Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

On the night Huo Jiaxing was arrested, Zhao Jingya died at the police station. Surveillance video showed that while she was talking, she suddenly grabbed her throat, opened her eyes wide, and slammed her head against the reward. The officers didn't stop them.

The police officers recalled that they seemed to hear cries for help struggling from the bottom of their throats.

When Zuo Yan found out about this news, he was accompanying Si Jia to watch a play, "Peking Opera Guild Beauty Case".

There is a big stage with an old taste everywhere, a suit, a beard covering his face, and a dark crescent in the center of his eyebrows shows his identity.

This mouth is full of charm, "It says that Qin Xianglian is 32 years old, suing the prince's son-in-law, bullying the king, despising the emperor, and a man who repents of marriage will marry her..."

Zuo Yan looked at the stage, and unconsciously tapped the chair with his fingers to beat the time. Looking at the people around him, he picked up the tea bowl on the table, gently scraped the tea leaves with the lid of the cup, took a sip and put it down, without leaving the stage.

He thought that the special investigation department called Kaifeng Mansion was done by the previous boss, and it was confirmed today.

On the second day after the case was solved, Si Jia gave himself a vacation openly and aboveboard, and the rest continued to work. The Special Investigation Division had no vacation except him.

"it is good!"

The applause is spontaneous when the singing is wonderful. The applause of the audience and the full house of guests in the theater can tell that the singer must be a famous artist.

I heard that this famous opera artist only takes the stage once a year, and usually teaches his apprentices more, so this time he took his little apprentice on stage together.

Zuo Yan is not a professional, but he can hear it well. He ate a handful of melon seeds and said, "Singing is really good." A respectful heart.

Si Jia said indifferently: "Compared to his grandfather, he is still weaker."

Zuo Yan: ... His grandfather?It is said that this famous artist is already in his seventies or eighties.

"Boss..."

"Huh?" Si Jia looked sideways, and took a handful of melon seeds from his hand very naturally.

After working hard for a quarter of an hour, he was immediately taken advantage of, Zuo Yan looked at the few remaining grains in his hand, bandit, Zhou Papi.

"How old are you?"

"Guess what."

"I can't guess."

"Oh."

Zuo Yan: ...is this gone?

Zuo Yan wanted to say more, but stuffed a piece of watermelon into his mouth, "Listen to the opera."

Eating watermelon, listening to the play, until the end of a play, the two of them stayed at the end, and just about to leave the theater, saw Mr. Zheng, who had gone backstage before, walked out led by a young man.

"Mr. Si, stay here."

"Is something wrong?"

"I haven't seen you for many years, Mr. Si is still the same."

This old Mr. Zheng is so energetic that he can't tell that he is a person of his age.

He looked at the man in front of him. He had the honor to meet him once when he was less than the height of the pot. It has been more than 70 years, and his childhood memory is still clear. He has grown from a child to an old man. still.

"What are you looking at, let's go." Si Jia's tone was as indifferent as ever, pulling Zuo Yan's neck and dragging him forward.

"You are at least a little polite, don't you understand respecting the old and loving the young?"

The man beside Mr. Zheng opened his mouth and was immediately stopped by the master.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Master..." Zhao Junfeng closed his mouth unwillingly, looking at Si Jia with a little displeasure.

That's right, Si Jia has a face that hasn't graduated from college, plus Zuo Yan, a white-haired kid, the two of them are dressed youthfully and beautifully, and dare to show Mr. Zheng's face, if he is still standing by his side as an apprentice, Then this disciple doesn't matter.

Zheng Hua looked a little nervous, "Young disciple is ignorant, Mr. Si, don't get angry."

"You apprentice, you are not at all like your Zheng family."

Zheng Hua tightened his grip on the crutch, "Mr. Si, back then..."

Si Jia said: "Back then you were a brat, what did you know, tell me, what can you do to me."

Zheng Hua sighed, and took a long strip wrapped in black cloth from the boy's hand. He stroked the black cloth with his old hands, reluctance and guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Si, this thing must be handed over to you as Grandpa told you before he left."

Zuo Yan took a look at the thing, it was wrapped in black cloth, but he couldn't tell what was inside, it looked like a box from the shape.

Nothing could be seen on Zheng Hua's face, and his apprentice's reaction was surprising. His hands subconsciously rubbed his trouser legs, as if he was wiping some dirty things, and he looked at the black cloth with fear.

Realizing that Zuo Yan was looking at him, Zhao Junfeng dodged his eyes for a moment, then turned back, and smiled at him.

Qin Xianglian's shadow on the stage just now can be seen in every move.I can't say that she looks too good-looking, I can only say that she is comfortable, she is not very old, and she still has some youthful pride in her temperament.

Si Jia looked at the thing in his hand and didn't pick it up, but a slight smile appeared from the corner of his mouth, which sounded a little mocking to Zuo Yan.

"Your grandfather... died early."

Saying that, he turned and left, Zuo Yan was still sizing up the two people in front of him, looking carefully, there was a black air between the brows of the two...

His eyes were blocked, and an arm was wrapped around his neck, "If you don't leave, you can watch the door here."

Zuo Yan backed up, "What door should I look at?"

"Attract customers."

Zuo Yan pushed his arm away and turned around, "You have such an expression, you don't think about it seriously!"

Sika looked at him up and down, "It's a good idea."

"Boss..."

The two, one tall and one short, chatted and left with a smile. Zheng Hua held the things in the palm of his hand and felt a chill between his brows.

"Master, who is this person, worthy of your treatment? Also, this thing..."

Zheng Hua waved his hand, "Okay, help me go back, next time I see him, don't be willful."

Zheng Hua put his hand on his arm, "He looked like this when I was a child, so many years... alas, retribution."

Zhao Junfeng had some doubts in his eyes, he turned his head and glanced at the garden gate where there was no one behind him, who could live so long?

Is it really human?

After Si Jia received a phone call, he saw a wet Sun Jiamei at the door of his house. It was considered unknown that ghosts and ghosts appeared during the day.

Zuo Yan also knew about Zhao Jingya's death, he looked at the ghost in front of him, "What should she do?"

Si Jia seemed to have expected it a long time ago, opened the door, took out a small jar from the coffee table drawer inside, the size of a palm, and put her in it.

"Go and pack your things."

Zuo Yan asked, "Where are you going?"

"Wuyin Temple, I have already booked a ticket, and the time is almost up."

Zuo Yan was a little surprised, not to say that ghosts can't kill people...

Si Jia looked sideways, "What?"

"Can I not go?" What are you doing with him at the Monk Temple? In case Fahai comes, make a bowl, and say to him, I will take you as a monster!what to do?

Oh, by the way, the person in front of him is not a human being, so he bought one and got one free, thanks.

Si Jia said: "Yes."

Zuo Yan had already thought about the situation of sleeping late tomorrow, so he heard Si Jia say: "There are still 8 cases in the studio..."

"I'll pack it up right away."

Facing Si Jia's eyes, Zuo Yan gave him a bright smile, and Zhou Pao.