[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

The scene was in chaos.

All kinds of sundries were lying here and there, and the entire sleeve of Xu Zhuo's right hand was stained red. Qiao Ji was circling around him, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on the foreheads of both of them.

On the other side, the assassin fell to the ground, his eyes turned white, his tongue was purple, and he had been poisoned for a long time.

Cui Song didn't care about the assassin who turned into a corpse, and asked with concern: "How is Ji Ming?"

Qiao Ji was a little anxious: "I can't stop the bleeding... I applied herbs to stop the bleeding, but it didn't help at all."

It's a pity that her golden needle was accidentally lost when she was robbed by the Yang family last time, otherwise she can try acupuncture points.

Cui Song's heart sank.Continuous bleeding and excessive blood loss are fatal things in modern times, let alone ancient times.

Seeing that Xu Zhuo's blood was dark red, he confirmed that no artery was injured, so he tore off a section of his shirt without hesitation, folded it into a strip, wrapped it twice tightly under Xu Zhuo's wound, and tied a knot.

Qiao Ji had no time to be surprised by his actions. Seeing that the bleeding situation had improved, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then became worried again: "This is just a stopgap measure. If there is no way to stop the bleeding..."

Cui Song asked: "Can't we use thread to suture?"

Qiao Ji said: "Ordinary sewing needles are too thick to suture wounds. I have a very thin silver needle, but..."

Guo Jia said unfinished words on her behalf: "The silk thread is too fragile, even if Brother Xu can endure the pain of needle pricking, I am afraid that the silk thread will be torn in less than a cup of tea, and the wound will open again."

Regardless of whether Qiao Ji's medical skills can be successful, they can't find hemp rope to sew, can they?

Cui Song paced back and forth, seeing Xu Zhuo's face getting whiter and paler, in the midst of the urgency, something flashed through his mind quickly.

"Sew... fit?"

He suddenly remembered a scene he saw in a movie in his previous life: an Indian was injured, he grabbed the upper jaw of the army ant and pointed it at the wound, and after the army ant bit their wounds, he chopped off their bodies and their heads were still dead biting the wound...

The mouth of the army ant has a strong bite force, which the Indians used to suture wounds.

But that is the plot in the movie after all, can it be used in reality...

Guo Jia noticed the hesitation on his face: "Zicong has thought of a way?"

Cui Song talked about the characteristics of the army ants and his own concerns. Of course, when narrating, he changed the movie to "a certain travel book".

Qiao Ji was hesitant, but Xu Zhuo was exceptionally calm and looked at Cui Song seriously: "Just do as the lord says."

"But……"

"There is no other way now, is there?" Xu Zhuo said calmly, "If it doesn't work, I can only say that Zhuo Ming should be like this, and the Lord doesn't have to worry about it."

It is true that there can be no worse situation. Saving people is like putting out a fire. Qiao Ji no longer hesitated: "The 'marching ants' you mentioned, are there?"

Cui Song said that he had seen a nest of army ants on the mountain behind the camp, without further ado, Bai Rong sent the strongest warriors of the clan to go to that place under the leadership of Cui Song to look for the ant nest.

"Be careful. Army ants are man-eating ants with extremely sharp teeth. Don't take it lightly."

You must know that this is a sturdy creature that ate an army in World War II. Even if it is a subspecies, it cannot be underestimated.

There was a hunter who was good at catching animals in the accompanying team. After discussing with him, Cui Song made a simple ant trap, sprinkled some sugar water on the inside of the thatch cover, and placed it in the most suitable position.After successfully attracting a few army ants, the hunters of the Bai tribe hurriedly covered them with thatch and urged everyone to leave as soon as possible.

With the method of suturing the wound, with the efforts of Qiao Ji and the witch doctors of the three tribes, Xu Zhuo's injury was finally stabilized.Cui Song worried that his wound was inflamed and asked Qiao Ji many questions.Xu Zhuo felt grateful in his heart, and said guiltily: "It's because Zhuo did not do his job well, and failed to take down the villain."

Cui Song was assassinated twice in a row, as his bodyguard, Xu Zhuo failed to catch each time, already consciously dereliction of duty.Now that the assassin was finally captured alive, before the mastermind behind the scenes was found out, the assassin committed suicide by poisoning himself in front of him, and he hadn't stopped in time...

Xu Zhuo couldn't help but blame himself deeply.

