Inscription of Different Cases

The matter of Huo Lingle ended in such an aggrieved way. He Yijiu was fine and lived a carefree life, but Han Lang's self-confidence was seriously frustrated and he was depressed for several days.After that, he did something. He dug out all the old books left by his father, and began to memorize them one by one every day when he came home from the county office. He had to improve himself to Shen Minggui's level within a few days.

"Look at your appearance, do you really want to be the head of the family?" He Yijiu said, he was a little worried, fearing that Han Lang would really run back to the Barren Mountains one day if he got motivated.

"I can't bear it anymore," Han Lang casually wiped the cloth towel handed over by the other party on his face, keeping his eyes on the pages of the book in front of him. "What is the surname Shen, who humiliates us repeatedly, can you bear it?"

He Yijiu also felt angry when he thought about it: "Yes, sooner or later I will teach that grandson a lesson."

He no longer questioned Han Lang's efforts, and practiced with him when he had time.Once Han Lang turned on the lamp to read at night and forgot about the "entertainment activities" at night. Without saying a word, he went directly to blow out the lamp, and then forcibly carried him back to the bed.

"Have you lost weight?" After the "activity" was over, He Yijiu rubbed and pinched Han Lang's waist, and suddenly said this.

"No?"

He Yijiu gestured a few times: "It seems not as heavy as a few days ago."

"You are the one who is important." Han Lang said angrily.

He Yijiu didn't answer, and was already in the midst of self-criticism.He who was in charge of feeding Han Lang three meals a day in different ways actually made him thinner?It can be seen how hard it is for Han Lang to practice hard every day.no.He secretly said to himself.The recent diet is still too ordinary, and it will be a holiday in a few days, and I will cook a few more big meals in the name of the holiday, so I have to bring this kid back.

There are no cases recently, Han Lang patrols the streets every day, and he can go home in the evening.Such days that are neither busy nor have nothing to do always pass quickly, and half a month passes in a blink of an eye, and the midsummer of July arrives, and the temperature suddenly remains high, making people dizzy.Many ice storage shops opened their ice cellars one after another, and sold rock sugar balls and licorice cold water along the street.He Yijiu also iced a few watermelons in his own well, and rushed home before Han Lang every day, fished out the watermelons and cut them up, and when the man came back, he immediately sent fans and watermelons to relieve the heat.

In Han Lang's words, he has really been used to being a young master.

"That's great," He Yijiu laughed even more smugly after hearing this, "If you don't have me, you won't have a place to cry."

Han Lang argued with him unconvinced, then turned his head and plunged into the pile of books.Originally, he said that he wanted to study the curse of the Han family. He found out the letters between his father and the falcon, but he didn't bother to read them these days.He Yijiu had nothing to do at the moment, so he grabbed the letter and flipped through it. It was full of words such as mutual reports on the recent situation. He scanned the ten lines at a glance, and suddenly smiled as if he found something interesting: "Yo , you and the falcon's child were born on the same day."

"Is it?"

"The falcon bird is also a boy, and the letter also said that you should become brothers."

It's all in the past, Han Lang wasn't very interested, and casually agreed: "Okay."

"Do you think that one day a monster brother will come to you?"

Han Lang shook his head: "No way, isn't Falcon's child dead?"

"If you're not afraid of [-], you're just in case. Who can tell what happened in the past," He Yijiu thought for a while, and then muttered, "Forget it, it's okay if I don't have it, lest I have to deal with a brother-in-law one day."

Han Lang's hard study was very fruitful, and it didn't take long for him to learn several spells by himself.It's a pity that most of the spells of Huangshanliu are related to controlling ghosts. Han Lang doesn't have controlling ghosts, so he can only learn some superficial things, and the distance between him and Shen Minggui is more than 01:30.

"Why don't we catch a little demon or something?" He Yijiu tentatively asked.

"No need," Han Lang snorted, "Monsters have their way, ghosts have their way, why bother to enslave them."

He Yijiu was relieved when he heard what he said, and quickly hugged Han Lang's back, sticking his head against his ear like a puppy: "You are such a kind person, all the demons and ghosts in the world love you to death gone."

Han Lang let him get bored helplessly, he had just tried a round light technique, and now the porcelain bowl in front of him was rippling, and the scene outside the house gradually emerged.Intrigued, He Yijiu slid off his back and took a porcelain bowl to test himself.After closing his eyes and reciting a mantra, he burned a talisman and shook the ashes into a bowl. Sure enough, it was also floating in the water, and the exact same scene gradually emerged.

"Well, you," Han Lang showed admiration, "you're a quick learner."

He Yijiu was very pleased, and immediately patted his chest and said: "Of course, I don't even look at who Master He is."

Han Lang was not in a hurry to answer, staring at the scene in the two bowls, hesitated for a while before saying: "Speaking of which, you said that you are born with martial arts, and you have the same yin and yang eyes as me. Could it be that you also have the blood of a celestial master?" ?”

He Yijiu shut up in embarrassment, his eyes hesitated for a moment, then he laughed exaggeratedly and said, "Hahaha, maybe there is such a thing as blood. Do you believe my mother is a monster?"

