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Huo Zhenye looked through Tailor Yan's account book, who he met last, who he measured, and how many pieces of material he took, all of which were clearly remembered.

The only thing is that there is no two-color thin material, which the apprentice said is like electric silk, which is light and shiny.He told Bai Zhun to listen, Bai Zhun listened for a long time without speaking, and finally said: "Go."

In the afternoon of the next day, Huo Zhenye drove the car, picked up Bai Zhun, and went to Changsantangzi in Huile.

The car stopped at the door. First, there was a section of whitewashed walls and gray tiles, with a few clusters of red flowers obliquely protruding from the top of the wall.Entering the door is a small stage, with carved doors, five-linked lights, surrounded by pearls and emerald greens.

Standing here is like stepping back a hundred years in time. No matter how innovative and progressive the outside world is, it has nothing to do with the world inside.

As soon as Gui Nu saw the person coming, he shouted first: "The guest is here." Then he nodded and bowed and walked in front of them, first saluted Bai Zhun, "Bai Qiye."

Then he turned to Huo Zhenye: "Young Master Huo."

Huo Zhenye's face was well-known in Shanghai. It was not surprising that Guinu recognized him when the Huaguo case was repeatedly reported, but why did he still know Bai Zhun?

Huo Zhenye looked down at Bai Zhun, and Bai Zhun responded lazily.

He also visited the hall?When did he go shopping?He is still a frequent visitor!

Guinu led the two of them to the largest private room, where there was an Arhat couch with a screen of mountains, rivers and clouds, and glass palace lanterns on both sides. Small snacks.

Four dried, four fresh and four candied fruit.

Bai Zhun took a sip of tea slowly, and ordered in a familiar way: "Bring a bowl of almond cheese."

Gui Nu nodded and left.

"When did you come here?" Huo Zhenye immediately asked as soon as the door was closed.

"I've been here with my master." Bai Zhun picked out a frosted peach meat. No matter how you do it, the dim sum outside is not as fine as the one in the hall.

"I've been here with your master?!" Huo Zhenye was stunned. Could it be that the master took the apprentice to have sex? It's not that there are no such rules. He couldn't bring himself to speak up.

Bai Zhun took a look at Huo Zhenye's face: "Let me see what a woman looks like with my master. Only after seeing the appearance can I look like it."

Apart from here, there is no other place where there is a woman who can be seen for money.

Huo Zhenye wanted to ask him what he had seen, but he couldn't ask.

"Why? Didn't you also see it?" Think he has never seen Western paintings?The men and women there don't wear clothes. He Huo Qi has drawn all the paintings, how dare he say he hasn't seen them?

"Who said I've seen it? What have I seen? I've never seen it!" Huo Zhenye flatly denied it.

Bai Zhun supported his head with his hands, swept his eyes around Huo Zhenye's face, and said in a long voice, "Oh, so you haven't seen it."

Huo Zhenye choked.

Gui Nu quickly knocked on the door, brought two bowls of almond cheese, and asked Bai Zhun: "Seventh Lord, is this a play or a flower wine?" While talking, he looked at Huo Zhenye, wondering why Mr. Huo's face was so ugly , I'm not here to mess things up.

"Play something." Bai Zhun glanced at Huo Zhenye.

Huo Zhenye took out his wallet, Changsantangzi had three silver dollars for tea, three silver dollars for a play, and three silver dollars for beggar wine.

Gui Nu took the money and smiled happily: "Both of you, which girl do you want to call?"

"Is Little Jinbao here? Tell her to come." Bai Zhun leaned on the couch, casually tossed a candied walnut into his mouth, looking even more dandy than Huo Zhenye.

Huo Zhenye was so angry that he was really on point.

The tortoise slave went down to make a show, and Huo Zhenye leaned half his body on the small kang table: "Aren't you here to investigate the case, I want to ask that tortoise slave what he knows."

"What's the rush, you'll know when it's too late." He could smell it as soon as he entered the building, and this irresistible resentment was hidden under the pollen and rouge, lingering in every place in the building.

