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Datou personally guarded Hongyang, and Huo Zhenye repeatedly warned him not to fall asleep or approach him.

Datou put a basin of cold water on the table, whenever he felt sleepy, he would dip his hands in the cold water, on such a cold day, dipping his fingers in cold water, the chill went straight into his bones.

It woke him up instantly, which was more effective than drinking strong tea.

He also stood up from time to time, stomped his legs and stretched out his hands, fearing that he would fall asleep.Another policeman, nicknamed Ah Si, is a partner with Da Tou.

He fell asleep and saw that the big head was still holding on, he slammed his mouth and said: "Big head, let's squint for a while, the door is so tightly locked, he can still fly."

Besides, the brothers invited this human trafficker to eat a full meal of roasted pork with bamboo shoots, and beat his butt until he couldn't even lie down. It was unnecessary to send two people to guard him.

The big head shook his head: "No, Mr. Huo ordered, you must watch carefully, this person is a bit evil."

Ah Si laughed for a while: "Evil? Just him? When we beat him, he couldn't even hum." He yawned a long time, sniffed and said, "It's really a day today. Cold, I'm going to buy a bowl of sweet wine, do you want it?"

Datou was already hungry, he nodded, and when he saw Ah Si yawning, he wanted to yawn too, and when he yawned, he felt drowsy.

Just as he was about to dip his hand into the cold water, he heard a muffled "boom" from the cell door.

Datou walked to the door with his baton, opened the small grid on the cell door to look in, Hongyang fell to the ground, and Datou knocked on the door frame with his baton.

The iron gate made a "bang bang" sound: "Hey, what are you doing, get up quickly."

Hongyang's face was pressed against the ground, the big head couldn't see his face, and his sight was blocked, so he could only look in through the small grid hole. Hongyang didn't move at first, and then his legs twitched.

He was taken aback, this person wouldn't have a goat's horn madness, if he bit his tongue and died in prison, then he would have to bear the responsibility.

Hongyang was tied hands and feet, it would be okay to look at him, Datou took out the key, opened the door, but he didn't dare to approach him, and turned him over with a baton.

Hongyang closed his eyes tightly, and the moment he turned over, he opened his eyes wide and gave a big grin.

The mouth stretched to the ears, and the bright red tongue popped out. This is not a human, it is a living lizard!

Datou screamed and leaned back, just as he was about to escape from the door, he saw a row of little paper figurines pasted on the door, the little paper figurines were holding hands, grinning like Hongyang.

The paper figurine was only a few inches tall, with no eyes or noses, only mouths. They opened their mouths and laughed at the big head.

"Hee hee hee hee..."

Datou waved his baton wildly, and Hongyang stretched out his long tongue to attack him. This little policeman was young and strong, and he just sucked enough.

The tongue curled up on the neck of the big head, and the long tongue scraped the neck of the big head with mucus. The tip of the tongue hooked and picked, and the buttons on the collar of the police uniform popped out.

Datou slammed on the iron door, hoping Ah Si could hear him.

But Ah Si was still waiting for the sweet wine to be fermented outside. When the cold wind blew, he rubbed his hands and said to the stall owner, "Hey, put some more dumplings and crack an egg for me. It's too cold today."

Datou backhanded Hongyang's head with his baton, Hongyang's tongue tip opened his collar, just about to puncture his trachea, the small silver piece hanging on Datou's neck flashed silver.

Hongyang wailed, covered her mouth, blood was bubbling between her fingers.

The big head retreated to the wall, and he reached out to touch the silver piece around his neck, which was given to him by his grandfather.

Grandpa has been a butler all his life, and this little piece of silver is the guy he eats, and it has been his lifelong autopsy knife.

Datou was always crying at night when he was young, so the grandfather poked out the handle of the knife, blunted it and pierced it, and hung it up for the little grandson, saying that the child's eyes are too clean, this thing is very evil, and he dare not touch dirty things.

Datou really hasn't cried since he hung up the silver piece. He hasn't taken it off since he hung it up since he was a child.