Han Lang rolled his eyes: "Stop doing this, if your mother is a monster, my mother will be an ancient beast."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, He Yijiu sighed secretly, and could only continue to say: "So powerful? It seems that when it comes to bragging skills, I should be willing to bow down."

"roll."

After the two of them finished their habitual chatter, they had already put this topic behind them.Han Lang's Circle of Light technique got stuck in a bottleneck while he was practicing it. He wanted to use this technique to see a farther scene, but the water surface remained completely unchanged as if he couldn't feel his spiritual power. Shizhang street.

"My spiritual power is so little?" Han Lang was deeply shocked, "I still expect to use it to solve cases in the future."

"You are so whimsical, can you still use this to catch fugitives?" He Yijiu laughed dumbfounded, and patted him on the shoulder a few times comfortingly, "Isn't this the first time you practice? It's good to be able to see things. Everyone else It has been practiced for several decades, so it is not good to be eager for quick success."

Han Lang sighed with some disappointment: "Okay."

Later, he stopped tossing round the light technique, and continued to hold the old book and memorize it, like a scholar who is about to take a test for fame.I don't know if it's because I read too many books and my mind is dizzy.Han Lang's head was full of all kinds of ghosts, and he was absent-minded. A few days later, when he was patrolling the street as usual, he lost his belongings.

It happened to be the night pearl that He Yijiu gave him.

This made Han Lang very angry. Thinking of him as a majestic county captain, he has caught [-] or [-] thieves, and he even fell into their trap!He didn't tell He Yijiu at first, because he felt ashamed, and because he was afraid that the other party would be angry.After all, it was that person who specially gave him something, and the jade pendant he gave him was well kept by the other party, and he took it out to wipe it every day.The other party brought him a luminous pearl, but he not only put it in the leather bag but forgot it completely, but was also stolen, how can he say that?

So I can only be sulking all by myself, gnashing my teeth angrily.The Ye Mingzhu was wrapped in silk and kept in a leather pouch around her waist.This leather pouch was originally used to hold small private things, he didn't even put copper coins in it, except for the Ye Mingzhu, he only put a small pair of blades for self-defense.Now the blade is fine, even the silk cloth is still there, and Ye Mingzhu is gone.What is this?How clever is this thief's technique, can he take out the night pearl and return the silk cloth?

Han Lang was full of resentment when he thought of this, the leather bag was tightly attached to his waist, and he could detect every movement, why did he lose something?At first he wondered if he had accidentally put it somewhere, or it fell out while running, but he couldn't explain why the silk cloth was not lost.For something as conspicuous as the Ye Mingzhu, if it was dropped, someone would definitely see it, just in case he searched along the inspection route for the past few days, but found nothing.

That is, it was stolen by a thief, and he was a very skilled thief, even the officials dared to do it.

It was a very hot day, and people were covered with a layer of sticky sweat all over their bodies. I really wished I could jump into the ice water and soak in it.This kid, Abao, is especially good at looking at people's faces. He found that his boss Han's complexion was not good, his forehead and neck were covered with beads of sweat, and even his back was wet. He immediately brought a glass of licorice cold water and came back I put my hands up and said with a smile: "Boss! Come and cool off!"

Han Lang directly poured out a piece of ice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it crunchily, and directly applied the whole cup on his face to cool down.Ah Bao was in a hurry to fan him, Han Lang realized something was wrong, and couldn't help but said: "What's wrong with you today, do you need me?"

"No," Ah Bao chuckled, "Grandpa He said that he couldn't take care of the boss all the time on weekdays, so he asked me to help him. This licorice cold water was bought by Mr. He, and he sent it to the concierge early. Mr. He It's really loyal, I prepared it for everyone, and I just finished drinking my own."

Having said that, Han Lang already felt that the glass of water in his hand was extraordinarily sweet, and the licorice in it was extremely fresh, completely different from the ones sold on the street. It should be He Yijiu's freshly made last night.This time, I feel very refreshed, but I also faintly feel depressed. What should He Yijiu do if he knows that he has lost the Ye Mingzhu?

You must feel very unworthy, right?

Thinking of this, Han Lang raised his neck fiercely, poured cold water into his stomach in a rush, shivering from the cold.Ah Bao was taken aback by him, and was about to ask, but he immediately interrupted him and said, "Bring me all the files of the theft cases in the last three months."

"Ah? -- Oh, oh!" Ah Bao hurriedly responded, dropped his fan and ran away, and ran back holding a stack of thin papers after a while, "Boss, Boss, they're all here."

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to flatter: "Not much, since the boss came, this thief dare not go out."

Han Lang was not in the mood to answer his words, so he immediately opened the file and began to examine it.From this look, he saw when each case happened in the evening, what was lost, what characteristics the thief had, and where he came from. He went back and forth to study it no less than ten times.Most of these cases have been solved, many of which he has personally seized, and there have been no new ones in recent days.Could it be that today was the first time the thief attacked?

Or those who were released after serving their sentences and returned to their old jobs, came to take revenge on him?

