it or not. I'll give it a try. The water ghost is probably out of his mind and forced us to investigate the case for it, but he refuses to show up." He just got up with a long sigh, and was called Living.

Qian Fan, who was sitting by the side, stretched out his hand, and on his white and dry palm lay a letter carved with red jade, "Send this letter to the royal city, maybe His Majesty will agree."

Before Du Yun opened his mouth, Tubo had already reached out to take it, looked at him deeply, nodded slightly, and thanked him.

While waiting for the emperor's reply, Tubo and the others were not idle. They searched for the whereabouts of the man in black day and night. The man seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. They let them turn Luo An upside down. I scraped all the cobwebs in the corners, but still got nothing.

But I don't know if I should be lucky or not. When the lamp was lit at night, the water ghost never came out again.Du Yun was afraid that it was because the man in black had left Luo'an with He Qiang, his wife and Mrs. Li, and got angry in a hurry, with several big blisters on the corners of his lips.

Tubo lazily came out of the inn, without looking at him, and said lightly, "It's even uglier." Amidst the latter's yelling and scolding, he walked towards the dungeon, didn't take two steps, and then turned back , leaning against the door and asked, "Have you seen Zen Master Shanyue?"

In the past few days, he has been looking for someone with his head inside and out, and he didn't bother to hook up with Qian Fan when he came back from the cemetery. Now that he thinks about it, has he left him in the cold?Tu Bai thought affectionately, "When this case is over, I will take Xiao Ye Hua to Xiao Qinglian to apologize."

Zen Master Shanyue, who didn't know that he was about to receive the small wild flowers, was standing in front of the shop where Xiangxiang and Xiaoshitou's corpses were found in Donghe Neighborhood.

He came in a hurry that day, and he was afraid that Tubo would be unable to control himself after seeing the corpse, so he remembered to take a closer look before he came. Later, when he came back to his senses, he always felt that something was wrong.

The basket shop was sealed off, and the guards guarding outside knew him, saluted him respectfully, and asked, "Why did Master come here?"

Qian Fan replied, "Some things I can't figure out, I want to see if the poor monk can go in?"

This shop is not the scene of the crime, Master Du didn't say for certain, besides, the brothers in the yamen have long regarded Zen master as one of their own, and Mr. Tu has never had any scruples in handling affairs and investigating the case. He hesitated, so he let Qian Fan go.

Except for the door panels for entering and exiting the business, the shop has no doors and windows that open to the outside, so the damp and the smell of corpses will not go away for a long time.This is really not a good place to commit crimes. The door baffle is erected, and the escape route is blocked by three solid walls. If the arresters arrive in time, they will be able to catch the turtle in the urn.If the man in black is so stupid, how can he spend seven or eight years thinking about revenge.

Qian Fan squatted on the ground and picked up a flexible cane. Why did he choose to put the corpse here?

The rattan baskets scattered all over the floor fell on the ground. Although they were stained with dust, there were many styles. There were small bamboo baskets carried by girls, bamboo baskets for clothes, shallow flat baskets for drying, and thick bamboo strips. Cylindrical pig cages with a large opening... Soaking pig cages made Qian Fan's eyes dim. Soaking pig cages in the folk, especially in uncivilized and foolish people's lands, is used to punish adulterers, and has been repeatedly banned by the government. But to no avail, a typical lynching.

Qian Fan squatted on the ground, his brows were slightly condensed, and his quiet eyes were stained with a sharp color—— drowning, water ghosts, pig cages, lynching, wrongdoers and debtors...

What is this ghost silently telling?

In the inn, Tubo's face was gloomy, and he slapped his palm on the table, and a stack of files with yellow borders also jumped. The messenger from the imperial city thanked him, "The Yamen has not been completed yet, so we won't keep you any longer. It's important for us to arrest people, so let's go first."

Before the word 'go' was spoken, Tubo had already strode out the door.

His expression was ice-cold, and he walked very fast, who knew that there was someone outside the door who was about to step into the inn even more swiftly, the two parties had their own concerns and did not expect each other, so they bumped into each other head-on in front of the low threshold.

Tubo smelled a clear fragrance, Qianfan's soft green robe even brushed across his face, he thought he was going to bump into a thin body, and he was thinking about what to do if he knocked people out After pleading guilty, I felt as if I had touched a heavy and standing Buddha statue in my chest. It was painful and numb, and when my body lightened, I felt like I was being bounced away.

But before he was ejected, he was supported by a pair of strong arms at the waist.

Qian Fan's arm covered under the thin green robe suddenly exerted strength, and he stepped forward half a step, and when Tubo fell backwards, he was firmly brought into his arms, and he said anxiously, "Benefactor, the poor monk may have bumped into you!" love you?"

Tubo took the opportunity to steal a scent in his arms, took a deep breath of sandalwood to suppress the anger in his heart, and withdrew from his arms, "I'm not a girl, it won't hurt if I bump it."

As he said this, his chest was itchy, and he coughed uncontrollably. After coughing, he saw the latter's face change, with shame and annoyance floating up, a look of 'he is the culprit'.

Tu Bai thought to himself, "Ben Tu is a man anyway, why is Xiao Qinglian feeling pity for me."

Du Yun also ran over, "Old Tu, are you okay? You were almost knocked into the air. Have you eaten less recently? You look very delicate."

Tu Bai was speechless, walked outside, looked back at Qian Fan who was secretly worried and guilty, and realized that he was not to blame for this matter, but appeared on the other party——this little green lotus curling up in the sandalwood seems to be He was taller than him, with broad shoulders and broad back, especially tall and straight. He thought, what kind of body is wrapped under the blue-colored cassock?

It was getting late, and there were two or three thunderbolts above his head. Tubo didn't stop, and walked quickly in one direction, "What did you think of in such a hurry?"

Qian Fan collected his thoughts, "We missed a place."

Tubo continued, "We forgot to find water under all the lakes and rivers. Didn't the man in black tell the coachman at that time that he would fish out the carriage from the bottom of the river, which shows that he is very good at water. It’s perfectly fine to hide here for a few days.”

"He and the water ghost can't drown, but He Qiang and his wife and Mrs. Li..." Du Yun and the two of them were out of breath. They quickly ran two steps and grabbed Tubo's neck. Dragging towards the moat, "Be mentally prepared."

A few thunders fell from the sky, and it seemed that it was going to rain. It was rumbling and gloomy. The closer you got to the moat, the more clear the smell of earth in the air.

There was wind under Tubo's feet, "The emperor sent someone to bring the case of the water ghost."

Qian Fan followed him steadily, glanced at Mrs. Du who was begging for nothing on his shoulder, and felt a bit annoying, "What do you say?"