Strange events in the imperial capital

Chu Han's face may have turned pale.His complexion was properly covered under Zhou Yu's handsome appearance, and his eyes were as pure, clear and honest as ever, making it hard to resist.His voice was ethereal, outsiders couldn't hear him, only his lips moved, but he knew that Fang San'er could hear every word clearly.He was considerate enough to leave room for the opponent to maneuver.

The two of them looked at each other without avoiding it, and whoever looked away at this time must be showing a guilty conscience.

Fang Xiaoqian's face was thin and his lips were tightly closed. Under the oil paint and powder, there was no emotion. He raised his chin stubbornly and stared at Chu Han.

Above the theater building, a long-term martial artist "choked, choked, choked" was playing happily with flower guns, and he performed "Picking the Pulley".The play tells the tragic story of Song Jiang Gaochong fighting to overturn eleven iron tackles of the Jin soldiers in "The Complete Biography of Shuoyue", but in the end his strength was exhausted and he was crushed by the No.12 trolley.

In the aisle below the stage, the eyes of the two were locked together, as if to see who could crush the other in terms of momentum.

Chu Han lowered his voice again and said, "At first, I wanted to find you to solve the secrets of the small building in No. 3 Courtyard, but I didn't expect that the case would become more and more difficult, and more and more things would be dug. Don't tell me you don't know about this, You must have known it a long time ago. Now under the Daxiangfeng Alley, in that underground palace, the number of 'those people' is increasing, and there are new ones every day, popping up from nowhere..."

Chu Han let his voice be buried in the extremely noisy instrumental music and singing in the hall, as well as the applause of fans sipping tea, to cover up his frustration.

He felt that he and Fang might be "over playing".No matter how unwilling he is, his inborn compulsive correction personality is doomed to be unbearable. If he must speak out, he will die happily.He grew up so big, he tried his best to be shrewd and thorough in everything, and no one could fool him under his nose.His temper and self-esteem cannot tolerate deception from those around him.The surname Fang, you think I am like Shen Chenghe, the thing growing on the neck is not a head, but a big basket?

Chu Han leaned closer to the other party: "It's increasing every day, how did it come about? Don't say you don't know."

Fang San'er pulled his eyebrows upwards, and Xiaobawang's whole face twisted up: "You don't think I did it?"

Chu Han was really entangled in this way, and the hands that had been resting on the edge of the table subconsciously pinched the tea bowl, and the palm bones suddenly turned white.What he thought in his heart was, give me a reason, as long as you can fool me with any set of rhetoric, as long as you say it, I will believe it, and I will pretend to be stupid about this... The teacup rubbed between his fingers and made a difficult sound.

But Third Master Fang's unafraid expression just didn't intend to tell the truth.If this person didn't want to say anything, even if Chu Han pinched the other person's neck, he wouldn't be able to choke out a word.Can you beat it with your hands?That night in the dark tunnel, he was easily taken away by the other party, and he didn't even figure out how the other party shot.

Of course, Chu Han is not aware of every detail.He also has a lot that he doesn't know.

For example, he actually didn't know how Xiao Qiantose "accidentally" exposed his whereabouts not far behind him.He didn't know that Mr. Shen met a ghost while walking at night, and someone whipped the back of his head with something in the shape of a soft whip, so that he had the opportunity to hear dripping water and smell the breath...

Chu Han was not the only one who felt aggrieved and wanted to bite someone to relieve his anger.

The Third Master Fang picked up the tea bowl, drank it expressionlessly, lifted the bowl, his lips were frozen into a line, and ice shards could shake out between his teeth.

This is a kind of threat that does not require words, that is to say: there is today, but there is no tomorrow, Mr. Chu, what can you do to me?

At that moment, Chu Han was suddenly depressed, extremely disappointed, imagining himself as too important in the other party's heart, and after being strongly self-important, he was suddenly extinguished after the fantasy was forced into reality, and the annihilated emotion made him very sad.He asked the last thing in a daze: "Is that very prestigious man with an ivory official badge someone who was important to you before?"

"No."

"You're wrong."

This time Third Master Fang denied it very simply.

"Bang" a cracking sound.

The gongs, drums, and cymbals were just catching up with the door, and there was a loud noise in the aisle, which startled the luthiers and gongs and drum masters beside the stage, and all turned their heads to stare at "Zhou Yu".

Chu Han looked down at his right hand.

He crushed the teacup.

He didn't take care of himself.No matter how hard other people pinch it, they will not be able to break the porcelain cup, at most they will throw it out and break it.Chu Han's hands are different from others.Several days of continuous insomnia and drug side effects caused him to be a little hyperactive, and his muscles lost control when he was emotional.His thumb, index finger and middle finger pierced through the porcelain bowl at the same time, and the three fingers clasped together and crushed the bowl.

Fragments scrambled to the ground.

The other half of the broken bowl was embedded in his knuckles in a strange shape, and tea and blood flowed out.

Fang San'er glanced at him in surprise, quickly squatted in front of him, and pinched his wrist.

Chu Han didn't feel too much pain, he was taken aback by himself, and felt very embarrassed under the eyes of everyone in the background... It's rare in his life to do a few stupid things and be seen by so many people, he really didn't intend to make trouble!