In contrast, not only did his master have no intention of blaming him, but he did his best to heal and care for him.

Before Cui Song said anything, Qiao Ji couldn't help arguing for Xu Zhuo: "This matter is not entirely Xu Jun's fault, his stomach has been unwell for the past two days, and it is inevitable that he will be powerless against the assassin who fled suddenly. "

Cui Song never thought of blaming Xu Zhuo, he was not the one who let the assassin go, he was already doing his duty to find out the anomaly and stop it in time, not to mention he was seriously injured because of it.As for the assassin committing suicide by poisoning... It's even more out of the question. If you control the world, can you control other people's self-mutilation?

So he comforted Xu Zhuo a few words very sincerely, telling him not to think too much and to heal his wounds.

As for the assassin... It's a pity to lose this clue, but if you keep him, you may not be able to ask anything.If the clue is broken, it will be broken, as long as the person is fine.

After all, it was a human life, plus he died from poisoning. Cui Song was about to ask Qiao Ji if she should be cremated to prevent land pollution, but Guo Jia was squatting next to the corpse, and was about to open his jaw to observe.

Cui Song rushed over to grab his hand: "What are you doing, this is extremely poisonous."

Seeing that the assassin's entire face was purple and black, this poison must be very overbearing, how could he touch it casually?

Guo Jia innocently raised the small pliers and gauze in his hand: "I didn't touch it directly."

Cui Song let go of his hand, and watched Guo Jia check his movements skillfully.After he finished checking, Cui Song asked, "What did you find?"

Guo Jia asked without answering, "Do you know what poison can make your lips turn purple?"

Cui Song thought to himself: How do I know... I watched a few episodes of Conan when I was a child, and I knew that cyanide poisoning would cause purple lips and the smell of bitter almonds... But then again, was there cyanide in ancient times?

"The lips are purple because of lack of oxygen... But any poison that can make people unable to breathe will show this kind of death." In the end, he could only answer in such a general way.

Seeing Guo Jia nodding, looking thoughtful, Cui Song always felt something strange.

He was obviously wearing the Three Kingdoms, why did he suddenly have the feeling that... he went to the wrong set?

However, what he was wearing was indeed not a crime scene. Guo Jia did not start all kinds of analysis like in the mystery novels. On the contrary, he was extremely silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

After this silence, Cui Song faced the tragic death of the corpse, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart.

Growing up in a society governed by the rule of law, the first time he saw a dead person, it was still such a hideous death. No matter how tough his nerves were, he was still somewhat shocked.

Even though he has been emphasizing to himself that there are thousands of natural disasters and man-made disasters, even in the relatively peaceful modern times, 10,000+ people die every day. When he comes to this precarious ancient times, he should adjust his mentality as soon as possible to adapt to these scenes.Today's Han Dynasty exists in name only, wars are raging everywhere, and people's livelihood is declining. He will only see more of this situation in the future.

But even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt chills in his back, and there was something churning in his stomach, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit.

The assassin's eyes were still open, as if with resentment and curse, he stared straight at him.

Cui Song wanted to look away, but found that his eyes seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't look away...

"Don't look at it." Guo Jia suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him away a few steps.

Cui Song still hadn't reacted, and felt his shoulders suddenly sink.

Cui Song: "... so heavy. Feng Xiao, are you fat?"

Guo Jia, who deliberately pressed Cui Song's shoulder hard to divert his attention, twitched his mouth: "Don't be poor, go back and rest."

It was less than five o'clock when we returned to the house, and Cui Song fell on the couch, unable to fall asleep.

Guo Jia next to him turned around and patted his head.

"Don't worry about it, take a good rest."

Cui Song felt helpless: "I want to sleep too, but maybe I'm nervous, so I can't sleep."

"Neur...excited?"

Thinking that the ancient times seemed to have no nerves, Cui Song could only talk nonsense seriously: "It's just a description... After being stimulated, the spirit becomes high and excited, so I can't sleep."

Guo Jia sat up.

"what are you going to do?"

"Since I can't sleep," Guo Jia said, "let's make a fu."

"Zzzz..."

He heard the sound of breathing suddenly becoming long and heavy beside him: "Zicong?"

"Zzzz..."

Guo Jia smiled silently, and lay back down again.

"Nice dream."

In the end, Cui Song, who pretended to be asleep, turned into real sleep, came to the long-lost modern times again.

