Inscription of Different Cases

He Yijiu gave Han Lang a "big fish taking the bait" look, and immediately struck up a conversation with the boy.Han Lang stood there and hesitated again and again, but still didn't follow.One is that he has business to do, and the other is that he is afraid that if he follows He Yijiu again, he will be so angry that he wants to pull out his sword and chop him up.

Not too far away, He Yijiu's voice floated over: "Is it the east end of the village? OK, I'll go back and clean up first."

Still need to clean up?It's not a blind date.Han Lang sneered.He didn't want to listen to what those two were still talking about, so he quickened his pace and left the open space early.

It was getting late, and the twilight glow spread like fire, but the village was gloomy.Most people go to bed early and don't waste precious candles like city people.Han Lang went to Lizheng's house again, not long after the other party came back, and after explaining his intentions, Lizheng immediately dug out the household registration book to read.The two searched for a long time, but they found the reporter named Ma Youyi.

"Oh, I remembered," Lizheng pointed to the name book and shouted, "This man is an ignorant gangster who left the village a few years ago. Later, he seemed to have committed a crime and was arrested and punished. After ten years of hard labor, he was escorted back to build the dam."

"The dam that collapsed last year?" Han Lang asked.

"That's right, after the dam was built, I don't know where to go."

"Do you know where his family lives?"

Lizheng scratched his head: "His father used to be a woodcutter, so he doesn't live in our village, he lives in Heshan. Now he is the only one left in his family. I don't know if he still lives in the original place."

Han Lang pondered for a moment, then said, "He hasn't been back all these years?"

"No, if you don't mention it, who will remember this person."

It seems that they can only go to the mountains to find Ma Youyi's residence, and I don't know if he will return home or not.Han Lang bid farewell to Lizheng, and when he came out again, it was already dark.Going into the mountains in the dark is definitely not an appropriate choice. The most urgent thing is to find a place to live, and we will talk about it tomorrow.

He had noticed before that there was a small shop in the middle of the village, the downstairs was a restaurant, and the upstairs should be able to live.When Han Lang passed by, only here in the whole street was still lit with dim lights, and the word "Inn" was vaguely written on the crumbling cover by the door.Han Lang climbed the stone steps, when he suddenly heard someone talking and laughing in the house, it should be a man and a woman, and the man's voice was very familiar.

Han Lang's face darkened, he frowned and knocked on the door.

The woman who came to answer the door was about 30 years old, and she was fairly good-looking. There was an amorous look in her eyes. It was obvious that she was from a kind family.This person didn't seem to expect someone to come, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked lazily: "Stay in the hotel?"

Han Lang said yes.

"Just one room," the woman put her hand through her hair, "Either you stay for one night, or you go out for one."

Han Lang looked past her into the room, the corner of his mouth twitching.As expected, the "you" refers to him and He Yijiu.

He Yijiu seemed to have changed his clothes, tidied them up a bit, and combed his hair in a decent bun, and the pile of colorful beads on his ear temples was gone.At this moment, he glanced at Han Lang, then walked towards the woman with a smile, and hooked her shoulder: "Don't be so ruthless, Feng Xian'er, I can squeeze a room with you, what do you think?"

The woman called Feng Xian'er let out a coquettish voice, and softly pushed He Yijiu away: "Smelly man, who promised you."

A sneer flashed across the corner of Han Lang's mouth, thinking that this woman is most likely a prostitute, and this pair of dogs and men are quite compatible.

"Are you going to come in or not?" The woman looked at Han Lang who was still standing at the door, and her expression became a little impatient, "Don't stand here to let the wind blow if you can't, the heat in the room has finally gathered, and it's all gone."

He Yijiu burst out laughing.

Han Lang frowned, this shop was dilapidated enough, maybe even worse than Li Zheng's house.The table was black and greasy, and the walls were also covered with a thick layer of dirt. There was only one trembling lamp in the room, which made everyone's faces dim.Just as he was thinking, He Yijiu suddenly waved his hand at him, and said with a smile, "This must be wronged by Mr. Han."

Although the tone was not ironic, Han Lang still felt uncomfortable.Feng Xian'er looked at the two of them with some surprise: "Do you know each other?"

"Well, I know you." Han Lang said succinctly.

This time it was He Yijiu's turn to be surprised, and cast a deep glance at Han Lang.Han Lang ignored him, but the woman "tsk" twice, which made Han Lang feel a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help but said, "Are you the boss?"

