Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Standing in the morgue in Shuntian Mansion, facing the corpses standing all over the room, I have to say that this scene is really not acceptable to ordinary people.

Holding a candle, Jun Ziyou approached and looked at the remains of the two men that Xiao Beicheng said were very similar to the second general Hen Ha. He didn't know when the two passed away. Their faces were lifelike and their skin was still elastic. Standing in the room, they looked like a pair of real people. , Standing face to face makes people feel drummed, afraid that they will suddenly wake up, pick up the thing in their hand and hit Junziyou on the head.

Lu Chuan reminded: "Sir, these wax figures are flammable and dangerous. It's better to stay away and be careful."

"Xiao Chuanzi, do you think they look familiar?"

"No, I haven't seen them."

"It's not about this, it's about the appearance and posture, have you seen it somewhere before?"

Lu Chuan suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and tilted his head to look at it for a long time, before he figured out a little way, "Hmph, the second general... It's a bit like the New Year pictures pasted on the door of the uncle next door when I was young."

"You're right. The original postures of these two people are indeed from the New Year paintings we are familiar with, but this is only a small part of the whole picture scroll. The full name of the picture scroll is "Picture of Immortals Conquering Demons and Demons", which covers Buddhism and Taoism. All the images of immortals with great powers in the two major sects, but this woman closed her eyes and pursed her lips with a serene expression, holding orchids in both hands and pointing her fingers up on the left side of her body, which is exactly the image of He Xiangu."

"Subduing demons? Then this should be the meaning of good luck. Why did you put the body like this?"

"You don't understand this, do you know that the first emperor abolished the system of life and death and replaced it with clay-fired figurines? Throughout the ages, people have paid great attention to death and the afterlife, so I think the usefulness of this thing is the most important." Possibly a funeral."

"But these people can't see the pain at all. Could it be that they were made like this voluntarily?"

"Jin Abao once mentioned that the deceased Jin Wancai was bewitched to believe in a religion, and since then he has become obsessed and has no way of doing things. If there is really a sect operating nearby, it will confuse these ignorant people and convince them to give It is not impossible to make such a sacrifice if there is a blessing to be had at the price."

Gentleman You felt that his guess was indistinguishable, so he sent Lu Chuan to call for someone, "My lord just thought it was unlucky and didn't follow, now I should have tea with Bai Jin in the front hall, you go and ask him to check it out Looking at the recent missing persons in the capital, if the identities of these people have not been found out, I am afraid that it is my speculation."

Lu Chuan was stupid, obviously he didn't understand the mystery in his words, he only knew how to do it in a daze.

When he went out, he felt that something was wrong, he and Jun Ziyou were the only two living people in the morgue, but he seemed to hear the panting of a third person.Lu Chuan is no more superstitious than Shen Ci, but he is also a cowardly master who is afraid of ghosts. He is afraid that it is the movement of the gods standing in the room, so scared that he runs away faster than a rabbit, and disappears in a blink of an eye. .

Jun Ziyou still felt strange, looked back, Xin Dao, each of these strong men had a delicate and soft girlish heart, none of them could be relied on at critical moments.

That's what he said, but when he saw a few bodies that had died unexpectedly and in strange shapes, he couldn't help but feel agitated. He felt uncomfortable being stared at by the two eyes of General He Xiangu, so he turned to look at the woman who was pretending to be He Xiangu. woman.

At this time, Xia Cha hadn't had time to conduct an autopsy, so the remains remained in the state they were in when they were discovered, and many details had not been destroyed.

Jun Ziyou leaned slightly, bent his body to the same height as the woman, and suddenly found a light shadow on the hair bun of the corpse. He used a folding fan to lift the broken hair, and he could see a scar hidden in the hair. between.

"This location..."

He seemed to have discovered something, and rolled up the cuffs of the corpse again. Sure enough, there was a trace of a thin line across the wrist, the color was light, but the wound was deep, and the trace was covered up by something like makeup.

He lifted the skirt of the dead body again. Although there were bluish-purple corpse spots on the deceased's legs to confuse the public, obvious bruises could still be seen. This woman must have suffered atrocities during her lifetime.But if she was forced to do this, why did she die so peacefully?

Gentleman You couldn't figure it out, so he wanted to find some clues from the second general Heng Ha, when he turned his head, he suddenly felt a dark shadow flashing in the corner of his vision, when he looked back, there was no one there.

He just thought it was because he was nervous and overwhelmed, and just as he turned around, he heard a loud "bang" behind him, and the door of the morgue was suddenly closed, shutting Jun Ziyou and the three corpses with strange deaths. Together.

"...Isn't it?"

The gentleman who was eager to survive rushed to the door and slammed on the door panel, but the door was locked from the outside, and he couldn't push it open with his own strength.

At this time, Junziyou didn't realize what was going to happen, he just thought that someone had made a low-level joke with him, and thought that Lu Chuan would come back soon, but it was just to spend more time with the three gods, it's nothing What a fuss.

