The Plow

The night is deep black.

The lights of Wanjia gradually went out, and the world was silent.

Old Congtou is an old servant of the Feng family. He has stayed in the Feng family longer than Miss Feng San, because his head is bigger than ordinary people. He got such a nickname a long time ago. Over time, everyone even forgot His original surname, Old Congtou, has a good temper and doesn't resist. Every time he is happy, he can't help being shouted, and sometimes he responds.

This day, Old Congtou was on night duty. As usual, he carried a kerosene lamp in the middle of the night, and was going to go around the outside of Feng's house to see who's doors and windows were not closed properly, and whether there were any thieves outside.

Although Miss Feng San was away, and Director Feng and the others came back to live temporarily, none of these affected Lao Congtou's daily work.

In the scorching summer, the sudden rain for the past two days has actually cooled the weather down. Old Cong Tou wears a long-sleeved shirt all year round, which does not hinder him. He comes out from the back door and walks slowly around the wall.

He has traveled this road a thousand or eight hundred times, and he has been familiar with it for a long time, and he will not get lost with his eyes closed. He saw that when the Feng family moved here, the customers came like a cloud, and the traffic was heavy. He moved to Nanjing with Minister Feng. This place has gradually become lonely, as time has grown older like him, the appearance of this place has gradually become old, the walls are covered with moss, and there is still a faint smell of decay.

Old Congtou felt a little regretful, he still liked the new and bright Feng mansion before, but it was not up to him to decide, every plant and tree belonged to the owner of the Feng family, and he was just an appendage of the Feng family.

The night was so quiet that the cicadas could not even be heard after the rain.

Old Onion suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He rubbed his eyes, as if he saw someone walking in front of him just now, a white shadow, very conspicuous in the night.

Maybe it's the old eyes that are dim, he thought.

The next moment, the white shadow appeared in sight again, standing outside the iron gate of the gate.

Old Congtou's heart twitched, he almost fainted, he took two steps back, and shouted tremblingly——

"Third, Miss San?"

Bai Ying didn't respond, but seemed to hear Old Onion's call, and slowly turned from the side, giving him a frontal look.

A face that was so pale that there was no blood.

Empty sleeves fluttering in the wind.

The neck was as thin as a bamboo pole, with a dangling head propped on it, covered with a piece of human skin that Old Onion was familiar with, and slowly smiled at him.

The string in Old Onion's heart was completely broken!

"Ghost, ghost!!!!!!"

……

two hours later.

Ling Shu met Miss Feng San at Feng's house.

He couldn't talk to Miss Feng San, so he could only stand at the door of the room with Yue Dingtang, and through the crack of the door, he could see the other party lying on the bed, tossing and turning, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

Ling Shu winked at Yue Dingtang, closed the door, and went back to the living room.

"I haven't seen Miss San, are you sure she's back?"

Feng Da, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him, nodded.

"It's the third sister, that's right. She still remembers us, and she can answer many questions, but she doesn't know where she went these few days. She seems to have lost her memory. She is also very mentally ill. We can't ask any more questions. I can only let her rest first, and then make a long-term plan when she wakes up. I will tell the two of you about this first, so that you will not continue to be troubled. Thank you, Mr. Ling, for your trouble this time. In terms of face, don't care about my incompetent younger brother."

These words have two meanings. One is to inform them that Feng Zhuzhu has been found, and the other is that since Miss Feng San has returned, the previous entrustment will no longer exist.

Feng Da's words were indeed much more respectable than Feng Er's.

He brought another box, which was the one that Ling Shu had not accepted earlier.

"Although Mr. Ling doesn't value money, we still have to show it. Please accept it as a small courtesy."

Feng Da didn't open the box, but judging from his gestures, there should be more things in the box than before.

Of course Ling Shu knew that the other party was so polite, mostly because of Yue Dingtang's face.

Mr. Ling, who "doesn't value money", stretched out his hand and took the box.

Feng Da was slightly taken aback by this nimble action, he thought that Ling Shu would leave money like dung like before.

"Since we have nothing to do here, let's take our leave first and don't bother Mr. Feng to rest."

Minister Feng didn't come out to greet him in person, Ling Shu didn't know if he wasn't here or he had other important matters, and he and Yue Dingtang didn't want to stay for a long time, so they got up and left after saying politely.

Feng Da came back to his senses, "I'll send you two!"

Ling Shu was carrying the box, looking very preoccupied, when he left Feng's house, he almost stepped on the empty steps, but fortunately Yue Dingtang was there to help him in time.

"Walk and watch the road, what are you thinking!" Yue Dingtang reprimanded softly.

In fact, Ling Shu didn't pay much attention to Miss Feng San's return. Although this matter was strange, but now he couldn't wake up Miss Feng San to ask questions. The Feng family said that again, clearly telling them about it So far, there is no need to investigate any further, it is impossible for Ling Shu to tie Feng Zhenzhu out for questioning.

He is more concerned about Yang Chunhe's disappearance now.

This girl does not have a family background like the Feng family's, and they are able to mobilize both the police and the police to find her whereabouts. After Feng Zhenzhu comes back, this matter will definitely fade away. Treat it as an ordinary disappearance case. For the Yang family, losing their only daughter is tantamount to the sky falling.

"I want to come back tomorrow." He said to Yue Dingtang.

"You want to ask Miss Feng San about Yang Chunhe's whereabouts?"

Yue Dingtang quickly understood what he meant.

Ling Shu nodded.

Feng Zhenzhu came back, but Yang Chunhe did not, and the timing of their disappearance was so coincidental, perhaps only Feng Zhenzhu knew of Yang Chunhe's whereabouts.

"I'm thinking about Yang Chunhe's notebook. She wrote many poems in it, in which Canglong Qisu was mentioned many times...Huh?"

Yue Dingtang: "What?"

Ling Shu muttered to himself: "Canglong, Qinglong? Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, Xuanwu..."

He gasped with a hiss.

"I remember!"

He said why he was always thinking about the word "Canglong", didn't Lu Zude also say it in prison today?

What is the meaning of these two words?

Of course, there is also a possibility that it is pure coincidence.

"Old Yue, I want to go to the police station and ask Lu Zude something!"

"Now?"

"Now."

Yue Dingtang didn't rush to ask questions, he let Ling Shu get into the car directly, and asked the driver to turn around and take them to the police station.

With him here, meeting Lu Zude will be much smoother.

On the way, Ling Shu told him about his discovery.

Yue Dingtang frowned and said nothing.

Ling Shu: "Did you think of something?"

Yue Dingtang: "When you say Qinglong, I think of a place."