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Huo Zhenye staggered, carried a box of coffee cakes back to Yu Qingli, Axiu slipped out and opened the door for him, then quickly retreated into the room.

The master was in a bad mood, everyone lowered their eyebrows and looked at each other, even the little oriole was honest, and didn't dare to provoke Zhu Ding, so he stood far away on the beam of the house, turning his head and tail, hoping that Zhu Ding would take a look at it.

Bai Zhun sat at the table with two side dishes and a bowl of porridge. When Huo Zhenye came back, he didn't even lift his eyelids, took a mouthful of porridge with a porcelain spoon, put it to his mouth, and blew gently.

"Why do you eat white porridge?" Huo Zhenye frowned, and picked out that the side dishes were not rich, "This pickled melon is not good either. When I go back tomorrow, let Liu Ma make some for you."

Bai Zhun ignored him, Huo Zhenye sat down in front of him, and waited for a long time before Axiu came to bring him bowls and chopsticks.

Only then did he feel that the atmosphere was not right: "What's the matter?" After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that Bai Zhun had just died as a senior brother. Although it was his own doing, he was still Bai Zhun's senior brother. It is normal for him to feel uncomfortable.

"Do you want to have a funeral?"

Bai Zhun put down the spoon, picked up a piece of pickled melon with the tip of the chopsticks, and brought it to his mouth.

"Don't eat this." Huo Zhenye rolled up his sleeves and put away the porridge, "Eat this first, even if you want to be a vegetarian, this is not the way to eat it."

Give him a piece of coffee cake, afraid that he will eat too much, cut it in half.

Bai Zhun took a sip of the coffee cream with a small spoon, watched him run out, and quickly called a table of vegetarian dishes back.

Sai crabs, soy bamboo shoots, and water shield soup.Three bowls of dishes were placed in front of him, Bai Zhun took a look.

"Even monks eat eggs, so they are vegetarian after all." With Bai Zhun's body, even if he doesn't eat meat, he still has to eat eggs and milk.

Bai Qiye condescended and took a bite of Sai crab with the tip of his chopsticks. The egg white and egg yolk were fried separately, and salted egg yolk and vinegar ginger were added to bring out the flavor of crab meat.

"How about it? Not bad, this should be made with yellow croaker meat. If you like to eat it, you can try fish meat later." Huo Zhenye was smiling all over his eyes, and his eyes were shining under the light, and his eyes were particularly bright.

Bai Zhun glanced at him and went out to meet someone, is it worth his happiness?

The little squirrel paced back and forth on the beam, looked down at the two people at the table, one was sitting upright, picking up rice grains with chopsticks, and the other was leaning forward.

It flapped its wings, swished to the edge of the cage, and stretched its neck to touch the pink bird in the cage with its beak.

Huo Zhenye was still laughing, but Bai Zhun glanced at him, put down his chopsticks with a "snap", and the bamboo wheelchair rolled into the room.

"He, is he angry?" Huo Zhenye asked the two rows of paper figurines on the left and right. All the paper figurines were looking at their noses and noses, and their noses were watching their hearts. Huo Zhenye had no choice but to stand up and follow into the room, "What's wrong?"

Bai Zhun didn't answer, he used a bamboo knife in one hand and bamboo scissors in the other to cut red paper and clothes.

Huo Zhenye accompanied him under the lamp, splitting bamboo strands with a bamboo stick, and the only light in the room was the soft beeping of the lanterns.Bai Zhun watched Huo Zhenye's wrist turn lightly, the bamboo strands were cut thin and long, with constant twists and turns, the unknown fire dissipated a little.

The two stayed silent for a while, and Huo Zhenye said: "Xi Hong's body will be parked for another two days, and the Qiao family paid a funeral fee to choose a proper grave for her to bury, why don't you rest for two days first?" When you feel better, sew up the skin for her."

"It must be sewn up before the Hungry Ghost Festival." There is also Song Ying, who can't let her soul wander in the mortal world, and send her on the road during the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Huo Zhenye saw that Bai Zhun's face turned paler, and he struck faster. If he could do a little more, Bai Zhun would be able to spend less energy, go down with the knife, pull the wound, and take a light breath.

