Proton's Journey

"Unfavorable start?" Dongfang Meng smiled at Li Kan, and handed Li Kan a hand stove that had just been filled with charcoal.

"I'm still angry, and I won't listen to persuasion at all. Let's wait until his anger subsides. I'll go and have a look at it at night." Li Kan put the stove in his sleeve and said with a frown.

"It's fine, sir, don't force it too much." Dongfang Meng graciously handed over a cup of warm tea.

"I still have to go and have a look. I'm a little worried. This time, Fei has acted so hard on himself in a fit of anger. He is almost out of character. He is obviously a family man..." Li Kan thought of his son Fei's expression. Miserable, he couldn't help sighing again.

"I'm going to see what Fei Zuo looks like, and I'll draw that scene. I'll call it a horrible picture. I just take it out for fun when I'm free..." Dongfang Meng became playful for a while, and stood up happily We are about to run to the son's fee.

"Your Majesty..."

Dongfang Meng was taken aback, so he straightened his clothes, pretending to be calm, and turned around.

I saw Guan Lu was carrying a huge sack on his shoulders, looking at him with a flushed face.

There is also a hemp rope as thick as a little finger tied around Guanlu's waist, and behind the hemp rope is leading a person who is tied up like a green rice dumpling and is moving slowly.

From Guan Lu's eyes, Dongfang Meng had a premonition that his fun picture might not be able to be painted, and felt very regretful in his heart. After all, he missed the present. Who knows that one day he will encounter such an interesting and worthwhile scene...

Guan Lu threw the sack on his shoulders to the floor of the inner hall, took three steps at a time and rushed straight to the front of the desk, picked up the teapot, regardless of whether it was hot or cold, and poured himself into the spout of the teapot to feel comfortable Wiping the sweat off his face, he pointed to the sack and said, "This sack is full of evidence!"

Pointing to the man tied around his waist, he said, "He is the boss of Misty Township."

The sack was untied, and stacks of books sprang out of it.

"Account book?" Dongfang Meng pointed to the piles of books in astonishment, and thought to himself, how popular is the business of buying and selling information in Misty Township, and it is possible to record the black and white transactions of this entire big bag in less than a year. account.

"Well, the man I followed personally according to Mr. Li's instructions, after returning to the mansion, hurriedly opened a big camphorwood box with five or six locks. These books are all from the camphorwood box. It’s packed, and there’s not a single one missing.” After Guan Lu finished speaking, he took the man who was tied around his waist and said, “I even tied him here.”

Dongfang Meng picked up a book and looked at it. He felt that the content recorded in it was very strange, so he brought Li Kan over to read it together.

After turning a few pages back and forth, Li Kan frowned and pointed to the big characters on the book cover, "I don't think this "Xianxiang Jiwenlu" is like a ledger, but rather like a collection of strange stories published in bookstores. It’s just that in comparison, the content in this booklet is raw and the writing is quite weird.”

"No, absolutely not. Who would use five or six locks to lock a box of ghost stories? Is it because they are afraid that the ghosts inside will escape?!" Guan Lu said angrily, not convinced.

Dongfang Meng leaned over, took out the sackcloth stuffed in the mouth of the kneeling green rice dumpling that Guan Lu brought, smiled at him, and said, "What do you think?"

The boss of Misty Township lowered his head and replied, "It's really not a ledger, it's a manuscript of strange stories written by a villain."

Then the owner of Misty Township said that since he was a boy, he had always wanted to write ghost stories, but his literary fortune was bumpy, and he was forced to support his family to protect his mouth. In the end, he had to change his career and start a bathhouse business...

"However, the villain's heart has never given up on his youthful dreams. The villain's humble soul will always belong to the strange stories..."

"In this way, you created those masks of immortals and ghosts only because you are loyal to the stories of ghosts and ghosts?" Dongfang Meng scratched his chin and smiled with lowered eyes, then got up and asked sideways.

"It's also to save money. I don't make much money from opening a soup pool restaurant. I have very little left over except for my family. I thought of the way of mask spring soup. On the one hand, it is a special operation, and on the other hand, it can sell news, so I can earn a lot of money. "The boss of Misty Township bowed and rubbed his aching knee with his hands and said.

"Oh, aren't you loyal to ghost stories? Do you want to switch to writing spy stories?" Dongfang Meng narrowed his eyes and asked with his arms folded.