Wu Laosheng, the silver light of the autopsy knife, Hongyang's tongue was poked, the pain was unbearable, the tongue kept bleeding, he didn't dare to stay for a long time, opened the door and ran out.

Just in time, he met Ah Si who had bought sweet rice wine. Ah Si was hit on the head by him and passed out. Two bowls full of sweet rice wine were spilled on the ground.

When Datou chased him out, there was no sign of Hongyang on the street.

Ah Si was seriously injured, and there was a circle of blood on Datou's neck, which turned from red to purple, and he was speechless.

Bai Yang sat on the high altar, finished pronouncing the oracle, and returned to the room. Before he entered, he could smell the sweet and greasy smell of fermented wine, and the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus was also mixed with a trace of blood.

The woman in black beside him rushed in first, and grabbed Hong Yang out of the cabinet.

Hongyang was covered in wounds, his tongue had a blood hole, and the corner of his mouth kept oozing blood. He didn't want to waste it, so he took it with his hands, and then drank it into his stomach.

Bai Yang looked at him as if he was an abandoned child: "Why are you here?"

Hongyang coughed and laughed, and spat out blood: "You want to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"It was you who touched something you shouldn't have touched." Bai Yang's expression remained the same, apart from feeling that Hong Yang's blood spitting was very bloody, he couldn't bear to see him hurt.

He pulled out his handkerchief and covered the tip of his nose.

Hong Yang kept staring at his movements, and when he saw this, he suddenly remembered something. Bai Zhun was doing the same thing in the mirror. He asked in surprise, "What is your relationship with Bai Zhun? Is he your descendant?"

An angry look appeared on Bai Yang's face, and the lamplight shone on his shadow.

Bai Yang's body was seven or eight steps away from Hong Yang, but the shadow he cast on the wall stretched out his hand, grabbed Hong Yang's throat, lifted Hong Yang up and fell to the ground.

The woman in black walked to the door and closed the door and window.

"I've shown mercy to you, why don't you know what's good or bad?"

The shadow raised his foot to step on Hongyang's back, and crushed Hongyang's back with the back of his foot. Hongyang couldn't bear the force, and spit out blood: "I didn't...I didn't..."

"You spy in your dreams because you want to learn my spells?" Bai Yang stared at Hong Yang like he was looking at a dead person.

It is true that Hongyang was dug out from the soil by him, he was still alive, and he was still breathing. Baiyang saw that his skin was like jade, and there was no damage on his body, so he took him away to save him.

"Don't forget, if I can make you live, I can make you die."

At this point, Hongyang has nothing to be afraid of, he coughed up blood: "You can't bear it." Even if he is willing to give up his life, he can't bear his skin.

Bai Yang knew what he was thinking, he glanced at the woman in black.

The woman in black took out the box from the cabinet. When the box was opened, there was a set of tools inside, including bamboo knives and scissors.

Bai Yang drew out the narrow bamboo knife, and only then did he smile: "Don't worry, for the sake of past love, I will definitely save your life, and I won't cause you too much pain."

Hong Yang was carried to the table by the woman in black, and his four feet were fixed on the wooden plank. The woman in black lit a stick of incense and waved it at the tip of his nose.

Cigarettes got into his nostrils, Hongyang's eyes were still open, but his senses were dull.

Bai Yang pointed the thin blade at his face: "Don't move, if the knife is crooked, your skin will be useless."

A useless skin was left on a useless person, Hong Yang knew what the consequences would be, if he didn't move, if he obediently handed over the human skin, Bai Yang would definitely spare his life.

The woman in black watched silently. Apart from Hongyang's heavy breathing when he couldn't bear the pain, there was only the sound of the blade cutting the skin.

Blood seeped down the table boards along the wood cracks and fell on the brick floor, making a continuous "tick, tick, tick" sound.

Bai Yang's movements were very light, with a swipe of the blade, the human skin was gently torn apart.

Hongyang could see the sticky pieces of flesh and blood being scraped off by Baiyang, and with a flick of the thin blade in his hand, only the light human skin was left.

