My monsters are going to heaven

At that time, Hua Moyan was a little tired from laughing, and finally raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief.

His own image in the lake raised his face as he moved.

But this face is not Lu Yiming's.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face with clear eyebrows.

what? !

Hua Moyan was stunned.

The hairs on the arms stood up.

This was a face he thought he would never see again in this life.

He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't seen it, and even if he wanted to draw it, he probably couldn't remember where the mole on the tip of his eye was.

That's right, these facial features, this appearance...

It was his face that was reflected in the water.

Hua Mo Yan's own face.

Familiar, that is because he has seen it countless times in the mirror; unfamiliar, that is because it has been too long.

Hua Moyan's eyes were wide open, and she didn't dare to blink, for fear that if she blinked, the image would disappear.

He cautiously stretched out his right hand, looking towards his own face.

When he came back to his senses, he was dragged into the lake by the force in the center of the vortex that appeared silently.

At this moment surrounded by the lake water, the four-legged skeleton seemed to be frozen and could not move.

The eardrums are swollen, and I can no longer hear any sound.

Cold, oppressive, and painful.

For the original him, this should be a bondage that he can break free from, but since he was infected with the seal last time, his strength has weakened a lot.

This unknown enemy becomes tricky.

Hua Moyan quickly forced himself to calm down from the panic, and silently recited the condensate formula to prevent the lake water from pouring into his lungs.

But the immobile body was still firmly grasped by a pair of invisible hands and pulled to the bottom of the lake.

Everything in the world is divided into six realms.

Among the six realms that exist in the Yang realm, besides the heavenly realm, the human realm, and the animal realm, there is also the all-encompassing Asura realm, which is between humans, ghosts and gods.

Master said that if you understand the attributes of demons and ghosts, you will find your own solution if you break through their methods.

But which lake should it belong to?

Did the lake become spiritual and turned into a ghost, or did the gods protect it to give it divinity, or...?

The pressure around him intensified, interrupting his thoughts and making him dizzy.

His Concentration Art won't last long, especially the suppressed feeling of suffocation is too strong, seriously affecting his consciousness, and it is difficult to continue to exercise.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he suddenly remembered that he should have a helper.

...Damn it, where is this guy surnamed Jin?

When he was hazy, a black figure rushed into his field of vision and grabbed his wrist fiercely.

His hands carried an unusual heat.

Under the feet, there seemed to be a pair of cold hands grabbing his feet.

The whole portrait will be torn into two halves.

Under the severe pain, he finally passed out.

……

When he woke up again, he opened his eyes and saw the familiar curtain.

Hua Moyan got up and looked around, he had already returned to the Lu residence.

It appears to have been successfully saved.

She changed into a set of clean clothes and wrapped herself in two thick quilts.

The body seems to be fine, but the tingling chill still remains in the limbs.

Kimporo sat on the bedside and played with a box with his back to him. There was nothing in the box, but he played with great interest.

Hua Moyan laughed, and stuck it onto Kimporo's generous and warm back: "I thought you weren't going to save me."

Kim Poro took his hand away in disgust, and said coldly, "It's not to save you."

At this time, Sister Chen pushed the door in with a basin of hot water: "Master, you just had a severe cold, lie down first, and I will wipe your hands."

Hua Moyan obediently handed over a hand that was blue with cold, and pretended to be pitiful tremblingly: "I'm suffering from some kind of disease, but I'm freezing to death."

Sister Chen scolded him while covering him with hot water: "It must be because you didn't come home all night last night, and you caught a bad cold, just keep warm."

After covering her hands and soaking her feet, Hua Moyan was still screaming cold under the three big quilts.

That pale face and blue lips was not an act of faking.

Strange to say, the chill in the extremities spread after being soaked in hot water.

At this moment, the torso and lungs are all cold and refreshing.

Sister Chen glanced at Kimporo who was sitting far away.

Sensing Sister Chen's gaze, Kim Poro raised his eyes coldly, feeling a sense of ominous foreboding.

East City Police Station.

The police officers came and went in and out like worker bees.

From time to time, people with dark or anxious faces rushed in to report the crime.