Thinking of this, Han Lang became even more upset, closed the file, and walked home with a heavy heart.He hasn't figured out how to face He Yijiu when he goes home, or he should pretend nothing happened.As a result, he underestimated He Yijiu's sensitivity. He just entered the house, took off his coat and took two bites of dinner, when the other party put down his chopsticks and stared at his face, concerned: "What happened?"

"No," Han Lang replied dryly, "It's too hot, I have no appetite."

He Yijiu's face suddenly changed, and he looked nervous.Han Lang never lost his appetite for his cooking, either because he was perfunctory, or because the sun came out from the west.

He immediately put down his chopsticks, first reflected on himself, and felt that he hadn't done anything that would make Han Lang angry.Thinking about it again, it must be a matter of work: "What kind of case did you encounter?"

Han Lang continued to muffle: "No."

After finishing the meal, Han Lang tidied up the house slowly, and didn't bother to study the old books left by his father.Although He Yijiu was washing dishes in the kitchen, he kept his ears open to pay attention to the movement in the main hall.Han Lang slowly swept the dust on the floor and knocked the dustpan. After a while, he seemed to sit down and looked out the window alone, with an unconcealable depression on his face.

The boss is alone, and he still has the temper of this immature child... He Yijiu sighed in his heart.Cute is cute, but you have to figure it out, it's too much a test of your ability to observe words and expressions.

Thinking of Han Lang's upright and awe-inspiring appearance on weekdays, and only making such trouble in front of him, He Yijiu began to feel complacent again.After packing up his things, he raised his legs and walked in. Before Han Lang could speak, he sat down beside the other person, stretched out his hand to hook the person's shoulder, and rubbed against him like a big cat.

"Which bastard who doesn't have eyes, made my wife angry?"

Han Lang just glanced at him and muttered, "Who is your wife?"

He Yijiu wouldn't argue with him on such a trivial matter, so he smiled and said, "Cheng Chengcheng, who made my dear baby angry?"

"I'm not angry," Han Lang said outrightly, his voice suddenly became low, "I've encountered some stupid things."

"That's not angry," He Yijiu pinched his face with a smile, and just as his fingers reached the tip of his nose, Han Lang turned his head away, "Shall I teach him a lesson for you?"

After saying this, Han Lang became even more short of breath, and after a long pause, he said cautiously, "I told you, don't get angry."

He Yijiu blinked, this time he saw that Han Lang was guilty: "What's the matter?"

"The night pearl you gave me..." Han Lang's voice became lower and lower, he turned his face to look elsewhere, and almost squeezed out the last two words, "I lost it."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say a word, and didn't look at He Yijiu, he turned his face away and sulked at himself.After a while, he felt a pair of warm hands touching the back of his neck, like soothing a small animal, all the way down his back.He was feeling comfortable when suddenly he was pinched hard on his buttocks.

"Hey!"

He Yijiu laughed loudly, spread his arms and pressed on his back like a blanket, causing him to almost fall off the chair: "That's all, come on, I'll give you another one tomorrow!"

As long as Han Lang attaches great importance to the gift he gave, and knows that it hurts when he loses it, He Yijiu will feel very good in his heart: "What is the Ye Mingzhu? The important thing is the person, not the thing."

Han Lang was not completely relieved, he was silent for a while before saying, "I'm not reconciled."

He Yijiu put his arms around his shoulders and forcibly turned him around: "Then let's look for it together? Where did you lose it?"

Han Lang touched his nose and lowered his voice again: "It was stolen."

He Yijiu withdrew his smile, Han Lang thought he would blame himself, and was about to defend himself when he heard the other party say: "Which bastard who doesn't have eyes, stole to Master He!"

After scolding, he said to Han Lang: "Tell me specifically, which street and how did you do it?"

Han Lang told the truth, and the more He Yijiu listened, the more angry he became, cursing: "I know all the 'craftsmen' in Anping, and I have warned you to watch before you start. Damn, these brains have been kicked by donkeys." s things."

After finishing speaking, he said to Han Lang: "Don't blame yourself, some guys are so good, my eyesight can't keep up with their hand speed. You weren't thinking about Ye Mingzhu at the time, it's normal for you to be touched. "

Hearing this, Han Lang was finally relieved, and the gloom on his face faded a lot: "Did someone you know do it?"

"It's hard to say," He Yijiu rubbed his hands, "However, I will definitely help you find it."

Han Lang finally smiled, and said next to the other party, "I'll go too."

"Alang."

"Ok?"

"It's rare for you to act like a baby with me." He Yijiu smiled.

"I'm not being coquettish!"

"Okay, okay," He Yijiu hugged him even harder, resting his chin on his shoulder, "But, I still want to punish you, it's not good to lose anything, but I lost what I gave you."

Han Lang thought that the one who should come is still here, so he said bravely, "What is the punishment?"

"Help me with your mouth."

"dream."

He Yijiu pursed his lips aggrievedly: "That incense one, use more force."

This time Han Lang didn't say anything, he pushed the man, stabilized He Yijiu's head and pressed the whole body on the other party. With a "boom", lips touched.