Bai Zhun tapped his shoulder with a stick of bamboo: "Take it lightly, use your wrist strength."

A touch on Huo Zhenye's shoulder made his heart thump. He turned around and grasped the bamboo stick, connecting the two with a thin bamboo: "Do you think it's normal for a man to like a woman?"

He looked straight at Bai Zhun without turning around at all.

The unknown fire in Bai Zhun's heart was burning again, and he pulled out the bamboo stick, but he was ashamed to ask.

"Ethics are always like this, yin and yang are in harmony." Bai Zhun's face was sombre, what's so good about that little doctor, he looks like a woman?

Huo Zhenye was stunned, he didn't expect Bai Zhun to be so decisive, but thinking about it, the seven tunes were originally meant to reconcile yin and yang, how could he go against what he had learned all his life?

With a loosening of the palm of the hand, the bamboo strips slid away, and he sat down listlessly under the lamp, chopping the bamboo strands and pasting red paper on the bamboo strips.

Seeing him wilting, Bai Zhun felt satisfied, cut the paper clothes, and went back to sleep.

Huo Zhenye was sitting on the bed in the corridor, looking at the moonlight in the courtyard, sighing, and finally Huo Qishao figured it out, who cares, he likes Bai Zhun anyway.

Early the next morning, Huo Zhenye went out quietly, Bai Zhun was going to clean up the mess for Bai Li, Xi Hong, Song Ying, and Tailor Zhou, he had to go to the arresting room.

As soon as he closed the door, Bai Zhun opened his eyes. He didn't sleep well all night, he just listened to Huo Zhenye tossing and turning over the wall.

So early in the morning, you are so anxious to see that little doctor?

The little squirrel flew out of the yard without its master saying a word, landed on Huo Zhenye's shoulder, and pecked him angrily.

Huo Zhenye patted its head, and the little squirrel followed Huo Zhenye to the arresting room. The big head grinned when he saw Huo Zhenye: "Mr. Huo! Have you read the newspaper these days?"

Bai Zhun couldn't decide on the newspaper, of course he didn't read it, but seeing the big head's appearance, it was a good thing, and asked with a smile, "What? Did the newspaper reward you?"

Shaking his head, he took out a stack of newspapers: "It's not me, it's Mr. Huo, you're famous!"

Huo Zhenye has been famous for a long time, the Empress of Huaguo has made a lot of noise in the city, which newspaper doesn't write a few words about him?A Huaguo case has enriched the pockets of several newspaper offices.

He reached out to take the newspaper. It was a tabloid whose name he had never heard of. Huo Zhenye casually flipped through it, and saw large ink characters printed on it: "The Dude Turns into a Detective, Solve Strange Cases After the Huaguo Case".

Huo Zhenye glanced at ten lines, and the more he looked, the more he frowned. This is a story report. The protagonist didn't write his name, but he was nicknamed Qishao. Rehabilitate yourself.

Some of the sentences in it look very familiar, either from "Sherlock Holmes" or from "Detective Cases of Charlie Chan".

The writing is rough, but the story is weird. This tabloid reporter writes that Qi Shao can use psychics and uses psychics to solve the case.

Although it's a pseudonym, it can be seen at a glance that the prototype is Huo Zhenye, and even the big head can see it: "Mr. Huo, tomorrow is the finale of the Song Fusheng couple's case. This newspaper is very popular now."

"It's all a mess." Huo Zhenye threw the newspaper on the table with a glance.

Even the story of Song Fusheng going to the church to ask for holy water was dug up by this reporter, and the newspaper reports also began to include words like Satan and the devil. Don't ask, this must be Father Brown's remarks.

Coincidentally, the people in Shanghai have seen too many Chinese ghosts, and then foreign ghosts.

"Has Song Fusheng been released?" Huo Zhenye was very concerned.

"It's been released a long time ago." Datou lowered his voice, mysteriously, "Mr. Song has made a lot of foreign money by arresting him." He almost squeezed Song Fusheng dry.

The big head sighed after finishing speaking: "It's just...it's just that people seem to have gone crazy."

"like?"

"It is clear that he has a clear mind, but he has been waiting at the gate of No. 77 Sanguantang Road."

