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

Although the color of the painting has faded, it can still be seen clearly.The picture is a girl.When Qianqing has money and has nowhere to spend it, he will also buy some calligraphy and paintings and hang them in the room in a pretentious manner.He doesn't know how to paint, and he was cheated out of money several times because he bought it randomly, but he has a long memory, and now he is quite knowledgeable.

This painting is exquisite in technique, and it looks like it was made by an excellent painter.The woman in the painting is sleeping, her eyes are closed, but her tenderness is like water, and her nose seems to be still breathing.Covering your mouth with your sleeves, and sleeping deeply at the desk, it is really a beautiful thing.

Qianqing took a closer look and felt that the painting was not finished.

The people are almost painted, but the background is not finished.He was so fascinated by this painting that he even forgot his fear for a while.Look at the girl's clothes, she is not from the dynasty.She doesn't look as rich and plump as the women in the Tang Dynasty, and there seems to be a bracelet on her wrist. Qian Qing is staring at it carefully, but Qu Ze's voice can be heard from a distance.

"Master Xia! What's wrong with you? What are you looking at?"

Only then did Qian Qing turn around, and suddenly remembered that he was still in this haunted black room, and then he woke up.He didn't care about the content of the painting anymore, he casually picked up a corner of the painting and poked behind it.

In the play, the storyteller has said that if this mechanism is to be concealed, it must rely on concealment.Without even thinking about it, Gan Qing touched the wall behind the painting with his hands.He was lucky enough to find a short handle.

"Found it!" Ganqing was very excited, without saying a word, he pulled it suddenly, but he didn't pull it.

"Master Xia?" Seeing this, Qu Ze wanted to come in, but he didn't seem to dare to enter.Ganqing turned his head and shouted: "Don't go in, just drive right away, it's probably not easy to pull it out after a long time."

After all, Qian Qing struggled to pull up again.The sweat on his head was about to flow down, and the handle didn't move at all.Gan Qing thought to himself, how could it be so strong?Just about to scold someone, I twisted it vigorously, and with a snap, the handle broke!

He took a deep breath, the handle broke in his hand abruptly, what should he do now?

"Master Xia, I think we should come back tomorrow..." Qu Ze persuaded.

Gan Qing was unwilling, but felt that he had caused trouble, so he had to go back home.When he wanted to put down the painting, he saw a black mass in the corner of the back of the painting.He quickly lit up the lamp, feeling as if some kind of ink had been splashed on it.

"Xia, Duke Xia—"

Gan Qing ignored it, just rolled up the painting, intending to go to a bright place to see what happened.He went out and handed the painting to Qu Ze, but his heart felt tight.Not to mention nothing, and even broke the handle.Qu Ze naturally didn't mean to blame him, but Qian Qing was not at ease in his heart.There is a handle, which naturally proves that there is a mechanism.

There are secret doors in the house, there are definitely secret doors.

Qianqing said to her decisively: "I will touch the wall again, there may be a gap."

Qu Ze became angry now: "What else do you want? Why don't you come during the day? You have to wait until the night when the sneaks come and go, so stubborn!"

Qu Ze was still afraid.Gan Qing wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he could only say: "You risk your life to accompany the gentleman, if I don't understand this matter today, then—"

"So what?"

"I just can't sleep well." Gan Qing didn't bother to argue with her, and resolutely went back to the old house and opened the door.

Qianqing didn't know when he started not to believe in evil, he just groped over and over again.Qu Ze was also angry, there were a lot of weird things tonight and Gan Qing was making trouble for no reason, she wanted to come in to criticize, but she heard Gan Qing shout: "I found it!"

There was really a tiny crack in the wall, and it was impossible to tell that it was a crack in the door.The other end is at the corner of the wall.Building a door in this way is unstable for the house.

Qian Qing didn't pay attention to these, he was already too excited.

Qu Ze touched it and said, "Is this really a door?"

"Absolutely, it's so neat."

Qu Ze just shook his head: "So, so..."

Her two words of "so say" poured cold water on Ganqing.In this way, since there is a door, someone can escape from here.

Ganqing suddenly felt cold sweat all over his body: "There is a gap between the door of the latrine and the ground, which is very wide. People can get out from under the door of the latrine."

