Inscription of Different Cases

Han Lang felt that he was finished.

The drug on the poison dart should be Majinsan, which spread very quickly.Vertigo struck, and the whole world seemed to be spinning in front of my eyes.He tried his best to maintain the last trace of sanity, but his body was out of control, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

The sun shines through the trees, the tall trees cover the sky like fishing nets, and the gaps between the leaves are like countless prying eyes.One of the spots of light fell on the bottom of his eyes, turning everything around him into a gloomy white.

That person didn't come up to make up the knife, did he let himself go?

When this thought appeared, he had already closed his eyes heavily.

After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely sensed the vibration of the ground.He couldn't open his eyes, feeling someone approaching.Familiar breath hits the face, with a mild herbal bitterness.He knew who it was, and wanted to say thank you, but he couldn't even move his mouth.

He didn't know what happened afterwards, he vaguely felt feverish all over his body, and his lungs were as hot as a fire, and even the breath he exhaled was like the dry wind on the desert, dry and unbearable.Then someone rubbed something cold on his body, it was sticky and wet, like a snake, but the place where it swam was very comfortable.He let out a low moan, and someone lifted his upper body and fed some cool liquid into his mouth.

At the beginning, he always coughed up the medicine, as if his stomach was no longer on his body, and the soup had nowhere to go.This feeling was quite uncomfortable. Although he was unconscious, he felt that he was not completely unconscious.The feeling of vomiting, the pain in the body, the loss of strength, every feeling is so clear.Once he coughed again, but when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see clearly. He only felt someone in front of him, who was wiping his face with a cloth towel.

"Pain? Uncomfortable?... Tsk, your situation won't last long," he heard the other party say, "I can't take you to the hospital, it's too late, and they may not save you, maybe will kill you."

"...I..." Han Lang wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound.

"Don't be nervous, it'll be fine right away, right away. I have a way, I have a way...Damn it, if I can't save you, I'll be in vain," the man pulled his face and twisted it hard , "You bastard, how dare you infect me with Spring Plague? You are a weak chicken, what is it made of, which is more brittle than tofu."

Then the hand fell behind him, hugged his back, and continued to pour him medicine.The action was rough, but it was really effective. This time, the warm soup seemed to really flow into the stomach.He heard the other party let out a sigh of relief, cursed and didn't know what to say, and got up to leave again.

It really was He Yijiu.

In fact, from the very beginning, Han Lang already felt that this man's aura was everywhere.Surrounded by it, it is inexplicably reassuring.He wanted to shake his head and explain, he felt that he was just suffering from Majinsan, how could he be involved in Spring Plague?But his brain was also rusted, and he was confused.Before this idea could really take shape, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

I don't know how long he slept this time. When he woke up, there happened to be a half-open window on his side.It was the setting sun outside, and the bright and soft afterglow filled his vision, and the color tone seemed a little illusory, making him feel like he was still in a dream for a while.The body is still weak, I have never felt this way before, as if my strength has been drained, the whole body is so thin that it is not as thin as a piece of paper.

He moved slightly and turned his head with difficulty.Leaning lazily on the wooden porch outside the window is a man, He Yijiu, with a slender piece of grass in his mouth.The slanting dusk cast a hazy beam of light on him, leaving Han Lang with a backlit back.The man has maintained this posture for a long time, and the snarky and mischievous energy on his body seems to have disappeared. This is an ordinary person. The ordinary and lonely body even makes Han Lang have an urge to get close to him.

Only then did He Yijiu turn around, straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened, and then walked into the room.When the eyes of the two met, Han Lang clearly saw the surprise in each other's eyes. The man walked quickly, and directly covered Han Lang's forehead with a pair of big hands.

"Awake?" The other party said, and then muttered a few words to himself, "It's good when the fever is gone, it's good if the fever is gone."

Han Lang wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't make any sound.He Yijiu noticed his actions and immediately brought him a bowl of water.Han Lang couldn't lift his hand, so he scooped it up with a spoon and fed it in spoonful by spoonful.

The long-lost coolness forced away the stale air in his body.He opened his mouth hoarsely: "What's wrong with me?"