"Is the material really weird?"

Bai Zhun didn't answer.

Little Jinbao came in with her pipa in her arms. She saluted before entering the door: "Master Qi, are you still singing "White Snake"?"

Bai Zhun lazily leaned on the embroidered pillow, and glanced at Huo Zhenye: "They are all here, let them have a private table later."

If you are not an acquainted customer, you can't eat the private dishes in the hall.

Bai Zhun pulled the blue and white porcelain plate in front of him, and started talking a bit: "Does the Green Gang know?"

Of course, Huo Zhenye knows that the most famous gang in Shanghai is very powerful in the business and political circles, and most of the gambling stalls, smoking halls, and brothels are controlled by the Green Gang.

"When the thirteenth line was at its peak, those in the Green Gang who were able to be promoted in terms of seniority had to politely call out to me as the Master of the Seventh Sect when they saw my master." A young master like Huo Zhenye might not be able to come to this kind of place, but Bai Zhun did. I must have been here.

Huo Zhenye never expected that Bai Zhun would be the one enjoying it.

He looked at his watch from time to time, and when the White Snake finished singing, he threw a lot of reward money, let Xiao Jinbao walk away with the pipa in his arms, and closed the door.

Little Jinbao went out with the pipa in his arms, and handed the pipa to Gui Nu. When he met a sister, he asked her, "What's the matter? You didn't keep any of them?" Whichever one stayed, it was a blessing for one night.

Don't talk about Bai Qiye, just Mr. Huo's appearance and figure, how many pairs of eyes stared at him when he entered the hall, and finally ordered to sing, but he didn't order flower wine.

Little Jinbao was still smiling inside the door, but when she got out, the sisters said, "You two, don't even think about eating this fat." She bit her lips and smiled, showing her hands, " Those two are a couple."

No matter how upright it is for two people to sit, the corners of the eyes and brows can't be fooled, Bai Qiye is absent-minded, and Mr. Huo's eyes never leave him an inch.

Finally cleared up, Huo Zhenye leaned back and looked at Bai Zhun at the same level: "How do we find it?"

Bai Zhun took a bite of the dried cherries, and glanced at him: "It's not us, you went to find it, and you owe me."

Paste a chasing soul talisman, the soul comes out of the body, chases after the resentment, and finds the truth.

This is different from looking for a living soul for Xiao Kai. Xiao Kai has close relatives to call for his soul. Huo Zhenye has to take some risks in this way.

"Then post it." Huo Zhenye moved the Kang table away, and lay down beside Bai Zhun at will.

"Aren't you afraid?" Bai Zhun looked at him with intense eyes, the shadow of the palace lantern cast on Bai Zhun's face, the light in his eyes danced, and for a moment, it seemed that the light was about to jump out.

Huo Zhenye chuckled lightly, his chest trembling slightly: "I owe you."

After laughing, he closed his eyes, no matter how Bai Zhun dealt with him, the two still got so close for the first time, the faint sandalwood fragrance of Bai Zhun lingered around the tip of his nose.

Bai Zhun didn't even hide, he just lay beside him, there was only a thin line of distance between them.

Huo Zhenye slowly moved his hand over, his fingers pressed against Bai Zhun's, and Bai Zhun wanted to shrink his hand, but Huo Zhenye hooked it.

"I thought about it again, and I'm still a little scared."

Bai Zhun pursed his lips and didn't move. After all, he was the one trying to make a mistake.

Huo Zhenye closed his eyes, not letting himself laugh out loud.

Although there is no sun or moon in this building, the later the time, the heavier the resentment.Bai Zhun kept his eyes closed to rest his mind. When it was almost time to die, he opened his eyes and lit a stick of incense.

Huo Zhenye smelled a faint smell of blood, he opened the door and walked out, looked down the stairs, there were red lights everywhere in the building, the melodious singing of warblers on the stage, the whole building was full of people who came to have fun.

Standing by the railing on the second floor, he scanned everything from top to bottom, and then locked his eyes on one of the girls in the red cheongsam.

