Inscription of Different Cases

"Get out of the way!"

A shout sounded from the side, followed by a huge force, knocking Han Lang away abruptly.

It was He Yijiu who stopped him.But Wu Zhao is like a madman, his speed far exceeds that of ordinary people, and he rushes forward like a hungry wolf.He Yijiu couldn't dodge in time, the man grabbed his arm hard, bleeding immediately.

Han Lang couldn't guarantee that if he hadn't been pushed away when he was still in a daze, it would be like a monster's claw, would it directly slit his throat?

The smell of blood filled the air, and Wu Zhao's eyes suddenly shot a murderous light. The blood dripping from his face had stained the ground red, but he didn't realize it.

Seeing this, Han Lang couldn't help being terrified, and said loudly, "Back off!"

He Yijiu didn't bother to answer him, seeing that he was about to get up and move forward, he hurriedly pushed him back: "You just stepped aside, this is not something you can deal with!"

"Why can't I deal with it! Fuck!" Han Lang scolded.Although I am not professional enough, I understand more or less!

But He Yijiu just stood in front of him, faced Wu Zhao, and shouted decisively: "There is an injustice and a debtor. Your host has already gone. Even if it is revenge, you have already paid it. Why drag innocent people into the water!"

Wu Zhao didn't respond, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying.Seeing this, He Yijiu spat angrily, and cursed: "You bastard, there's no way out!"

Is this He Yijiu a celestial master?Han Lang thought to himself, but the other party neither answered his question nor let him take half a step forward.At this moment, Wu Zhao rushed over again. He Yijiu had been prepared for a long time. He tore off the wooden bar of the prison door with his bare hands, stabbed forward with the barbed side, and stabbed Wu Zhao's throat accurately!

There was a miserable hiss, and Han Lang's hairs stood on end. "Do you want to kill him!" he shouted.

"It's too early to save!" He Yijiu replied, looking around, eagerly looking for the next weapon.After finally calming down, Han Lang hurriedly pulled out the sword from his waist, but He Yijiu snatched it away the next moment.

"Bastard!" Han Lang said angrily.At this time, Wu Zhao had already pulled out the wooden stick in his throat, and he was completely out of shape from the chest up.He Yijiu fought him again, but obviously he was not used to the long sword, and the place was narrow, gradually losing the wind.

Han Lang was almost driven mad by him, he was unarmed and couldn't use it in a narrow place.As soon as he turned around, he was grabbed by He Yijiu, and the man shouted in his ear: "What a broken sword! Get someone else!"

Seeing Wu Zhao crawling behind He Yijiu, Han Lang immediately opened his mouth and cursed, "No more! Idiot! I only have a sword!"

"What kind of wind is he, it's all for you!" He Yijiu yelled at him, and then he drew his sword, forcefully chopping the other's arm that was stretched out, "What's on your body! He is so Obsessed with obsession!"

"Did I say no!" Han Lang yelled back again.At this moment, he realized the problem, Wu Zhao really came for him, and tried every means to drag He Yijiu away, but He Yijiu tried his best to stop him.At the moment when Han Lang was distracted from thinking, He Yijiu directly pulled his hands away from his front, and groped together in the leather pouch at his waist.Han Lang's hair was about to stand on end, only then did he remember what was on his body, he pushed He Yijiu away and took it out in his pocket, it was the dice of the sweet potato!

The talisman outside had turned into a ball of ashes, he grabbed the dice and threw it towards Wu Zhao.The dice fell to the ground, and Gulu Gulu rolled away a long way.Finally, it was turned black side up, and the figure of a calf was faintly visible.

Wu Zhao hissed, ignored the two of them, and rushed towards the dice.What happened next was too shocking, a cloud of black smoke diffused from the dice, like a huge water tank, and it was forced to fall on Wu Zhao's body.Wu Zhao howled fiercely, the black air seemed to take shape, at first it was the shape of a child, and then rapidly expanded, surrounding Wu Zhao like a beast, and then... chewing him.

The gate was kicked open suddenly, and the servants who finally realized the abnormality rushed in, and they were stunned by the scene before them.Originally, Han Lang wanted to go forward, but He Yijiu held him tightly.They could only watch Wu Zhao die tragically. At first, the man was still resisting, but then he stopped moving.He was torn into pieces, and after the black smoke decomposed him, they were neatly arranged together.Then the whole piece of smoke stirred up, like a whirlpool, and countless pieces of flesh and bones collided together like a storm, pulling and dragging each other, gradually shrinking, and finally disappearing.

Strange sounds echoed all around.

wow.

wow.

