Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

"Inner ghost? What inner ghost?"

Xiang Quan just said softly: "Perhaps the strange bandit in green has already sneaked into the Yongcheng government office."

"Why, there are so many guards—"

"The more guards there are, the more accidents are likely to happen." Xiang Quan was a little impatient, "He pretended to be a guard and sneaked into the yamen, can you find out?"

Qian Qing was speechless, and Xiang Quan ignored him.

The two walked forward sullenly.

It seems to be raining tonight, and the air smells damp.The wind hummed, rolling up the broken dead leaves, bringing a bit of coolness, and the colorful cloth signboards on the street were also swaying in the wind.Perhaps autumn in Yongcheng is finally coming, and the cicadas seem to disappear from this world without a trace.

The moonlight is still bright, but it seems that dark clouds are coming and will cover the moon.

Tonight, Qianqing felt a sense of ominousness.

Occasionally, street lamps can be seen on the street, glowing with lights, which is very scary.It is inappropriate to hang street lamps on windy days, but there are ways to resist the wind, and a good windshield will play a role at this moment.

Xiang Quan walked quickly ahead without saying a word, holding a lamp in his hand, swaying in the wind.Turn around a few streets in order to check the guard situation.

Tomorrow, the Tsing Yi Bandit will arrive.

But along the way, the first two streets of the Yongcheng government office are okay, the further you go, the more irregular the guards are, and some alleys are not even guarded.

Xiangquan planned to finish his street patrol and go back to report this strange incident.

Qianqing is willing to be a follower today, because he has questions to ask.

"Did you really mix the real thing in?"

"Really. You saw it too."

"You can't tell either?"

"It was made in a five-day rush, and the workmanship is not exquisite. If a layman wants to look closely, he can see it."

"Then what's the point of your move?" Gan Qing shouted loudly.

Xiang Quan turned his head, with a feeling of boredom: "So what? Stealing is difficult in itself, and it is even more difficult to steal two. Fortunately, it is chopsticks. If it is replaced by a tripod—"

"Yes, it's a tripod instead," Gan Qing said with dissatisfaction, but he spoke clearly, gnashing his teeth in hatred, "The strange thief in Tsing Yi can steal the bronze tripod of Qizhou Prefecture. It's so huge, but it doesn't matter if you steal it." Effortless. Did it ever occur to you that you made so many fakes that he could...steal them all."

In the lonely alleyway, the cold wind suddenly blows, and the rain clouds have quietly covered the moon.

The moonlight disappears, and the lantern reflects Xiangquan's handsome face, with no expression of joy, anger, sorrow or joy on his face.

"According to you, he stole all [-] roots, and went back to find a place to slowly identify, there must be one that is real?"

"It's [-]." Gan Qing interjected, staring at Xiang Quan's rebuttal.

"The whole tripod can be stolen, but the chopsticks can't be. At that time, the guard will be in the backyard of Yongcheng government office. Ten thousand of them will be lined up, which can fill the entire yard. How to steal them? Sweep them together and pack them up and take them away?"

"Will he mark it in advance?"

"No. The guards are strict, and the stranger is not even close to the bone, how to mark it? The workshop rushed to make it secretly overnight, yes, thanks to the money from your Xia family."

Xiang Quan continued to walk forward with a mocking look.Ganqing knew that Xiangquan had only three expressions - smiling, impatient, and expressionless.

There are also different types of laughter, and what is hanging on his ice cube face now is ridicule.

Qianqing is rarely laughed at by others, but he is helpless when he is angry.

"What about the material? Will the material be different? For example, the real product sinks in water, while the fake one floats up?"

Xiangquan paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to have no confidence.

"I tried it myself, put it in the water, and it all sank."

"Will fakes be safe from fire?"

"Everything is afraid of fire but gold. Both turn to ashes."

"Will the burning smell be different?"

"They're all made of bone, and they smell the same."

"What about the color?"

"It won't fade."

"Will the Tsing Yi Pirate set up a trap for you to find the real thing, and then he will snatch it away?"

"I don't know which is true."

"Is there really no other way but to look closely?"

"There is no other way."

Seeing Xiangquan's answer like this, Ganqing was already very angry. He should give up after asking so many questions in a row.

"I also know that you are worried about my actions, but how do you steal it? It is really difficult for him to pick out the two chopsticks completely correctly under the watchful eyes of the public; then, under the supervision of a group of excellent guards, the things went smoothly. Take him away; you will have to avoid searches in the city for a few days, and finally find a way to get out of the city."

Dry and speechless.

It is impossible for the strange thief in Tsing Yi to steal the rhinoceros, unless he kills all the people in the yamen.