All the girls were laughing, sincerely and pretendingly, but she was the only one who was sitting grimly, not looking down on her face.

Huo Zhenye passed through the crowd, and she disappeared before he reached his eyes, and when he found her again, she had already stepped out of the hallway.

Huo Zhenye chased them out, and arrived at Jinxiu Street in a blink of an eye. There was no one on the street, the moon was sparse and the stars were sparse. The whole street was covered with mist. A few steps away, only women's red high-heeled shoes could be seen.

The high-heeled shoes "da, da, da" walked to Tailor Yan's shop and knocked on the door: "Is my cheongsam ready?"

Huo Zhenye followed with bated breath, took a few steps forward, and could see her waist through the shoes, but she still couldn't see the person clearly. Every time she wanted to get closer, she was wrapped in fog.

Of course Tailor Yan couldn't answer her, and the woman sighed: "Why haven't you done it yet?"

Saying that, she walked in, and after a while she came out again, knocking on the door of another house.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

The family ignored her.

She changed to another one.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

There was a sound in the door, and through the wooden door, there was a sound. "Who is it?"

"Make a cheongsam." The woman's voice was whispering, turning in through the wooden boards, "I have a piece of material, and I want to cut a cheongsam."

Huo Zhenye took a step forward, it was so dark that he could not clearly see the woman's face and the material in her hand.

A ray of light came through the wooden door, and the tailor opened the small window on the wooden board, and the light of the oil lamp shone from the inside.

Huo Zhenye took a step back. What the woman was holding in her hands was not any material at all, but a piece of soft human skin.

One side is snow-white, the other side is blood-red, with blood dripping down the human skin.

The female ghost turned her head quickly, and she walked towards Huo Zhenye step by step, grinning, and gently stroked the blood-dripping material with her fingers: "Look, my material, is it okay?"

Huo Zhenye couldn't move, he was very clear-headed, but his feet seemed to be on the ground, looking down, it turned out that he was following all the way, and his feet were stepping on the blood dripping from the human skin.

The tailor muttered, "Why is there no one there?" After saying that, he gasped and closed the small window on the door panel with a "snap".

There was no light on the long street, but the sound of high heels was still approaching, Huo Zhenye cursed in his heart, he took off his leather shoes, turned around and ran barefoot.

The woman was not in a hurry just now, when Huo Zhenye turned around and ran, she chased after her fiercely.

The sound of high heels kept ringing in Huo Zhenye's ears, no matter how he ran, he couldn't get rid of it.

The woman moved her legs wildly, and poked her head in front of Huo Zhenye: "Your material is also very good."

Grass!

Huo Zhenye thought of Bai Zhun in his heart, and quickly ran to the door of Changsantangzi. Once he entered the door, the inside changed drastically, as if he was having a wedding, and the small stage became a ceremony stage.

A woman in a red cheongsam stood on the stage, and everyone praised her: "This cheongsam is so beautifully made. I heard that the gold thread is real gold thread."

"Master Qiao is really willing to spend money." The lights and shadows were everywhere, and the gold and silver embroidery on the cheongsam was shining brightly.

Huo Zhenye didn't care about watching the show, so he ran upstairs. The woman behind him was chasing him closely. Seeing that he was about to catch up with him, Huo Zhenye pushed the door open.

There was a sound of "tearing" behind him, and the moment the light inside the door shone, the woman disappeared.

Huo Zhenye opened his eyes and saw Bai Zhun staring at him. He gasped for breath, only to realize that he was holding Bai Zhun's hand tightly, sweating all over his body, and his back was all wet.

He smiled: "I know what that woman looks like." When the female ghost just stretched her head over, he could see clearly that there was a mole in the corner of her eye.

Bai Zhun poured him a cup of tea, and Huo Zhenye felt a tightness in his throat. He sat up and drank the tea in one go, only then did he feel his back was empty.

Turning his head, he saw that the back of the shirt had been torn off in one piece.

Bai Zhun frowned: "Let go."

The author has something to say: Huo Qi: This is hard to explain, and there is no flower wine, and the clothes are torn