But in a few days, he was dressed in rags and wandered the streets like a beggar. The arrest house received several reports that he would chase a family of three on the road and be bullied by real beggars on the road.

The big head said: "I sent him back several times, but before he got to the door, he escaped."

Whether Song Fusheng wanted to find Bai Li to settle the score, or whether he wanted to find Bai Li to get another wife, is unknown.

After hearing this, Huo Zhenye was silent for a moment, then patted Datou on the shoulder: "You tell the brothers, if anyone sees him again, I will take him to take a bath and have a meal, and the money will be mine."

"Mr. Huo, you are really a good person." In this kind of world, who would care about people without relatives or relatives.

"That's right! The kidnapper caught by Hongkou was the one who killed Song Mingjie and died in prison. It is said that he committed suicide."

It had happened several days ago, but the Hongkou case was still unsolved, no one had been in or out of the warehouse, the steam windows were so high, and the death of the three kidnappers was still so miserable.

The Hongkou verdict was due to infighting among the kidnappers, the one who went crazy killed the other three, and then committed suicide in prison, so the case was closed.

"What about Xihong's case?"

"This case is still being debated. Sanchangtang is in the old city, Qiao's is in the concession, and Xihong has a contract of sale." The laws used by the two sides are different.

The big heads thought it was weird that a rich man like the Qiao family had no money for a dozen small ocean-going ships at the pier.

Huo Zhenye raised his lips and smiled. The Qiao family was afraid that the corpse would climb into the garden again, so they buried themselves under the tree, and the family would not live in peace.

"That Young Mistress Qiao has divorced Master Qiao in the newspaper." I heard that Qiao's family gave the Young Mistress a sum of money, and most of it was a literate arrester who was rare in the arresting room. The patrols listened to him read the news every day. I know a little about gossip, and my brothers love to listen to "Detective Seven".

The next issue is "Rainy Day Digger Joe's Home".

When Huo Zhenye was talking to the big head, the oriole jumped onto the table by itself. Its thin beak touched the newspaper and jumped down along the layout. After Huo Zhenye finished speaking, he turned his head and saw it jumping around. Que: "Do you still read newspapers?"

The oriole raised its head.

"Mr. Huo, the bird you raised is so smart." Not only can you find the dead body, but you can also read the newspaper. Could it be true that the psychic detective?The big head wanted to reach out and touch the little squirrel's head.

The titmouse jumped away, retracted its wings, and stared at the big head with its dark eyes. The big head saw a little haughty look on its bird face, and slowly retracted its hand.

Huo Zhenye patted his shoulder and signaled the oriole to fly over: "Let's go."

The oriole fluttered its wings and landed on his shoulders. Once it stood firm, it put its wings behind its back and glanced at the big head.

The big head smacked its lips, this bird is really powerful.

Huo Zhenye went to a Chinese medicine store to pick ginseng for Bai Zhun's body, and when he opened the door with the box, he saw Bai Zhun sitting in the patio reading a newspaper.

Seeing Huo Zhenye's return, Bai Zhun flipped the pages of the newspaper, making strange noises of criticizing articles from time to time.

Huo Zhenye walked over with the medicine box, glanced at it, and saw that the newspaper in Bai Zhun's hand was the one that the boss in the arresting room showed him.

Even with a face like Huo Zhenye's, he couldn't stand it: "You... When did you start ordering newspapers?"

Bai Zhun turned a page melodiously, he was in a good mood: "Today." After talking about the newspaper in Yang Yang's hand, "Psychic detective?"

Huo Zhenye laughed and was angry, feeling that he could not be spoiled like this anymore, strode to the wheelchair, opened the medicine box in his hand, and there were fresh ginseng and honey slices in the medicine box.

He is afraid of hardship and smell, so he can eat some ginseng slices soaked in honey.

Huo Zhenye took out a piece and brought it to Bai Zhun's mouth: "Try a piece, it will nourish your vitality and soothe your nerves."

Bai Zhunba's lips parted slightly, he took a bite, his long eyelashes drooped, and if he couldn't keep it, he would let him go.

The author has something to say: Huo. Psychic Detective Seven: If you can keep it, you will not leave even if you drive me away!

Fresh ginseng honey slices are easy to change after eating for a long time