Han Lang sighed, grabbed the lantern in the hand of the yamen servant and threw it over.He started to recite the ghost-exorcism mantra his father had taught him. He Yijiu turned to look at him in surprise when he heard the sound, but he ignored it.I saw that the flame rapidly expanded amidst the sound, and the surrounding shadows were torn apart like arrows.Then, the color changed from dark red to dazzling white, as bright and dazzling as the sun at noon.

At the same time, a pungent burnt smell permeated the air, causing everyone to cover their noses.After a short time, the flames burned out, leaving only a cloud of black ash on the ground.He Yijiu stepped on the ashes with one foot and crushed them a few times, then he leaned against the wall as if he was relieved, and didn't move for a long time.

"The knot... is it over?" the yamen servant next to him asked tremblingly.Han Lang gasped tiredly, pointed to He Yijiu, and said, "Put him back first."

The yamen servant responded immediately and pushed the man into the cell.

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The matter ended up being an unsolved case.

The gambling house was seized, and the boss was also arrested. He was the former owner of the timber workshop.The murderer who killed Wang Laosan has also been found out, and Han Lang has made a lot of contributions.But the things that happened later were obviously beyond the scope of people's comprehension. No one could explain what happened to the weird dice and the inexplicable death of Wu Zhao.But that horrible scene was witnessed by many people. The yamen servant who passed out early also said that Wu Zhao was crazy and possessed by a demon. He tore his own face and tried to kill other people.

The description in his mouth was exactly the same as what Han Lang said. Although it was creepy, it should be the truth.

But Han Lang still couldn't get rid of the relationship completely.

In the end, Wu Zhao's case was treated as suicide in fear of crime.Han Lang balances merits and demerits, what he was before is what he is now.This kind of result is still acceptable, Han Lang thought helplessly.So many things happened within a few days of taking office, and I don't know whether it is good or bad.

He Yijiu's fate was worse than his. He was interrogated every day, but he couldn't ask anything.In He Yijiu's own words, he just passed by the gambling house, and suddenly a Han Lang rushed out and started chasing him. Could he not run away?

In addition, he is full of jokes, and his ability to fool people is better than anyone else.Several people went to interrogate him, but they all had nothing to do with him.The last one was the little catcher, who stayed in the prison for a long time, and went straight to Han Lang when he came back.Han Lang asked him what was wrong, and he said solemnly: "Boss, let Master He go, he must be innocent."

That's right, they're all called the Lord.

Han Lang decided to go in person.

The torture room was quiet, and the guards retreated outside, allowing Han Lang to go in alone.He Yijiu's hands were tied, but he was still leaning comfortably on the chair, with his legs on the edge of the table, looking like he was hanging out.

"Take your feet back." Han Lang said as soon as he entered.

He Yijiu glanced at him and ignored him.

Han Lang repeated it again, and He Yijiu moved reluctantly, but just changed his posture, with the corners of his mouth raised, and his face was full of carelessness and lawlessness.

"Why are you here today?" He smiled frivolously.

"Get up," Han Lang didn't want to talk nonsense with him, "Search."

He Yijiu stood up very obediently, generously, and couldn't find any faults.Han Lang felt that this posture made him look like he was waiting for him to change his clothes, and he suddenly became angry. It must be that He Yijiu deliberately humiliated himself.He snorted coldly, and purposely lowered his hands hard enough to grab a piece of flesh from He Yijiu's body.

As a result, the man didn't even frown.

He didn't look carefully before, but now Han Lang realizes that this person really cares about his appearance, his clothes are tattered, but not dirty.Although the hair is a bit messy, it is tied into a small braid on the left ear and temple, and a few colorful beads are worn on it, which looks quite unique.Halfway through the search, Han Lang suddenly found a bloody patch on He Yijiu's arm.Taking a closer look, it was the scar left before, and the bleeding had stopped, but there was no clean water to wash him in the prison, and the dried blood was all stuck together, which looked extremely scary.

Han Lang suddenly couldn't bear it, and when he looked at He Yijiu again, he didn't look sideways, as if he didn't notice where he was looking: "I searched it just now, why should the county captain be so cautious."

Han Lang said coldly, "It's just a routine."

Indeed, nothing was found, but a scar ruined his mood.At this time, He Yijiu suddenly moved his face closer to Han Lang, his blue eyes full of oppression, as if he was examining a new thing.Han Lang instinctively backed away, and saw the man grinning happily, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth: "What are you hiding?"

Han Lang collected himself and ignored him.

He Yijiu raised his eyebrows, his handsome face was stained with anger: "I found out that you look pretty good."

These words are okay to describe a woman, but it is undoubtedly a great insult to describe a big man like Han Lang.Han Lang's handsome face instantly darkened. If he didn't have a little conscience in his mind, he would have punched him.

