Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

"Did you... have you heard anything?

Xiangquan's voice was deep and low, as if he had seen a ghost suddenly, and there was a trace of panic in his words.Gan Qing took a panoramic view of his demeanor, and was even more panicked than him immediately.

"Me? Hear what? Don't scare people here!"

Qianqing glanced at the surrounding scenery with his corner of the eye, but saw that everything around him was as usual.

Xiangquan has always been calm. Even if this world becomes a melting pot where everything is burned, Yi Xiangquan will be the only piece of ice that will not melt for a thousand years. It is cold and hard, but it will become the last life-saving straw in this world.

This so calm person changed his expression in vain. Of course, a big event is about to come.

Xiang Quan didn't speak, but continued to raise his hand and lightly ring the bell.

The ringing of the bell was incomparably abrupt, floating gently in the night, making the cold night extraordinarily pervasive.The sound of the wind, the lights and the shadows of the trees shaking randomly constitute a strange painting.

In this situation, Qianqing felt a chill in the back of his head, as if there was a sneaky touch.He didn't dare to breathe, just listened with his breath held.

Silence, still silence.Nothing changes.

Gan Qing was so frightened that he shouted in a low voice, extremely annoyed: "You are standing here like a log, what ghost bells are you still ringing, and what kind of tricks are you doing?"

Xiang Quan's face was bloodless, he quickly put away the bell, and answered an unbelievable sentence.

"You were right when you mentioned weaknesses. Everyone has weaknesses. This bell was given by a girl a few years ago. It's the hardest thing to bear from a beauty."

Xiangquan said this to Qianqing, but his eyes shifted.

Xiangquan looked around carefully.

But what is he looking at?

Gan Qing was taken aback, and just about to say "what are you talking nonsense", Xiang Quan didn't give him any room to speak, and hurriedly said: "Forget it, we'll talk about it another day, you go home quickly. What time is it? I'm afraid your mother will be in a hurry. I'll go back to the inn after I've inspected the next block. See you later."

After all, Xiang Quan seemed to hesitate for a moment, and took a clear look.

With just one glance, Ganqing actually shuddered—this was not an ordinary glance, but a meaningful gaze.In the eyes are searches, pleas, sharp decisions, and endless words.

Xiang Quan glanced at him, then turned and left in a hurry without saying a word.He didn't light the lamp, but fortunately there was a faint light on this long street, and the dark shadow of Xiangquan was dragged for a long, long time.A golden bell was hung by his waist, jingling, echoing in the silent street.

Qianqing was stunned at first, then turned and left suspiciously.He moved very slowly, and the long street was lonely, leaving him alone to think.

This series of transformations is too fast.

Clearly, Xiangquan should have turned left to borrow lamp oil, or went straight to Xunjie, but...Xiangquan turned right.

Turn right and you will circle back to where you came from.

There is also that bell, such a new thing, exquisite but cheap, most likely it is a cat calling bell bought from the market yesterday.

What girl sent it, it's pure nonsense.

Call the cat bell, the sound is thin and clear, but the cat can hear it clearly.If you are well trained, you will come obediently when you hear it.

Qianqing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, could it be because of Chuuxue?Xiangquan called the cat, but the cat shouldn't... Did something happen to Fuuxue?

But Xiangquan's expression was too weird, as if he saw a ghost.

At this moment, the alley was quiet, the sound of Xiangquan's footsteps was far away, and the sound of the bell could not be heard.Make a clean turn and step onto the next street.

He suddenly had an idea.

Yi Xiangquan put Fuxue nearby on purpose to keep watch.Blowing snow is sensitive, and it is definitely not a bad thing to take it with you when patrolling the streets.

Why didn't Xiangquan tell the truth?After thinking about it, if a person wants to tell a lie, besides deception, there is another possibility, that is, the person concerned has to lie due to some kind of environmental pressure.

Environmental pressure... But what's wrong tonight?

The road ahead was pitch black, and the cold wind was howling, barely permeating people.

Why no one?Where are the guards?

Ganqing suddenly became sober - after walking for several streets, he didn't see a single guard.

He dodged around the corner, hid in a small shed by the street in the dark, and squatted down nimbly.He was supposed to take a short cut home through the grove, and now he was hiding here, in such darkness that no one seemed to notice.

Everything was silent.Gan Qing just nestled in the corner with chills all over his body, his eyes wide open.

Just now, dark clouds hazy the moon, like a thick layer of huge black veil.Now the dark clouds have faded away, revealing the bright moon.The strong wind reflected the moon, it was chilling to the bone, and the moonlight was like water, pouring down but chilling people's hearts.

The moonlight shone on Qianqing's face, which looked abnormally pale.

Qianqing's eyesight is excellent, even though the faint lights on the side of the street seemed to be blown out and kept flickering, he could still see the whole street clearly through the moonlight.

Why is Ganqing squatting here?

At this time, he already understood the cause and effect of this matter.All kinds of weird things tonight are by no means accidental.

Fuxue's vision and hearing were extremely sensitive, Xiang Quan put it around, and if anyone was suspicious, he would immediately call out.However, the Xiangquan called Chuuxue, it shouldn't, it must have encountered bad people.

Someone transferred the guards, someone put Fubuki down, and someone followed them all the way.

Who is it?

Xiang Quan didn't want Gan Qing to get involved in danger, so he lied and asked Gan Qing to go back, and he would kill the carbine himself to see who was following them.

Qianqing waited here—waiting for Xiangquan to turn back from the street.

Thinking about it dryly, he felt his throat tighten.He wanted to know the facts, maybe Xiangquan needed his help.

At that time, if there is a back and forth attack, that turtle grandson will never want to escape.

Ganqing felt numb in his hands and feet, his whole body was stiff, he dared not breathe, and stared closely at his surroundings.There was no one around, and for some reason, the gust of wind stopped suddenly, leaving only a trace of chill.

There were no cicadas around, and Qian Qing couldn't even hear his own breathing.

This area is full of small wooden shops, which are very strong, and the whole street is full of them.During the day, hawkers will sell some melons and fruits to eat here, and they will not collect them in the middle of the night.There are several big bamboo baskets next to Qianqing for shelter. He thinks it is safe to hide here.

The night was very quiet, but at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of breathing, which was faint but even.But it wasn't his own breathing!

The sound of breathing came from far and near, accompanied by the slight sound of stepping on wooden boards.Creak creak, as if someone came tiptoeing from a distance.

Qianqing didn't move, but felt as if there was dust falling in front of him.He raised his head slowly and stiffly, looking at the top of the old wooden shed.The roof of the shed is a solid but worn-out wooden plank. The long gaps in the plank are slightly shiny, and they hit the dry and pale face, forming a bright straight line.

Ganqing stared at the gap, and suddenly, a black shadow passed by, and the light was suddenly blocked.The moment the light was blocked, Qianqing felt his heart pounding, about to jump out of his throat, and his whole body suddenly petrified.

The dust flew down again, and he narrowed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he heard the breathing sound getting heavier and heavier, as if it was right next to his ear.But the boards could no longer see through the light.

There was someone on the roof.

This person is right on top of his head!

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