"Why, it's not like it?" Feng Xian'er sneered, "This store is just like this, you can't love it."

After finishing speaking, she snorted softly, turned around and went to look for He Yijiu.Han Lang glanced outside, it was so dark that he couldn't see his hands, and there was no other place to live in the village.There was no other way, he carried his luggage and walked in. Feng Xian'er was smiling and flicking the dust off He Yijiu's clothes, as if deliberately ignoring Han Lang.Han Lang didn't know where he offended this woman, maybe it was the natural hostility of prostitutes towards officials and family members.

As for He Yijiu, he was not the same kind of person anyway, and Han Lang didn't want to bother with him.

"Upstairs." In the end, it was He Yijiu who pointed the way for him. He nodded and went up the dilapidated stairs.Sure enough, there was only one room, and a bed was placed alone, so narrow that it was difficult to turn around.The bedding on top was still damp to the touch and had a musty smell.

Forget it, at least it can shelter from the wind and rain.Han Lang comforted himself, put down the things and lay down.Only now did he remember what the proprietress said just now, will He Yijiu live here?

Certainly not.

I closed my eyes, but couldn't sleep.The soundproofing of the room was quite poor, as if in a warehouse that was transparent on all sides, the sound from downstairs came up without hindrance.

"What kind of official post, tsk, look at his noble appearance, he didn't take us two seriously."

It was Feng Xian'er's voice.

"Didn't we just meet and become our own so soon?" Although He Yijiu smiled, his tone was a bit strange, and it didn't feel like his usual playful tone.

"Ouch, it's dead--"

Han Lang didn't want to hear them flirting, but he couldn't help it, he heard it clearly.

"You haven't said yet, what do you do?" It's still that Feng Xian'er, so delicate.

"I'm just a looker."

"Really? I don't think you look like it. You didn't lie to me, did you?"

He probably lied to you.Han Lang thought unhappily.

He Yijiu's tone was laziness: "That man just now is quite handsome, energetic, and has a good personality. This kind of person is kind to everyone and doesn't hold grudges. But look at his raised eyebrows, he must be Excessive thinking, loves to think about things. Thick earlobes and narrow cheeks indicate that he is blessed, but his official luck is not very good. And those thin lips, it looks good, but unfortunately the marriage may have twists and turns."

Han Lang was furious when he heard it: what is this!Do you need to make irresponsible remarks!

"From my point of view, he's just a pious person," Feng Xian'er snorted and said, "Why do you keep mentioning him, and you don't mention me."

"Okay," He Yijiu said in a low voice, and Han Lang could almost imagine his beating expression, "Then let me show you..."

Afterwards, Han Lang couldn't hear what he said, and only heard Feng Xian'er's charming smile more and more loudly.After a while, there was the sound of "deng, deng, deng" footsteps, did the two go back to their room?That's good, so as not to disturb people's dreams.

He rolled over, intending to fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, just as sleepiness was brewing, Han Lang heard the door creak.There was a sound of dragging footsteps, and just as Han Lang touched the scabbard at the head of the bed, he felt the bed suddenly sink, and his body suddenly fell onto it.

One side of the head, in the dim light, He Yijiu's outline could barely be distinguished.

Han Lang wrinkled his nose and couldn't help but move a few inches towards the corner.The place is too narrow, and he has tried his best.Fortunately, He Yijiu didn't have that fishy smell on him, so it probably didn't work out.For some reason, Han Lang suddenly felt a little gloating.

"Ah Lang, we two will be staying for one night, and I will pay for the room fee for you." He Yijiu put it on Han Lang's back as he spoke, wrapping his hands around Han Lang's waist with his dishonest hands.

Han Lang kicked him hard a few times, and said coldly: "Who are brothers with you, go find your Feng Xian'er."

A muffled laugh sounded in the room: "Whether I can find her or not, why do you care so much?"

Han Lang fell silent, not wanting to waste time with He Yijiu.He didn't suffer any hardships when handling the case before. This person likes to lie down or not, he has to go to the mountains tomorrow morning.

He Yijiu next to him moved again, this time he was much more honest and didn't pester her again.Fortunately, he didn't smell bad, and his clothes smelled of moss from well water.Speaking of well water, Han Lang felt that what Lizheng's wife said sounded a little mysterious, and he should investigate thoroughly when he had the opportunity.I don't know if Ma Youyi can be found. If the person who reported the case is gone, the case will definitely not continue.

