No.18 Years of Waking of Insects

After being bustling for a while, Song Jue took Liu Meisheng away without hesitation.

Lu Jinghong watched them go away again like last time, the difference is that this time they took one person with them.

He said to Song Yang: "Second Young Master Song, Boss Liu was arrested for no reason, what do you think those of us who want to see him sing will do?"

And Song Yang is not a fool, he asked back: "What did he do?"

"This Lu is not very clear, it was all a month ago, who cares about so many things that have nothing to do with him." Lu Jinghong said with sincerity.Then he added, "However, once Boss Liu was arrested, I don't know when he will be released. If it is really related to some 'rebellious party', I'm afraid it will be more ominous. It's a pity that this peerless beauty..."

Song Yang stood up suddenly, and said, "Today's show will never be finished again, Boss Lu, Song will take a step first."

Lu Jinghong watched him go away, knowing that he couldn't wait to rush home to save others.As for why he rushed home, this is just his guess. He had heard before that there was an underground secret room in the back garden of the Song Mansion, which was specially used to detain and torture some secret suspects. To be clear, it is estimated that Liu Meisheng should be taken to the secret room, not the police department.

Then he took Toyosaki back to 'Fansi'.

"What are you going to do?" Toyosaki watched as Lu Jinghong was rarely busy in the shop, looking for things.

Lu Jinghong struggled to pull out a white cloth from under the dusty counter, and replied, "Of course I changed my career to fortune-telling and feng shui."

Toyosaki glanced at him expressionlessly, and said, "Are you going to the Song Mansion?"

Lu Jinghong shook the hand holding the cloth, and stopped laughing: "That's right."

After thinking about it several times, he still decided to go to the Song Mansion himself.After all, relying on Song Yang's virtue, it might be difficult to get a suspect from his brother.

"Take me." Toyosaki looked at him and demanded.

Lu Jinghong refused without thinking: "If you go, not only will Liu Mei not be born, but our lives will be on the line."

"Then I'll go alone." Toyosaki continued.

He couldn't help rubbing his forehead, why didn't this idiot understand, and sighed: "You don't want to go anywhere, just stay in 'Fansi' with Xiaohua, I will go to the Song Residence early in the morning, and come back when I bring someone."

"I can do it alone." Toyosaki still insisted, and took out the gun that had been hidden in his waist all the time.

"Hey, don't be impulsive." Lu Jinghong took a step back, "The Song Mansion is not a place where you can shoot casually, and besides, they are all Chinese, so there is no need to go to war like this."

"I..." Toyosaki opened his mouth, glanced at Lu Jinghong, and finally said nothing.

If he went to the police station to save someone, he wouldn't be able to ask for it in every possible way.But once Lu Jinghong went to the Song residence, things would become much more complicated.

After all, the days of peace in Rongcheng are numbered.

On the second day, Song Mansion.

In the dark secret room, a few candles stood in the cold and damp corners, flickering faintly.

An interrogator was sitting aside and dozing off. He interrogated Liu Meisheng all night last night, but he didn't get any news.However, Commander Song ordered him to only ask, not to fight.

"Water, water..." Liu Meisheng was no more sober than the torturer in front of him, and fell asleep in a daze, still sleeping standing up.He hasn't been in the water since last night.

At this time, the iron chain outside the gate was opened, and the harsh sound woke up the torturer.

Song Yang walked in.

"Master is here?" The interrogator immediately went up to him respectfully, and glanced behind him while asking.

"Don't look, my brother didn't come, I'm the only one." Song Yang directly interrupted his thoughts.

After hearing this, the interrogator smiled awkwardly and asked, "Then I don't know what the young master is doing here?"

"Find someone."

"Master, I'm afraid I went wrong. There are only suspects here. They can be imprisoned for a few years, or they can be executed after autumn. How can you ask for..." Who is it?

At this moment, Liu Meisheng mumbled in a daze again: "Water..."

Song Yang immediately looked at the interrogator, and ordered: "Boss Liu wants water, so hurry up. How can this opera singer not take good care of his voice."

Liu Meisheng finally sobered up for a while, and finally took two sips of the tea that the torturer reluctantly handed to his mouth, and then said softly: "Thank you...Second Young Master Song."

Song Yang was surprised and asked, "You know me?"

Only then did Liu Meisheng look up at him weakly, and chuckled softly: "Second Young Master Song has the most famous reputation among the wealthy sons in Rongcheng. He spends his time drinking and drinking, and enjoys everything. I'm an opera singer in Liyuan, so I've heard of it."

As soon as Song Yang heard what he said, he immediately thought it was bad, his own image had already rotted in his heart, and he had to restore it.

So he ignored the dissuasion of the torturer next to him, and insisted on getting Liu Meisheng out.

"Hurry up and get your trotters away!" Song Yang yelled.This fellow dared to hug Liu Meisheng's waist, he was courting death.

Just when Song Yang was about to hit him with a fist, the interrogator finally let go of his waist suddenly, and then said with grief and indignation: "Second young master, if you really want to save this person regardless of my life, then I will not be afraid of death." gone."

After finishing speaking, he turned to the iron pillar on the side, turned back and cried, "Second Young Master, please...you must take good care of my mother!"

Song Yang threw him to the ground with a kick, and his face was full of disgust: "I am the one who robbed the prison, not you, what do you want to die for? Besides, is this young master the kind of filial son who will die for the old man? My mother should raise her by herself. , you are quite old, don't be too lazy."