"No, I just want to earn more silver taels. I have made an agreement with No. 20 slogan agency in Wangcheng. When I earn enough [-] taels, they will help me make slogans with the United Bookstore..." The owner of Misty Township hurriedly argued and explained. road.

"Slogan Club, what is that?" Dongfang Meng turned around and asked Guan Lu in a daze.

"Well, I haven't heard much about the slogan club, but I heard that my family's Xiangqu once said that the coral pink that has become popular in the clothing workshop in the capital is the No. [-] slogan club in Wangcheng and the Meimei clothing workshop. I built it by myself." Guan Lu thought hard, and reported the limited gossip about No. [-] slogan agency that he knew.

"That's because the workers in Meimei Yifang's cloth workshop made a mistake in dyeing, and dyed a large number of unsalable waste cloth in inferior colors, so I had to invite No. [-] slogan agency to make slogans. No. [-] slogan The society is really like being protected by immortal magic, as long as you can give enough price, the No. [-] port society can influence public sentiment and public opinion, and turn everything in this world upside down..."

When the boss of Misty Township mentioned the No. [-] slogan club in Wangcheng, his eyes instantly became hollow and blurred, and endless admiration, admiration and admiration appeared on his face, which is the look that only ordinary people will show when they admire and worship gods.

"It's really unexpected that there is such a reactionary workshop in the Wangcheng under the rule of the widow, and the widow knows nothing about it..." Dongfang Meng sighed, and fell into the introspection mode involuntarily.

Dongfang Meng, Li Kan, and Guan Lu summed it up, and felt like the boss of Misty Township, who was in the espionage business. Because he was engaged in an extremely dangerous business, he would inevitably keep some black ledgers to save his life, and those black ledgers It is most likely hidden in that big bag of strange stories, hidden in a very unique way.

How to penetrate the mystery hidden in it?

The boss of Misty Township refused to recruit, no matter how tortured, he only killed him and said that the sack was the manuscript of the strange book written by him.

However, on the surface, those books seem to be just some ghost stories with extremely ordinary writing and plot.

I really want to break my head, and I can't figure it out!

As far as torture is concerned, there are only two methods, coercion and temptation. As long as you find the right path, there will be no truth that you can't get out of.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Meng gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"The widow has made a decision. Tomorrow, I will visit the boss of Misty Village in the prison, and tell him that as long as he is willing to hand over the account book, the widow will personally recommend his ghost stories."

"Such a big face, the No. [-] slogan agency will definitely not be able to afford it. If the owner of Misty Township is really a fan of writing ghost stories, he will definitely not be able to stand the bait..." Guan Lu complimented with all his strength.

Dongfang Meng also wanted to ask Li Kan if this idea was feasible, but Li Kan was not there.

Where did Li Kan go?

I just went to the Qin envoy's residence to see Young Master Fei, but Li Kan was in vain because Young Master Fei was not there.

Where is the son's fee?

At this moment, Young Master Fei entered the prison in disguise.

"Gentlemen, please do me a favor. I'm here to visit the prison. My uncle is the boss of Misty Township. He's really just a good old man who only knows how to do business. Please do me a favor and let our uncle and nephew see each other anyway." Let's talk face to face!"

"Even the death row inmates who have been sentenced to beheaded have no reason not to be allowed to visit, right? I have brought some wine and vegetables in the basket to honor the elders."

Several prison guards exchanged looks with each other, and felt that the innocent girl in front of her, whose eyelids were swollen into peaches from crying because of her uncle's imprisonment, and whose voice was hoarse and hoarse from crying, was extremely pitiful...

The night was so dark, and the snow fell so heavily, it was the time when people and animals were rare, and the iron armor they wore had already been colder than the ice picks hanging under the eaves.

In the bamboo basket carried by the girl, the food and wine covered under the thick insulation mattress were still steaming, and the aroma of the braised elbow condensed in the cold air, it smelled so mouth-watering...

So, when is it not released at this time? !

"Uncle, hurry up and tell my niece, where did you hide the ledger?" The girl pulled out two indigo-covered books from her chest, and her bulging chest became flat in an instant.

"Uncle, the weather is so cold, if you don't want to tell my niece, she will just light the two volumes of "Experiences in Fairyland" to warm up."

The girl took out a fire pocket from her sleeve, and said in an extremely capricious tone.