He came out out of anger at the beginning, but he didn't want to go back in despair.

Just as he was thinking wildly, he heard He Yijiu's breathing gradually stabilized.Not knowing if he was infected, Han Lang closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and slept until dawn without having time to have a dream.

At this time, many people in the village had already gone to work in the fields, and even the proprietress had disappeared.Thinking of He Yijiu saying that he paid the rent, Han Lang didn't wait any longer, packed his things and went out.It is cool in early spring, and the sun is still hanging from the eaves, and the sunlight that casts it has a hint of coolness.Even though Han Lang was wearing an official uniform, he still felt chilly, so he couldn't help pulling his neckline tighter.

Not long after he walked, he saw He Yijiu flashing out of an alleyway and threw something to him.He caught it firmly, it was a sesame seed.

"Sanwen, remember to give the money."

Han Lang almost blurted out Xie and swallowed it back. Bare sesame seed cakes with no fillings?This guy must have asked for more.

He was too lazy to argue, took out three papers and threw them over.He Yijiu chuckled, and slid towards Han Lang as if he had oiled his feet. With a wave of his hand, a heavy boiled egg fell into Han Lang's pocket.

Han Lang looked at him coldly.

He Yijiu was humming a song, and he had returned to his sloppy attire, with a smile of "I appreciate you" on his face, and walked away with his arms swung.

Because of He Yijiu's repeated hooliganism, Han Lang's train of thought was always disrupted, and he couldn't concentrate for a long time.Later, when he entered the mountain, his eyes were green and the air was fresh, which allowed him to regain his original state.Ma Youyi's residence is not too difficult to find, walking along the dirt road, you can always see some traces.After groping along the way, it didn't take long for him to find a wooden house in the forest full of firewood.

But there seemed to be no one living in it, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated.There is no passer-by who can inquire about it along the way, which is really difficult.Han Lang walked around the room a few times, squatted down at the base of the wall, and picked it with his hands.Then he put his fingers in front of his eyes for a closer look, and his expression suddenly changed.

There is blood.

Still very new, not more than a day old.But it doesn't have to be human blood, maybe it's animals like rabbits or pheasants.Han Lang followed the bloodstains for a few steps and found that the clues were soon broken.I don't know if it stopped the bleeding or was erased due to various natural or unnatural reasons.

Are you being too suspicious?

Looking at this house again, it seems that it is not so simple.The furniture was covered with a layer of dust, but there were traces of random wiping on the cabinet, as if someone had come in, but they didn't care about anything else, it was purely for looking through things.There were two rather vague footprints on the dirt road outside, and more could not be seen clearly.Han Lang tried to perform the same movement with his own feet. The man should have turned his body outwards and kicked his feet on the ground a few times. It may be because the sand is slippery. He didn't succeed at first, so he repeated it again. So scratch the footprints on the ground.

"It's like seeing something terrifying and staggering to escape." Han Lang rubbed his chin and said to himself.

"What?" A voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

Han Lang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He turned his head and saw He Yijiu's unbeaten face again.This time he punched directly, punched him, and was quickly caught by the opponent.

"What are you doing here?" Han Lang said in a bad tone.

"Come to study the condition of the rich man surnamed Feng," He Yijiu replied. Seeing Han Lang's expression of disbelief, he explained, "The old man went out for an outing ten days ago and said he saw a dragon by the river ahead. I became ill. The skin was red, swollen and festered, and the high fever persisted, so I don’t want to do it when I see it.”

"So, you have a way to cure it?"

"Do your best," He Yijiu said in a humming tone. "If it doesn't get cured, it's God's destiny. It doesn't matter to me. At most, I won't make any money."

Han Lang snorted and walked away.As a result, He Yijiu still followed him, as if on an outing, pointing at a blooming flower or a squirrel jumping over from time to time, calling Han Lang noisily to have a look.

Han Lang still annoyed him at first, but gradually he got used to it, and the atmosphere became relaxed from the awkwardness at the beginning.Because He Yijiu had pretty much said about rich man Feng, and then kept pestering Han Lang to ask questions, Han Lang couldn't hold back for a while, and revealed what he was investigating.

He Yijiu blinked: "I didn't expect you to have a brain. If it were me, I would definitely not study other people's footprints."

Han Lang was a little complacent and said, "That's natural."

"Oh, you really take the flattery seriously."

"roll."