Unlike the cold weather here, it is scorching summer over there, "Cui Song" is sitting alone in the dormitory, wearing a T-shirt, biting a mung bean popsicle, with a towel around his neck, obviously just came back from the basketball court .

"Salut (Hello)!" "Cui Song" greeted.

Cui Song who was greeted in French: ...

He felt his little heart was stimulated again: "Last time it was English, this time you even learned French?"

Next time we meet, I won't be proficient in sixteen languages...

"Cui Song" didn't care about it: "I only know this sentence... A few days ago, a French school girl asked me for directions, and I learned it by the way."

Seeing the tired look in Cui Song's eyebrows, "Cui Song" said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you listless?"

Cui Song told him what had happened in the past few days: "That's it...the clue is broken again."

"Qiao Ji told you that the medicine used by the assassins to 'suicide' is smug?"

Cui Song didn't care about the two words he bit on purpose: "Yes."

"Cui Song" took a bite of the ice, and said slowly: "The grass is colorless, odorless, and not fatal... there is only one thing special, this grass only grows in Weiqiao."

Cui Song, who has no concept of place names in the Han Dynasty: "Wei Bridge?"

"Wei Bridge is close to Chang'an."

Cui Song vaguely had a bad premonition: "You mean...?"

"It's okay." "Cui Song" threw away the popsicle stick and wiped the juice off his hands with a towel, "Whether it was intentional or not, I just need to go to Chang'an."

"To Chang'an?"

"Since the other party has wiped out all the clues and only left us this one clue... that's what he wants. Only when he shows up can he catch his tail." While talking, "Cui Song" Another popsicle was removed, "After all, I caused the trouble, and I must help you solve it."

Cui Song was not polite to him either: "Besides, you teach me two more tricks, so that I will be a bit bottomed."

"Cui Song" used actual combat to teach him how to fight back when he was overwhelmed by the enemy, probably because he moved a bit too much, and the classmate next door came and smashed the door:

"525, do you keep bears in your bedroom? Be quiet!"

"Cui Song" responded, sat down on the desk, and folded his hands: "You know what I taught you just now?"

"Almost." Estimating the time, Cui Song felt that he should wake up too, "I'm leaving."

"Well." "Cui Song" said, "Before I leave... it's better to give you another suggestion."

"what?"

"Don't trust people easily."

Cui Song didn't understand why another self suddenly said: "You..."

"remember."

Cui Song seemed to have fallen from the clouds, and when he woke up, the sky was already bright.

Guo Jia was eating breakfast next to him. Seeing him wake up, he put down the pottery bowl in his hand: "You are hungry, go wash up, and drink some bean soup to rest your stomach."

When Cui Song sat in front of the food table, he was still thinking about the words his other self said to him.

Seeing that he was out of his mind, Guo Jia picked a steamed cake and stuffed it into his mouth without moving his chopsticks a few times: "Why are you in a daze?"

Cui Song took off the steamed cake and blurted out: "I'm going to Chang'an."

Guo Jia held his hand persistently.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned to stare at Cui Song.

"Why?"

Cui Song can't say that this is the meaning of another self, and it is impossible to say "how can you get a tiger's cub if you don't enter the tiger's den", so he can only pretend to be innocent and say vaguely: "I Go to Chang'an to find someone."

Guo Jia took a deep look at him, got up and walked to the side of the couch, cutting tablets and grinding them.

Not long after, he took a roll of written bamboo slips, put them in a wooden box, locked the lock and handed it to him.

"This is--"

"Jia has an old acquaintance in Chang'an. If Zi Cong is in trouble, he can go there with this book. He will definitely help with all his strength."

Cui Song took the heavy brief book and was about to thank him when Guo Jia stopped him.

"Jia would like to go with you, but..."

He cannot leave behind his elders and nephews who need to be taken care of.

Guo Ding's time is running out, and Guo Yi is still young, so it is impossible for him to brave the cold wind and travel long distances.

Therefore, no matter how worried he is, he can only suppress all unrealistic thoughts and ask his friends far away to take care of him.

Cui Song also knew this, and had never thought of going with him, but seeing that Guo Jia seemed to trust that "friend" very much, he couldn't help being a little curious.

"Your old acquaintance is..."

"His surname is Zhong," Guo Jia said. "The single name is Yao, and the character is Chang."