He tried his best to pretend he didn't care, and said calmly, "So what?"

He Yijiu bumped into him with his elbow, causing the shackles on his wrists to jingle: "Hey, you're not married, are you?"

"Why, how many more can you introduce?" Han Lang snorted.

He Yijiu didn't answer, but still laughed, which made Han Lang feel uncomfortable all over.He always felt that the person in front of him was kind of bad from the bottom of his heart, every word and every trap was a trap, just waiting for him to accidentally fall into it.

After a while, Han Lang finished searching, but he still didn't find anything suspicious on He Yijiu.He Yijiu sat back to his original position slowly, Erlang raised his legs high, and said to himself: "The last time I was touched from head to toe like this was when I was visiting a brothel."

The blue veins on Han Lang's forehead protruded, and he suppressed it forcibly. He glanced at He Yijiu with a businesslike attitude, and said sharply, "Name?"

"Ah?" He Yijiu didn't react, "Yichunyuan."

Han Lang grabbed the pen holder on the table and pointed at the tip of He Yijiu's nose: "Ask your name!"

"What the hell..." He Yijiu twitched his lips, "Didn't you already know that the surname is He and the first name is Yijiu."

"Where is the family?"

"do not know."

"I don't know?" Han Lang was about to sit down, but he was so choked by the sound that he didn't sit down, his buttocks were half hanging.

"I'm a vagrant, I've been everywhere, and I'm home everywhere."

Quite proud.Han Lang sneered, sat down firmly on the chair, and asked, "Age?"

"do not know."

Han Lang frowned: "Can you not know?"

He Yijiu tossed off the hem of his clothes very chicly, and changed his sitting position: "I really don't know, 27."

Han Lang lowered his head and began to record. At this time, He Yijiu crossed the table and rushed to him, with the tip of his nose pressed against his side face: "Master Han, I think your face is quite tender. It's not more than twenty-five, right?" ?”

Han Lang's teeth were about to gnaw, but he still pretended to be indifferent on the surface, pushed He Yijiu away with a palm, and said coldly, "You are a barbarian."

This time it was He Yijiu's turn to be surprised. He paused for a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a gaze mixed with scrutiny and prying began to circle Han Lang again.From the head to the feet, from the strands of hair to the tips of the nails, it was almost like peeling him off and studying it down to the bone.

After a while, He Yijiu said quietly, "How do you know?"

Han Lang finally healed him once, and he was a little complacent: "The eyes, the bridge of the nose, and your eyelashes are thicker than ordinary people. Your height, physique, and muscle outline are slightly different from those of the people in the Central Plains. You are very slippery in Mandarin. But it has an accent from outside the customs. Most people may not care about it, but I am in this line of work, so I can more or less hear it.”

After all, he added: "However, you are still not the same as the native Hu people. At first glance, you can easily be confused with the Han people. Therefore, you should be of mixed blood."

He Yijiu continued to look at Han Lang, then pointed to his own eyes and said, "Psychic eyes communicate the worlds of yin and yang."

"Cheat ghosts," Han Lang sneered, "I'm better at this than you."

He Yijiu was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, out of breath, and kept patting the table.Han Lang kept staring at him, his eyes were bright and aggressive.He Yijiu's laughter echoed in the narrow torture room, hahahaha, hahahaha, until he finally laughed heartily, stood up suddenly, and "touched" the shackles of both hands in front of Han Lang.

"Boy, you're really capable. I'm starting to admire you." He seemed to want to make a clasping gesture, but unfortunately he was chained, so he could only gesture casually.

Han Lang raised his chin, his arrogant and self-satisfied appearance made He Yijiu a little dazed.But in an instant he returned to normal, kicked the chair back, and sat back in front of Han Lang carelessly: "Are you a true celestial master?"

Han Lang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and buried himself in recording something on the scroll.

"Me too."

"Don't be smart, I think you are at most a charlatan, the kind who cheats people of money under the guise of fortune-telling." Han Lang sneered and glanced at He Yijiu.

"Aren't you just a county lieutenant?" He Yijiu stared straight at Han Lang's face with a smile, "To tell you the truth, Mr. He, I really don't have much skills in exorcising demons and catching ghosts. It can be seen that Wu Zhao has messed with dirty things, that's all. Anyway, he has money on him, so I went with him."

Only then did Han Lang look up at him: "Are you willing to recruit?"

"I was called by Wu Zhao to catch ghosts," He Yijiu changed his posture, brushed his pigtails, and said seriously, "But I didn't plan to catch anything, just like you said, I'm here to cheat money of."

Han Lang showed a "sure enough" expression.

"Why don't you tell me, what is the one surnamed Wu?"