"Spring Plague," He Yijiu turned around to set the bowl, and when he came back, he patted Han Lang's face. The force was not heavy, but there were also elements of complaint, "What's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for a while. First, I was poisoned. I'll go." When helping you to detoxify, I suddenly started to have a fever. At first I thought it was related to aphrodisiacs, but after checking again, it turned out to be Spring Plague. Do you know how terrible this disease is? Maybe because you are alone, the whole village will suffer from it. It's over."

With a bitter face, Han Lang couldn't even move, so he lamented, "Why did I get infected..."

"I still want to ask you," He Yijiu said with a frown, "Forget it, you are the one who is unlucky anyway. I dare not take you back to the village. I have been torturing Feng Xian'er for a long time before she agreed to rent the hut in my hometown. Give it to me. Tsk, the little money I earned from seeing a doctor surnamed Feng was spent on your rent and medicine money."

Han Lang looked at him nonchalantly, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Thank you."

He Yijiu laughed out loud, and said, "Thank you, I want you to pay it back."

Han Lang replied obediently: "Understood."

He Yijiu glanced at him for a few moments, then suddenly reached out and rubbed his bangs, until Han Lang stared back at him in annoyance, then he smiled and said, "Don't say that, you're so stupid."

Han Lang wanted to beat him, but he couldn't.Forget it, let's vent this bad breath later.Thinking of this, he glanced out the window and asked, "How long has it been?"

"Seven days."

Han Lang's eyes widened: "So long?"

"I can drag you back from the King of Hades in seven days, are you still not satisfied?" He Yijiu hooked the corners of his lips and smiled badly.The setting sun outside the window stained his face with a hazy bright yellow.Han Lang suddenly lost his mind, especially those aqua-blue eyes, which were a trap at all.When I stared at the past, it seemed as if I stepped on the ground and fell into the bottom of the endless lake.

It was He Yijiu's voice that brought him back to his thoughts: "Are you really stupid?"

Han Lang was startled, and immediately said perfunctorily, "I'm a little tired."

"You've been burning for several days, aren't you tired?" He Yijiu didn't think too much, and stepped forward to help him tuck up the corner of the quilt, "Close your eyes and go to sleep. I'll get you something to eat."

"It's all rotten on me."

"Fucking fart, I wiped it for you."

Han Lang almost jumped up - if he could do it: "You--"

He Yijiu was so amused that he burst into laughter, and his smug laughter rushed out of the window, waking up the birds perched on the tree: "I've been seen by you for a long time, let's see what's wrong with you. Don't talk about it, I have to Let's cook."

Without waiting for Han Lang's reaction after speaking, he put oil on the soles of his feet and ran away early.

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After recuperating in this remote hut for a while, Han Lang can be regarded as recovered.During the period, he told He Yijiu about Ma Youyi, and He Yijiu snorted after hearing this, and said with a sneer, "He deserved his death."

Then he leaned closer to Han Lang and asked, "What are you going to do next, do you want to check?"

Han Lang was very firm: "It must be investigated. This case must be brought to light, so that the thirty lives can be cleared. Refining private salt, concealing the epidemic, deliberately arson, and hiring murderers, these crimes are enough to kill the perpetrators." A thousand times."

"You're quite a righteous person," He Yijiu's tone was a little casual, "You must have never encountered any dangerous cases, and your thinking is so naive."

Of course, Han Lang understood He Yijiu's subtext, he just wanted to remind himself: Don't be self-righteous, the people involved here can't move with his ability.But can this shake his mind?For this case, he suffered all kinds of crimes and almost lost his life. How could he swallow this breath!

"You don't need to ridicule me. Since I have made up my mind, I will definitely do it," Han Lang said seriously, "I don't talk about the righteousness of the country, it's just my duty as a county lieutenant."

He Yijiu saw that he couldn't persuade him, but he still didn't give up: "What can you do? Go back and tell the county magistrate the truth of the matter, Qian? Tsk tsk, just that old man who is greedy for money and lustful? He doesn't have the guts, even if he knows, he will Say you made it up. And do you have evidence? Ma Youyi is dead, and everyone who knew is dead, only you and me are left."

Han Lang frowned: "The salt field is still there, if I—"

"Come on," He Yijiu interrupted him directly, "According to their style of doing things, it is estimated that they will be able to clean up the salt field in a few days, and nothing will be left for you."

"Magistrate Qian may not necessarily help me. But if we can find out who is behind the scenes, he can't cover the sky with one hand in the court. There will always be political enemies watching him in secret," Han Lang said, standing up, in the Pacing back and forth in the room, "No matter what, someone will support me. These thirty people can't lose their lives in vain."