"So, how long does it take to look closely at the distinction?"

Xiang Quan did the math: "Ten thousand... three or four hours."

Gan Qing thought for a while, and counted from stealing since Xu time, even if the Tsing Yi thief hid in the room and looked at each one carefully, after reading all of them, it was dawn.

Thinking of this, Qian Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiangquan took out the shade from the lamp, glanced at the lamp oil in it, and felt a little worried.

"I'm afraid the fire is going to burn out. I was negligent and didn't get more lamp oil. It's just that the road is not over yet. I'll go back and get it, and then I will patrol."

Qian Qing said: "Going straight to the north is going to the next street, but if you want lamp oil, you can also go to Mr. Shangxing's medical center not far west."

"Can the medical center open at midnight?"

"On. Mr. Shangxing waited all night for a doctor, and you can borrow a lantern. Now, you can blow it out. There is no street light at the next corner, and it is even darker. Light it up at that time."

Xiangquan's white clothes are so obvious at night, and the sleeves of the clothes flutter in the wind, like a fairy entering the world, with a taste of being out of the world.Thinking of this, Gan Qing couldn't help but chuckle.If there is such a strange fairy like him, it must be another wonder in heaven.

Suddenly, a stray cat's cry came from afar.

Qianqing shivered in fright.

That suddenly made a voice, and the cry was unusually loud.The cat meowed strangely, it was obviously past the season of estrus.

At this time, in order to save some lamp oil, Xiangquan turned off the lights, and a wisp of green smoke rose rapidly, which was strange but beautiful, as if it was about to stretch its beautiful shape, with a strange shape, and then a strong wind came and dissipated immediately.

The wind blows the blue and yellow ginkgo trees on the street. The wind only makes a sound when it blows on the leaves. The rustling sound will always arouse people's endless associations, like a whisper.

Ganqing felt a chill down his spine, wanted to go home, but there was no light, so he couldn't help complaining.

"You even forgot the lights! Are you so confident about the guards that you won't make mistakes?"

"It may be that the climate is not acclimatized or there is too little rest. These days, I always feel dizzy and can't lift my spirits."

It was only then that Gan Qing realized that Xiang Quan's complexion was extremely bad, and there was a slight bruise under his eye sockets.

Xiangquan sighed, "I just fell asleep last night, and Chuuxue yelled in the middle of the night and scratched me."

He raised his arm, and there were three deep bloodstains on it.Gan Qing glanced at the three bloodstains, the scars had scabbed over, and thought that Chuuxue's claws would be too harsh.

Gan Qing sneered: "What's the use of keeping a cat? That thing doesn't know how to come home, and it scratches you."

"A cat's sense of sight, hearing, and smell are thousands of times better than that of a human. If it is domesticated, wouldn't it be much better than a human?" Xiangquan looked at him contemptuously, "Chuuxue is much better than you."

Qianqing doesn't want to argue, just wants to go home.

"That girl Gu Yu looked at the almanac this morning and said it's not good to go out."

Xiangquan sneered, knowing in his heart that Qianqing was timid: "Are you scared?"

"Pooh!"

Qianqing cursed, a little angry, and wanted to shake his sleeves and leave.Rather than being ridiculed by Yi Xiangquan here, it's better to go back in the dark!

"You go to patrol your ghost street—"

Qian Qing hadn't finished speaking, but saw Xiang Quan froze suddenly.

"You, what's wrong with you!"

Without saying a word, Xiangquan took out an object from his bosom.

It's a golden bell.

He picked up the red rope, the bell swayed with the wind, and there was a tinkle, the sound was clear and long-lasting.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent night, long but hair-raising.

Gan Qing didn't know whether it was cold, frightened, or angry, but he kept trembling all over.

"Don't pretend to be—"

Ganqing swallowed half of his words.

I saw that Xiang Quan's face suddenly turned pale.

The author has something to say: I don’t know that the chapter was swallowed by Mao == Jinjiang is really pumping, I can say...forget it

But the last chapter didn't have any discordant content!I was puzzled, Yi Xiangquan took a few glances at Mr. Zhao, and then blocked me......

Jinjiang’s article is fine if no one reads it, and it’s sealed for me

☆、How to delete this chapter...

At this moment, Xiang Quan raised his head and glanced at Mr. Zhao, but that glance swept from head to toe without missing any details.Xiang Quan first looked at Mr. Zhao's hair and official hat, and seemed surprised.Immediately afterwards, he shifted his gaze to the exquisite jade pendant on Mr. Zhao's waist. Xiang Quan scanned the skirt, inner shirt, and finger rings one by one.

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