Everyone was so busy that no one noticed a black imported jeep parked decisively to the right of the gate.

No one even noticed that the middle-aged man in the car was observing everything in the police station with a livid face.

In Li Feiyun's office, Wen Yuan reported in a low voice the results of his observations at the Spring and Autumn Theater in the past few days:

[-]. Nothing unusual.

[-]. People in the theater seldom go out, they only walk between Lou Chuan and Qixing Building. Except for entertainment with the troupe master, the whole theater rarely communicates with outsiders.

[-]. Most of the theater's purchases are supplied by another cargo ship, and that cargo ship returns every ten days or so to supply goods.

In the end, Wen Yuan came to a conclusion: "On the surface, this is a normal big theater troupe."

However, Li Feiyun heard that there was something in the words, and asked: "Then what is it actually?"

"Actually," Wen Yuan frowned slightly, "this troupe is not normal."

"Fuck!" Li Feiyun couldn't help but patted the back of Wen Yuan's head, "Who the hell are you learning from, talking nonsense like that!"

"Don't worry, this matter must be analyzed from many angles. You see, Chunqiu Garden has been famous in our province for many years, and the head of the class has changed three times. Now this Zhou Xiaosheng is the latest one. No one knows about them. Where did the troupe come from? It suddenly became famous a few decades ago, and it became big naturally. But," Wen Yuan said calmly, "Such a well-known troupe has never recruited students. Not one of them. Not to mention those ordinary people who want to go in and become apprentices for a living."

"Chunqiu Garden has a lot of new plays every year. Whenever there are new plays, there are new actors. But since they never recruit newcomers, where do these new actors come from? And I also checked After that, no one knows the origin of these new characters."

Li Feiyun nodded: "This origin is a suspicious point. Go back and find contacts in the provincial capital, and check to see if there is any connection." How did you find out?"

Wen Yuan sighed: "I'm afraid, he really has nothing to do with the ghost in the case of the Chen family. When the case happened, Zhou Xiaosheng and his troupe were still singing in the same county, and their cargo ship hadn't passed the waterway here at that time." The same county has no trains and roads from this county. It takes a month at the fastest by land, and it is faster by water, but it takes more than half a month. Moreover, this troupe looks isolated from the outside world, and it does not seem to want to Do this thing."

"Then what are you doing analyzing so much earlier, wasting my time." Li Feiyun was so angry that he drank two sips of water.

"Oh, I just thought they were kind of weird."

"As long as it's not related to this case, and they didn't kill people and set fires, they can be weird if they like. Since ancient times, those opera singers have always been weird and vulgar..."

Before Li Feiyun could start his discussion, someone knocked on the door of the office from outside.

Not in a hurry, even in severity.

As soon as I heard it, I knew it wasn't from my own people. How often have a bunch of reckless men in the bureau been so particular.

And outsiders generally don't dare to rush to knock on the deputy director's door.

Li Feiyun gave him a wink, and Wen Yuan went over to open the door without haste.

I saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes standing outside the door. He had a fair and elegant appearance, his hair was combed meticulously, and even the short beard on his lips was neatly groomed. His sharp eyes were mixed with a bit of elegance. Stands a silver cane.

At a glance, he looks like a teacher in a school, as if his mouth is a sharp admonition.

Li Feiyun subconsciously felt that this was not a local.

One is that this person's clothing does not look like a local gentry, but it is high-end. If he is a local, he will at least be a person of status, but Li Feiyun has never seen him; Too calm and haughty, even looking at him with condescending contempt, this is a kind of weather-beaten sophistication that has seen the fearlessness of the big market.

Li Feiyun deliberately stood up and smiled: "I don't know if you came from afar, how do you call it? What can you learn from Li when you come to our office?"

The middle-aged man straightened his back and walked a few steps towards the door, every step was as uniform as if measured with a ruler.

After he came in, Li Feiyun and Wen Yuan saw that there were several young people behind him.

Although those followers were all wearing casual clothes, their straight standing posture and stern eyes were by no means ordinary people.

"You guys wait outside. Don't let other people disturb you without my order." The middle-aged man's tone was very gentle, but with a deterrent force that could not be refuted.