It was rare for He Yijiu to withdraw his smile, and his expression became a little serious: "... Tsk, what you said makes sense, it seems that you are not acting only with passion."

"Nonsense." Han Lang glared at him.

"But you're still too naive," He Yijiu folded his arms and squinted his eyes to look at Han Lang. "That's the same thing, who do you think you are? You came from a poor family, but you're just a ninth-rank county captain. Think about how much you can find out, and how many obstacles there will be in the middle? An assassin almost killed you."

Han Lang's expression became serious.Yes, although he has such a goal, he has no idea how much he can implement it.However, he didn't want to show weakness under He Yijiu's mocking gaze, he pondered for a while, and continued: "I don't expect to achieve it overnight, there will always be opportunities, and even if I have no power or power, I can always find helpers."

"Oh?" He Yijiu raised his eyebrows, "Who would be in this muddy water?"

The word "you" turned in his throat a few times, and he almost blurted out, but stopped abruptly.Why did He Yijiu help him?Moreover, why should he trust He Yijiu?This is a person he doesn't understand at all, full of too many mysteries.Too smart, too worldly.What's more, this man is just a gangster, a magic stick, a barefoot doctor, who makes a living by deceiving people.If I trust him rashly, what will happen to me?

He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, and almost confessed to He Yijiu, but luckily he hesitated at the last moment.At the moment when he was silent, He Yijiu had studied his expression thoroughly, and then the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a playful smile.Han Lang was so terrified by his laughter, he sat down as if eager to cover up, and said angrily, "Smile."

He Yijiu's smile became even weirder, and his pair of blue eyes fixed on Han Lang, turning back and forth on him.This feeling was quite uncomfortable, and Han Lang even had the illusion that he was completely naked. How many secrets could he keep under this man's probing sight?

"In short, you can figure it out for yourself. If you are stupid again and waste your life that I managed to save, Mr. He, I will definitely kick your ass." He Yijiu stretched out his index finger and poked Han Lang's chest, "However, if possible, I can help, just mention it."

Han Lang turned his eyes away, thinking that his thoughts had been seen through.He Yijiu seemed to understand what he was hesitating, and said cheerfully: "What's the matter, brother. Although you and I are not good people, but I value loyalty the most in my life, and I will do anything for my brother."

No one would directly say that he is not a good person...Han Lang raised his forehead, and originally wanted to draw a line with He Yijiu, but he owed so many favors, and he couldn't do it long ago.Brothers are brothers. He Han Lang has lived for more than 20 years, and this is the first time he has met such a person.What's more, after these few days of getting along, he felt that He Yijiu wasn't too bad.

So he nodded and replied, "Yes."

He Yijiu smiled, and tapped the back of Han Lang's head with his hand: "Remember to pay back the money."

The good impression he had just established collapsed again, Han Lang glared at him, and said, "I know, I know, I'll give you my monthly salary for the next two months, right?"

He Yijiu smiled deeper, and gave him a meaningful look: "I will remember to remind you."

Another day later, Han Lang began to pack his things and prepare to return to Anping County.When he walked onto the avenue, he found that He Yijiu was still following him.

"Are you done?" he asked.Recently, I only saw He Yijiu circling around him, as if he didn't see him worrying about his own affairs at all.At that time, Mr. Feng's condition was very mysterious. How could He Yijiu solve it so easily?

"It's over early," He Yijiu said proudly, "I can even cure you, so what is his minor illness?"

After hearing this, Han Lang was even more puzzled. He still thinks that He Yijiu's cure depends on three parts of his ability and seven parts of his luck.He Yijiu also admitted, saying that he just read a prescription for treating Spring Fever a long time ago, and he was not sure about it.Han Lang practiced martial arts himself, and his health was not bad, so he recovered smoothly.That being the case, how many doctors can't look down on Mr. Feng's strange disease, how did He Yijiu solve it?

So he asked the question.

He Yijiu scratched his hair and smiled easily: "Who told you that Mr. Feng had a strange disease? I told you before that it was poisoning. I cured him only with the experience I have accumulated from traveling all over the world for so many years. Also, it’s my super-smart brain.”

Han Lang snorted and said, "Then tell me, what's going on?"

He Yijiu glanced at him inscrutablely: "I'll tell you on the way."