When the whole piece of skin was torn off, Bai Yang soaked the skin in fresh blood, and he wrapped Hong Yang with a piece of paper, and the paper adhered tightly to the flesh and blood.

Bai Yang wiped his hands and said, "I'll save your life, get out of here quickly."

Hongyang still wanted to move the paper figurines, but no matter how he moved, the paper-cut figurines didn't listen to him, and a stack of paper figurines lay limply on the ground: "Why can't they move? Why can't they move?"

The woman in black grabbed him and pierced Hongyang's paper skin with her five fingers. He screamed in pain and was thrown into the wing to be guarded.

Hong Yang has been patient, and when Bai Yang went out to preach, he dragged a young disciple, put on his clothes and escaped.

The skin made of paper couldn't be stretched, so he curled up and left slowly, escaped from the concession, and fled into the old city.

Huo Zhenye reserved a private room on the upper floor of the teahouse as usual, and waited to see the paper bundles made by Bai Zhun carry them from the street.

Bai Zhun lazily leaned on the rocking chair. Before the team reached the teahouse, someone from the arresting room came to look for Huo Zhenye.

"Mr. Huo, we searched around, but finally found you!"

"What's wrong?" Huo Zhenye put down the teacup, could it be that Hongyang escaped?

"The prisoner escaped, and both Datou and Ah Si were injured." Chief arrester Song blocked the news and arrested the whole city, but he still hasn't found any clues about Hongyang.

Huo Zhenye stood up at once: "Have you found everything?"

"We're looking for it, but Hongkou is the Japanese Concession, we can't get in." Where the Japanese are, Britain and the United States can't intervene now. Besides, Chief Song refuses to admit that the prisoner has been lost, so how can he go looking for it with great fanfare.

"That's not why we came here. It's the big head. He was strangled by the prisoner with something yesterday. He was red yesterday, but he's turned purple today. He spoke out."

Fortunately, Datou can read and write, and he wrote "Mr. Huo", that's why they came to Huo Zhenye.

I also have doubts in my heart, what's the use of finding Mr. Huo?Mr. Huo doesn't know how to see a doctor.

"Bring it here." Bai Zhun's eyes were still staring out of the window, the rocking chair was swaying, the statue of the City God outside hadn't arrived yet, but the passers-by had already knelt down by the side of the road, burning gold, silver and offering wine and meat to the City God.

The two patrolmen glanced at Huo Zhenye, and he nodded: "Listen to Master Qi, bring him here."

He withdrew Bai Zhun's surname, but he respectfully called him Bai Zhun, and the two police officers quickly brought him over.

Bai Zhun sat on the wheelchair and rolled in front of the big head.

The big-headed man was awake, but his neck was badly injured, his head was tilted, and he had to be supported, as if it would break if he didn't pay attention.

Bai Zhun used the bamboo stick to lift off the collar of the big head, and looked at the deep purple place, he was quite surprised.

"How did this happen?"

The big head wrote a red letter and a tongue letter.

When Bai Zhun saw it, his face was full of disgust, and he took two steps back in the wheelchair: "Go buy a big tank, buy some new glutinous rice, boil the glutinous rice, and give him a bath."

The big head said "ohhh", he heard from his grandfather that glutinous rice is used to detoxify the corpse.

"You're lucky, this thing will be useless in the future." Bai Zhun also saw the small piece of silver on his neck, the silver knife turned black, the corpse poison must have been decades at least.

Datou couldn't even nod his head, he never thought that the one locked up yesterday was not a red man, but a dead body.

The two patrols went to find a water tank to boil glutinous rice, and were going to give Datou a glutinous rice bath.

The procession of the City God's parade outside suddenly became commotion, and someone shouted loudly: "It's not good! The City God's Temple is on fire!"

Bai Zhun's face suddenly changed, and the bamboo wheelchair rushed out, Huo Zhenye followed closely, carried him on his back and ran back and forth to the small building of Bai's house.