The torturer immediately touched his forty-something, not too old face.When they realized it, the two of them had already disappeared at the door.

On the other side, Lu Jinghong specially bought a set of mage clothes from the old market, tore two pieces of rags and tied them on the bamboo poles, and asked Toyosaki to write some beautiful brush characters.

It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when he came to the Song Mansion in disguise, and the not too strong sun outside the mansion made him a little dizzy. Sure enough, he had lived for a long time, and his body was gradually deteriorating.

After waiting another quarter of an hour, the butler led him in.Song Jue was not there at this time, and there were no other people in the Song residence itself, except for one or two servants who occasionally hurried past.

The morning breeze in late autumn blows, rolling up the desolation.

The housekeeper led Lu Jinghong to the back garden, and Lu Jinghong happened to see Song Yang helping Liu Meisheng come out from behind the rockery, while the housekeeper was talking to him with his back to them.

The butler looked at him and asked in confusion, "Master, what's the problem?"

When Lu Jinghong heard about it, he immediately looked around pretendingly, and after confirming that Liu Meisheng had been taken out, he pretended to be profound and said: "This mansion has excellent feng shui, nourishes the soul and nourishes people, and there is no evil spirit."

After that, I plan to say goodbye.

"Song Duli, is this the mage you invited?"

An extremely young voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

Looking back, I saw Song Jue in military uniform standing under the arch of the yard, and a young man in strange clothes stood beside him.

Song Jue frowned, looked at the housekeeper, and asked in a cold voice: "Uncle Cheng, did I promise you to bring anyone into the mansion casually?"

"This, this... Eldest Young Master." Uncle Cheng immediately changed his expression, "I thought this mage was... who knew him..." hesitantly glanced at Lu Jinghong who was at the side, and sighed in his heart Take a breath.

I didn't expect that at my age, I would be tricked by a charlatan.

Song Jue looked at Lu Jinghong, but said nothing.Instead, he asked the young man beside him: "How is it, is the mansion..."

The young man raised his hand to stop what he was asking, and walked around the garden in silence.Then he stopped, pondered for a while and said: "There is indeed a demon in your mansion, but its whereabouts are uncertain. At present, I have no way to find out its trace and origin."

Song Jue nodded, not surprised or suspicious at all.

Lu Jinghong sneered inwardly, it turns out that everyone is a liar.But he changed his mind and thought that Liu Meisheng had already gone out, Song Jue was afraid that he would not make another move for a while, so he could also leave.

So Lu Jinghong suddenly cleared his throat, and said without embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Governor Song interrupted me. I'm just a messy eater. Next time, I will definitely not come to your residence to bluff. Farewell." After saying that, he left without any hesitation.

Song Jue watched him leaving in a cool way, and told the housekeeper, "Take Master Mian Dou back to the guest room to rest. Also, next time, don't bring anyone to the mansion."

Uncle Cheng repeatedly agreed, and then took Mian Dou to the backyard.

Before Lu Jinghong stepped out of the gate of the mansion, Song Jue stopped him.

"Boss Lu is really in a good mood. Why are you in the mood to come to my mansion today to bluff?"

As soon as he heard it, he knew that he couldn't escape this difficulty, and he turned back with a smile and said, "Of course I'm helping you eliminate evil spirits. Could it be that Commander Song thinks that I'm a skin painter, besides painting, I can't understand some yin and yang spells? "

Song Jue's eyes turned cold, and he said coldly: "Whether it's painting skin or catching monsters, it has nothing to do with me. But knowing that Liu Meisheng is locked here but still barging in, I'm afraid Boss Lu will have to give me an explanation."

"Tell me..." Lu Jinghong laughed and asked, "Tell me why I cheated on food and drink in your mansion? But if I remember correctly, it seems that Mr. Butler didn't even hand me his saliva."

"Lu Jinghong, it's best for you not to talk to me. I know what kind of person you are, what you have done, and what the price is. I hope you can measure it yourself."

"What kind of person am I..." He repeated in a low voice, then raised his eyes to Song Jue, and said, "I've always hated getting involved with you people, so I'm leaving."

Soon, Lu Jinghong disappeared in the late autumn morning light.

Song Jue looked up at the sky and couldn't help whispering: "He really doesn't know what to do. If he knew that the person at his stall was a Japanese, would he not care so much?"

Lu Jinghong walked all the way back to 'Fan Si' with a sullen face, and after entering the shop, he sat at the oil-wood table and remained silent.

After a while, Toyosaki came downstairs and sat beside him.I looked at him and didn't speak.

"who are you?"

After all, it was Lu Jinghong who broke the silence first.

"Toyosaki Liangshu." His voice was firm without any hesitation.

Lu Jinghong held the porcelain cup on the table with his left hand, tightened it, then loosened it.

He had to doubt his identity again. He didn't believe that a rebel was worthy of such a conspiracy by the Office of Supervision, and he didn't believe that Song Jue would go round and round to trap others in order to catch a rebel.No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are searching for some kind of confidential information.In other words, Song Jue probably already knew that the person they wanted to catch was in 'Fansi', but for a deeper purpose, he chose to observe temporarily.

"I'll see if Xiao Hua's rice is ready." After that, he got up and went to the kitchen in the backyard. He didn't want to ask any more questions, because he knew that no matter how he asked, he would get the same answer.