"Why tell you?"

"Because we are colleagues, Master Tianshi."

Han Lang put on a straight face: "Don't call me that."

He Yijiu glanced at him a few more times, and suddenly smiled: "Then let me humbly ask for advice, okay?"

Han Lang hesitated for a while before telling the truth: "Wang Laosan raised a kid."

"Oh," He Yijiu drew a long tone meanly, "For gambling?"

"Well," it seems that He Yijiu knows a lot.Han Lang thought to himself, and continued, "I found out during the investigation. He obviously lives alone, and there are things for children at home. This kind of magic is more insidious. Usually, children who die young are dug up and a stick is taken. Bring the ribs with you, and use Yang Qi to support them. The little ghost can help gamblers get lucky, and people in the casino also said that Wang Laosan would talk to himself when he bet. That is asking the little ghost to help him calculate his winnings and losses."

"So that's it," He Yijiu frowned, and said again, "Then what about the ribs you mentioned?"

"It's that dice, which has been burned by me. The little ghost is usually a very weak spirit body, possessed by the dice, and lives by absorbing the host's yang energy. He can't protect Wang Laosan, so Wang Laosan is still killed by Wu. Kill it. Wang Laosan's obsession with revenge before his death became the food of the little ghost, in other words, the two souls that died in vain merged together and became a ghost."

Han Lang paused, and seeing that He Yijiu was listening attentively, he continued: "Wang Laosan should still be a little conscious, so he gave me the dice. After that, he went crazy and only knew how to drag people to be buried with him."

He Yijiu laughed out loud: "No wonder when I met you, I smelled a ghost haunting you."

"You know?" Han Lang was slightly surprised.Generally speaking, except for monks and priests who have practiced, and people with special blood like him, ordinary people will not perceive souls.

"That's why I said that we are colleagues. Although we are not as good as you, we are not far behind." He Yijiu showed a smug look, "Do you know why I didn't leave at that time? I thought I hit it off with you, so I want to let go." Don't care, it's not good."

Han Lang looked at him suspiciously, with disbelief all over his face, but he didn't investigate further: "Anyway, the kid killed Wu Zhao, and then saw the dice on my body. That's its body, so it attacked me, It's that simple."

After he finished speaking, he remained silent, with a complicated expression on his face.Is there anything to do with it after all, he thought.Why do you have to provoke it?Wouldn't it be better to just be an ordinary county lieutenant?But the job of a county lieutenant is inseparable from the dead. It's not enough for people to harm others, and ghosts also have to harm people. Really...

Han Lang's brows became tighter and tighter, and the more he thought about it, the colder his spine became.He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He Yijiu called him twice but he didn't respond.The other party was wondering, when he suddenly saw Han Lang slapped the table, stood up "badly", and said coldly: "Anyway, I will decide on your matter separately."

He Yijiu smiled, raised Erlang's legs again, and shook his toes: "What's wrong with Mr. Han? You look like you've been beaten and pissed off."

Han Lang ignored him.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Han is so powerful, and his martial arts is not bad, why did you become a county captain? If you go to become a teacher, you are guaranteed to make a lot of money, and all the ghosts in the world will detour when they see you," he said. , he suddenly seemed to remember something, showing a look of sudden realization, "Isn't it to make way for us people? That's right, if you were here, we wouldn't have anything to eat."

"Shut up!" Han Lang shouted suddenly.

He Yijiu froze for a moment, then looked at the person in front of him again, his gaze gradually deepened, and the smile on his lips was also tinged with evil intentions.After a while, he tentatively asked: "Master Han, are you... afraid of ghosts?"

The blood all over Han Lang's body was on fire, and he couldn't tell whether it was from embarrassment or anger.I saw his face getting redder and redder, his teeth clenched tighter and tighter, and his mouth was pulled into a straight line.

Seeing this, He Yijiu felt more and more close.At first I wanted to hold back, but I couldn't help it anymore, burst into laughter with a "puchi", and then laughed again.This time it's no longer intentional trickery, it's completely wanting to laugh from the bottom of my heart, laughing so much that I rolled from the chair to the ground, almost rolled out the door, and finally leaned against the wall and almost couldn't breathe.

Han Lang kept watching him coldly, and when he finished laughing, he kicked him away and walked out.He Yijiu heard that he was instructing the yamen servants outside, as if he planned to torture himself severely.But he still couldn't help laughing until Han Lang came back and was looking down at him.

With great difficulty, He Yijiu suppressed his laughter and said, "Master Han, you are so interesting, I think I'm going to fall in love with you."

Han Lang stood there for a long time, his clenched teeth finally squeezed out a gap, and he uttered the only swear word since today: "Fuck off your mother."