The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

The moon is full and the stars are moving, the clouds are changing, the night sky seems to be quiet but moving, but the ground is completely silent.

Ganqing sighed, how could Yi Xiangquan fall from the sky?

A fool's dream.

Qu Ze shook his head and said, "You just said that Mushu hurt people? It's too small, it's impossible to cause such a fatal injury."

Qianqing turned to look at her: "How else can I explain it?"

Qu Ze remained silent again, her silence made her whole body unhappy.He turned to look at the ancient house, and a flash of light flashed in his mind.

"There is a latrine next to the ancient house," Qian Qing walked slowly towards the ancient house, his eyes slightly brightened, "If there is a secret door..."

"Master Xia, go back!" Qu Ze was a little scared.

Qian Qing walked back dissatisfied: "First cover this coffin, let's go to the ancient house. When the incident happened, the kitchen was connected to the bedroom, but the doors were all bolted from the inside. What if there is a secret passage? There must be, absolutely! Someone escaped from the kitchen into the bedroom and bolted the door; then escaped from the bedroom through a secret passage and went to the toilet to hide; after everyone was gone, they came out to hide elsewhere..."

Gan Qing muttered and babbled, always feeling that what he said made sense.The two pulled the lid of the coffin and closed it with difficulty.The shadow covered the mute's handsome face, like a piece of white jade falling into the darkness.After being buried, it turns into dust and is eaten by maggots and ants.

Looking at the dumb face, Gan Qing shut his mouth.Human life is at stake, how can it be child's play?He was silent for a moment, thought for a moment and said to Qu Ze: "I will leave the day after tomorrow. It is decided, the day after tomorrow."

Qu Ze was surprised: "How to leave?"

"I can only climb the mountain," Qian Qing said impatiently, "Xiao Ze, did my mother ask you to come with me?"

Hearing this, Qu Ze nodded, and said again: "I found you with great difficulty. If you climbed the mountain and left, what should I do?"

Ganqing was dizzy after hearing this for a while, afraid that she would say "marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog", and quickly added: "I'm just bored, you wait a few more days, and come to Beijing to find me after the suspension bridge is repaired." ...Wait! Don't come to the capital, go back to Yongcheng."

Qu Ze was a little angry: "Why can't we go together?"

Qian Qing just evaded and smiled and said, "I still have something to do. Wu Village has delayed me too much, and I don't know when I can get to Bianjing. You are not in a hurry, and the mountain road is dangerous. You can leave when the villagers come back."

"How do you climb a mountain by yourself—"

Qianqing resolutely said: "Stop persuading me again, I have made up my mind."

Qu Ze was just silent. She seemed to feel that her words just now were too intense, so she lowered her head again.Ganqing hurriedly said: "So, it's better to go to the ancient house to see if there is a secret door connected to the bedroom. What if you go to the ancient house at night? I don't believe that ghost can still appear today."

After talking for a long time, Qianqing was a little impatient.But Qu Ze didn't say anything, just silently followed Qian Qing into the room.

The house was pitch black, and seemed lifeless because it had been unoccupied for a long time.When it comes to "dead energy", what else can compare to this ancient house?The wind was blowing, and Qianqing felt goosebumps on his skin.He said he was not afraid of ghosts, but he still glanced at the shadows. Fortunately, there were no more ghosts.

The ancient house was never bolted after it was opened that day.The door was pushed open with a creak, and the sound of twisted wooden boards was very clear in the dark night, like a human sigh.A musty smell hits the face, this is a corrupt, stale, and dark smell, mixed with the coldness of the night, it instantly freezes people's hearts.

Qian Qing pretended to be calm and smiled at Qu Ze: "Look, there is nothing here—"

There was a slight sob.

The clean smile froze immediately.Qu Ze had just stepped forward with one leg, when he heard the sound, his eyes widened and he jumped out of the door in horror.I couldn't even move my legs, I was sweating profusely, and my whole body was stiff.He wanted to run away, but he was too scared to move.

"Did you hear that!"

He looked around quickly, still holding the lantern in his hand.It emitted a miserable white light, causing shadows to be reflected on the gray wall, shaking uncontrollably.

"Who!" Qianqing roared, trying to embolden himself.However, the voice echoed in the dark empty room, as if several people were asking at the same time.

who?who……

"What is it--" Qianqing continued to ask loudly, originally wanted to ask "what is "person", but the word "person" was not spoken.

After the echo, there was a dead silence.

"Master Xia, let's go!" Qu Ze was about to cry, she was a woman after all, and she had never encountered this scene before.

The yard outside the door was illuminated by the moonlight. Qian Qing felt that he was a fish that dived into the deep sea but couldn't breathe. It seemed that something had strangled his throat and he couldn't breathe. He wanted to instinctively escape to the bright place outside the door.

Seeing that he wanted to come out, Qu Ze turned around and wanted to run.

"Don't move yet." Gan Qing said this sentence suddenly, these three words were surprisingly cold.If Ganqing saw a ghost a few years ago, he would have run away long ago; even today, Ganqing still has this kind of calculation, after all, nothing is as important as his own life.

But he doesn't want to go.

"Xia, Mr. Xia..." Qu Ze looked at him in surprise.

Ganqing hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised the lantern and turned back to the ancient house.

"Ozawa, you know," Ganqing turned his head slightly, and said in a tone that he couldn't figure out, "If Yi Xiangquan was here, he would definitely go in."

"That's Mr. Yi!"

Qianqing just smiled easily, and he didn't know why he became calm.

"After staying with Yi Xiangquan for a while, I also became a little unbelieving," he turned and stepped in fiercely, "Even if there is a ghost, so what? It has all-powerful abilities, who will rule it?" Are mortals afraid of ghosts? Ozawa, you... just stand at the door and look behind me."

As soon as Gan Qing said this, he immediately exposed his timidity, and asked Qu Ze to stare behind him, just in case something suddenly jumped out and scared him.

Since you want to make up your mind to find the "secret door", you must reach out to knock and explore.Gan Qing swallowed, and touched the wall inch by inch, not daring to neglect.

The walls are rough and cold, with an earthy smell.Sweat was pouring down like rain, as if smelling the stench of the toilet, the smell of dumb blood, the smell of damp and dust in the house.Maybe it's all psychological, but countless chaotic thoughts still flashed through his mind.

The wall became wet, and Gan Qing's heart felt cold in vain. After careful consideration, he realized that it was because of his sweaty palms, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He stopped suddenly.

It is painting.There are two paintings on the wall. When I came here during the day, I only remembered that there were paintings, but I didn't remember what was in the paintings.He lifted the lantern to take a picture, and the one on the left was not a painting, but a scroll of calligraphy, without signature or rubbing; the one on the right was the real painting.Although the calligraphy and painting are decently hung together, the display always pays attention to the beauty of symmetry, but the two works are asymmetrical—the two works are of different lengths.Calligraphic scrolls are longer and paintings are shorter.

Ganqing hesitated for a moment, held up the lantern, and looked at the calligraphy scroll on the left first.The above is just an ordinary poem, written vigorously and powerfully.Gan Qing saw that the word was familiar, as if it was written by the same person as the one hanging in Wu Bai's study.Looking away again, the paper colors of the two works are obviously different, and the workmanship is also different, clearly not a product of the same era.

Calligraphy is newer, and picture scrolls are older.Gan Qing squinted his eyes and took a few steps back, the scroll was illuminated by the lantern.

When he saw the objects in the painting clearly, he was slightly taken aback.