"Yes." The young men answered in unison.

The middle-aged man closed the door, turned around, and sat down on the guest chair without asking for permission.

With a high and inviolable expression, he cut to the point: "You are Li Feiyun?"

Even though Wen Yuan had seen few people in the market, he secretly and boldly guessed the other party's identity.

His standing posture, gait, the position of the calluses between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand... Combined with all the signs, this person should have something to do with the army.

Although Li Feiyun is a rough man, he is a rough man with a quick mind.

He took the initiative to step forward and bowed to the middle-aged man: "Adjutant Zheng, I have long admired you."

Wen Yuan was surprised inwardly: Speaking of Adjutant Zheng, the provincial capital must be referring to...

Could it be that he is Adjutant Zheng, the big celebrity in front of Dashuai Zhang? !This character is indeed famous.

But how could someone like Adjutant Zheng come here...

Wen Yuan remembered the case of Chen Ji's extermination of the family more than a month ago, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead: That's right, the commander-in-chief's son-in-law's family was exterminated, and the one-month investigation period has passed long ago.Not only did the time limit expire, even this son-in-law Chenglong Kuai didn't tell the truth from the fake one. Two people suddenly appeared, one was missing and the other was in custody.Bureau Li still couldn't hide it from the report.

It seems that this is coming to Xingshi to inquire about the crime. It's over, and it will be enough in a while.

……

Wait, Director Li obviously didn't recognize him just now, why did he suddenly call out his name?Could it be that he guessed?

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to guess wrong.

The middle-aged man really smiled: "Although I am an adjutant, my surname is Liu."

Li Feiyun showed no signs of embarrassment, instead he apologized generously: "So it's Liu Wenyuan, Adjutant Liu, sorry for your disrespect!"

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand: "We have never met before, so it is understandable to admit our mistakes."

Wen Yuan sweated a lot for Li Feiyun.

Liu Wenyuan is the adjutant of General Zhang Qishan, the eldest son of Marshal Zhang. Although he is not as powerful as Adjutant Zheng, he is also well-known.

It is said that when he was young, he was a cruel and ruthless person. He had served as a general and fought in wars, and somehow he was willing to give in to such a job as an adjutant.

"Adjutant Zheng is busy with business, and he is busy receiving guests from the Northwest Army, so he has no time to look around. So the commander-in-chief sent me over this time to secretly investigate the progress of the case. I heard that Director Li is the person in charge here, so I came to visit One or two." Although Liu Wenyuan's words were polite, they were full of questioning tone.

I can't blame him even after thinking about it.

Such a big case is related to nobles, and the one-month deadline has passed long ago. Li Feiyun has not reported the case, and even Chen Jinzhi has no news. It is very reasonable for him to come down to check.

Li Feiyun and Wen Yuan looked at each other, and they both said the same sentence in their helpless eyes: Accept your fate!

In the evening, Huoshaoyun burned all the way to the dead branches of Lu's house, as if they were about to ignite those branches, reflecting the whole yard in crimson.

Lao Wang climbed to the edge of the well, looked up at Yunxia, ​​his little face was flushed.

It wants to call twice, so that other people in the house can come out to see the beautiful sunset, but it thinks that its own call may scare the masters, so it can only give up.

But this cloud is really too gorgeous. It has lived for nearly a thousand years and has seen so many sunsets, but it still can't help being intoxicated by today's cloud.

It's a pity that the master just sleeps in and misses such a beautiful thing.

Thinking of this, Lao Wang glanced at the copper basin by the well out of the corner of his eye, and had a flash of inspiration.

"state!!!!"

A loud noise woke Lu Yiming from his sleep.

He shivered a bit, but didn't bother to open his eyes.

I muttered in my heart: What's going on, what exploded?

There seemed to be something warm and elastic in his arms, and he touched a few of them casually, with an indescribably smooth and firm feeling.

Touch all the way down.

This feels really good.

just like……

like……? ?

Ok?

like……? ? ? !

Lu Yiming finally couldn't help but opened his eyes.

The author has something to say: After a long detour, I can finally return to the main line, hum.