Fang San'er tried to pick out the broken bowl on his finger.The piece of porcelain with three holes was very thick, and it got stuck at the thickest joint of Chu Han's finger and couldn't be removed, blood gushing out.Fang San'er frowned and shook his head, finally had no choice but to carefully pinch the edge of the tile.

Chu Han watched the man keep grinding the piece of porcelain with his fingers.The sharp edges of the tiles were slowly rounded, becoming smaller and smaller, and at the same time a piece of powder rustled on the ground.

Polishing the tiles saved Chu Han's fingers.

Little Chitose's fingertips were also covered with blood. It is estimated that two fingerprints were worn away, and it is impossible to tell whose blood it is.

The people around looked at the excitement, thinking that the young boys were bickering and arguing, and the next scene started, and it was a lively martial arts show, and the audience was immersed in watching the play again.

"You, what's the big deal? Cough..." Fang San'er was still squatting on the ground, looked up at Chu Han, sighed, and couldn't hold back a smile from the corner of his mouth: "I knew you were going to take the tea bowl Crush it, bleed all this blood, I say, ask yourself."

……

"Sun Ce" had a painted face painted in gold, and looked up at him like this, the deepest part of his bones was pure, with no scheming.

I said, just ask.

Chu Han is not obsessed with the truth, it seems that he just wants to listen to these six words.

All the blood gushes out from the taut atrium and rushes freely to the limbs.The original sharp doubt and pain dissipated, and I felt a warmth that I had never felt before.If he had known this before, he wouldn't bother to ask any more questions, so what if his head is a mess?

The biggest advantage of Chu Han is that after every time he is done pretending, he knows how to reflect on the spot, and he knows how to return when he is lost.

He rubbed his forehead. He must have forgotten to take his medicine before going out in the morning. Is he sick from idle time?

……

The two sat opposite each other, Fang Xiaoqian took his broken and injured hand, and explained a few words.

First, no hands or feet have been done underground, those people and artifacts all appeared out of nowhere.

Second, there must be a problem with the magnetic field underground in the palace, and the disappearing shadows in the No. 3 courtyard are also related.

Third, I didn't take your thoughts into account, and I'm used to being alone. I used to walk around the rivers and lakes for so many years without anyone to accompany me. I'm used to it.

fourth……

Third Master Fang didn't have any particularly friendly expression at that time, as if it was a natural sentence from the heart: "Fourth, I will not harm you anyway, what are you worried about?"

……

A few days later, they made an appointment to meet before entering the underground palace.

Before Chu Han's eyes, the road under the tunnel became wider this time, and the originally deep and dark distance revealed light.As soon as they entered, water droplets quickly dripped from the stone walls on both sides, ticking tirelessly to make a rhythm, and a faint mist filled the surrounding area.The wetness is definitely uncomfortable, but the warm emotion of being filled somewhere inside offsets the discomfort of being wet and sticky on the skin.

The young master Shen Chenghe didn't feel the warmth of being stuffed by others. At this moment, he had an expression of "no one loves chrysanthemums", and followed behind the two men sullenly.

Mr. Shen tried to walk by dragging Chu Han's waist belt like last time.

Chu Han swung his hand back, fanned the man's paws away calmly, and then quietly fastened his belt.

Mr. Shen and Chu Han wore rainproof field boots and were fully armed.Fang San'er was still dressed in light nocturnal clothing, with a black wool cap covering her hair, and a black scarf covering her neck and throat.

Chu Han asked, what is your black scarf used for?

Mr. Fang's attention to detail was beyond his expectation, and he said, "keep water" in this way, otherwise it would "run away".

Fang San'er walked in front, walking neither fast nor slow, taking care of the speed of the people behind, and walked naturally in front of Chu Han's left side, subconsciously protecting Chu Han's left hand which could not use weapons; Make sure he follows closely.Chu Han didn't say a word, and occasionally smiled, reaching out to touch the man's elbow to signal his presence.

Mr. Shen just watched from behind, the more he looked, the more he felt that there was indeed a difference in the magnetic field in this place, and there must be a humanoid monster haunting it!

When did Chu Han act so humane to whom?Even a big basket with no brain capacity can't hold it anymore.

Halfway through the walk, Third Master Fang suddenly remembered a trivial matter and asked Chu Han, "How did you hear me? What is the 'uniqueness' of this movement under my feet?"

Without hesitation, Chu Han said, "You are different from others in that you walk without moving or making any noise."

Fang San'er suddenly became upset: "You lied to me that day?"

Chu Han whispered into his ear, and said a secret that only the two of them knew: "Ordinary people have to use their feet to walk, so they make sounds that cannot be hidden... What do you think?

"When you were hiding, you kept floating, following the tunnel that was only separated from us by a wall, and deliberately kept silent.

"But I smell the steam on your body, the salty smell of the sea, it's too obvious, there is no one else but you, it's you."

Third Master Fang gave him a very unconvinced look.This person may be thinking in his heart, how to fight with Mr. Chu in the next round to determine the outcome, and if he doesn't believe in the rule, he will not accept Chu Han.

The third master doesn't speak, but Uncle Shen has something to say.Shen Chenghe snorted from behind: "Can you two speak louder? Is there a ghost behind you?!"

Fang Saner and Chu Han turned their heads at the same time and gave Shen Chenghe a disdainful expression of "Shut up what the hell you are".