The two suddenly felt fear.This kind of fear does not come from this ancient house and ghosts, but a clear truth.If, as I said not long ago, the kitchen is connected to the bedroom, and the bedroom is connected to the toilet-one can escape from this.Mute, she was killed by someone, and the criminal escaped!

But this person can't leave the village because the terrain is dangerous.In this way, this vicious person must still be in the village.

There are villains in the village.

Qian Qing became frightened.People are scarier than ghosts.

Qu Ze also thought of this, his face turned pale.Without saying a word, Ganqing and Quze almost ran out of the house.

The two left in a hurry, and when they got to the middle of the village, Qian Qing stopped and said, "Xiao Ze, go and tell them to come out."

If it were someone else, they would have to ask Qian Qing why he did this, but Qu Ze understood.She just hesitated: "There are villains in the village, they have been there since the time Mute was killed; but no one has seen them before, it must be that the villains are hiding and don't want to cause trouble, so why call everyone?"

"For the sake of safety. The origin of the villain is unknown, how do you know that he has no intention of harming others? Everyone can no longer sleep separately. You might as well rest in the hall."

After a while, everyone gathered in the hall, and only one oil lamp was lit on the table.

Hei Hei and Wu Bai spread the quilt on the ground, and Shui Yun fell asleep.Feng Jiuniang was sitting on a chair wrapped in thick clothes, thinking about something.

Ganqing looked at Feng Jiuniang, she didn't know what she was looking at, but she was quite pretty from such an angle.Her own skin is fair, and now it is even more paper-like.Stiffness, indifference, dryness can read these two words on her seemingly gentle face, but it is difficult to see other things.

The heart of a woman is unknown.

Gan Qing sneered, and at this moment, Feng Jiuniang's eyes shot into Qian Qing's face like a knife, causing him to hold back his smile.

Before long, Qianqing also became very tired.He and Wu Bai are at one end of the hall and all the women are at the other end, separated by a tent, and they all lie in their clothes.It's really not polite to share a room with a woman.Ganqing has received more etiquette than the people in Shanye Village, but he doesn't care about etiquette.Now that my life is in danger, I still have to consider etiquette?What a joke!

Qianqing shrank to the floor in a daze, but his body was hurt by the floor and it was difficult to fall asleep, so he asked Wu Bai in a low voice: "What's wrong with Mu Xu?"

When Wu Bai heard Mu Xu, his voice lowered a bit, and his drowsiness disappeared: "It's okay, life is very hard."

This little nerd talks sourly on weekdays, but when he mentions Mushu, he is happy like a child.Gan Qing liked him so much, so he asked in a low voice, "Do you like animals?"

Wu Bai nodded, brows beaming with joy: "I like it. I don't go out to read books on weekdays, and I also like to raise birds."

"Do you have carrier pigeons?"

Wu Bai shook his head: "You want to send a letter? The pigeon followed uncle and the others into the mountains. I don't have one here. You want to send it to Bianjing?"

Qianqing turned around: "Bianjing and his family, and a friend of mine. Although I don't know where he is at the moment."

"Your weirdo friend?"

Qianqing chuckled: "Have you ever heard of 'There are no weird things if there are weird people'?"

"How do you say that?"

"How do you say..." Gan Qing started to fight with his eyelids, and closed his eyes slightly, "If he was here, the matter in your village would be resolved in a few days. Others are strange, but if the strange thing is in his hands, it is not a strange thing gone."

Wu Bai snorted, "I'd like to ask for advice."

He was extremely sleepy, almost raving: "Ask for advice? Don't mess with him... Look at these things in your village, maybe you have to rely on that kind of person to solve them. The dumb death, the strange wound, The ghostly blue and white clothes...there are five brothers...and the old house, and the painting—"

At this point, I suddenly remembered something:

"...Everyone was shocked by the beauty of the woman in the painting. She was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her eyelashes were long and dense, and she was very beautiful. She was dressed luxuriously and wore a golden bracelet on her wrist. However, this painting It's not finished, it's mostly blank, and the lower part is damaged..."

Thinking of this, Gan Qing almost sat up suddenly, his eyes straightened, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

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