Thinking this way, there was a sudden noise from the top of his head, and then a tile embedded in the roof fell down. Fortunately, the gentleman swam and dodged quickly, otherwise this piece hit his head, and his head would open again.

When dodging, he still didn't forget to look up. Although it was just a side view, he was sure that he saw a familiar face.

"why you……"

Before he could say the name, the opponent's next move froze him on the spot, and a hand holding a fire folder unexpectedly stretched out from the gap in the broken tile.

Just below were three waxed corpses, Jun Ziyou's heart immediately hung in his throat, and before he could say "no", the fire fell down, instantly igniting the two generals Huo Ha who were close together.

The fire spread so fast that Junziyou was powerless to save the dead. He soon realized that the other party's purpose was not only to destroy the three bodies that would become the key evidence to solve the case, but also to get rid of the three bodies that were related to the case. The concerned self gritted his teeth and rushed to the door, slamming on the door panel desperately, calling for help.

"Is anyone there!! Hey! Is anyone here! It's flooded, the morgue is flooded!!"

His voice was drowned in the howling cold wind, Jun Ziyou wanted to shout again, but he was choked by the thick smoke from the fire, and the hot smoke burned his throat, making it difficult for him to speak out.

He realized that before he was burned to death in this way, he would suffocate himself in the fire after inhaling too much exhaust gas. In order to breathe fresh air, he had to lie prone on the ground and lean against the corner of the wall closest to the door.

In this way, at least he won't be crushed to death when the burning house collapses...

Jun Ziyou felt dizzy, his burnt trachea was in unbearable pain, he struggled to speak, every word was smothered in blood.

He said, "Qingjue, save me..."

Qingjue...help me...

Xiao Beicheng, who was far away in the front hall, suddenly came back to his senses, staring at the reflection of the clear soup in the teacup in his hand, he seemed to see Jun Ziyou's smiling face floating in front of his eyes.

He asked without beginning or end: "Has Ziyou been there for too long?"

Bai Jin knew that he didn't listen to a single word he said. "My lord, sir is always careful in doing things. If you find anything, you will definitely report back as soon as possible."

Xiao Beicheng was still worried, put down his cup and went out, only to hear the commotion outside the door, the passing yamen servants all hurried past with disheveled faces, carrying wooden barrels and clean water in their hands.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and he caught someone and asked, "What happened!"

The clothes on the servant's body were burnt to pieces, and he was out of breath, "Wang, lord, there is water...the morgue has water!"

"Can you see where my princess is?"

"Prince, Concubine?...Is there...is there not a single person over there?"

Bai Jin panicked, and hurriedly ordered someone to ask for help from the Ministry of Punishment.It's deep winter now, the sky is dry and extremely cold, the water tanks that are usually used just in case are frozen, and if you want to put out the fire, you can only fetch water from the well. prevent the spread of fire.

"My lord! Now Shuntian Mansion is in a hurry and has no time to take care of you, so please... hey? My lord! My lord!!"

Looking back, where can I see Xiao Beicheng's shadow?

Thinking that Junziyou had just gone to the morgue not long ago, Bai Jin felt bad, and hurriedly chased after him. When he arrived, Xiao Beicheng had already taken off his coat, and grabbed water from the passing yamen. barrel, and walked towards the burning main house.

Bai Jin hurried to stop them, "My lord! My lord can't help it. The fire is too fierce now, and I can't get out if I go in. I can understand that you are eager to save people, but you have to take care of yourself. If something happens to you... Hey! My lord!!"

If Xiao Beicheng could listen to what he said, he wouldn't be King Jin. Seeing that he couldn't get rid of the old woman Bai Jin, he simply took off the coat he was holding on to, and raised the bucket to pour cold water on his head.

"My lord!"

"Go and call Jiang Yanqing."

After saying this, Xiao Beicheng rushed into the scene of fire.

At this time, only the framework of the main house of the mortuary house that has been burned by the fire is left. The scorched beams may collapse at any time.

"Ziyou!"

I could only hear the crackling sound of the fire burning everything in my ears, and the scorched debris was scattered all over the place, and it was difficult to find anything from the ruins.

Xiao Beicheng gritted his teeth against the high temperature and walked forward, pushed away the already burnt wooden bed, looked sideways, and saw that the solidified wax oil in the three weird corpses had melted, and they were limp on the ground, their flesh was roasted by the fire, emitting A rancid smell.

He had no time to think about it, and looked around for the figure of the man, but he didn't notice that the girders on the roof had broken, and when he stepped forward, he heard a crisp sound above his head, and the broken tiles piled up on the roof collapsed along with it.

At the very moment, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and a figure who had been crawling for a long time rushed forward, and his whole body was pressed against Xiao Beicheng's body, forcing him to push him out, narrowly avoiding the collapsed heavy object.

"The one who came to save people... can't fall here before me."

With a hoarse voice, Junziyou opened his mouth slightly, enduring the pain, arched his waist and pushed off the hot dirt on his shoulders. He didn't know where the courage came from, but he grabbed Xiao Beicheng by the collar and forced him to kiss. own.

"It's good to kiss, it won't hurt..."

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~