Chapter 19 On the first day of the new year, keep away from strangers
The sky is getting dark, and the lights in Yanliang Town are gradually extinguished.
Although the curfew has been lifted in the Yamen, the case of body stripping still makes the public still fearful, and rumors that may be true or false are fermenting.
Bai Haibo hasn't fallen asleep yet, sorting out the martial arts gym's expenses for the past year.
Suddenly.
There was a knock on the door.
"Shen Lian? Isn't that right? He just came here during the day."
Bai Haibo was a little frightened. After all, Xicheng District had just experienced a demon insurrection.
Before he could react, Bai Jinbao had already walked towards the door. The person knocking outside seemed to hear footsteps, and the movement stopped suddenly.
“What the hell!”
Bai Haibo's hair stood on end as he crossed the door in two or three steps.
"Jinbao, don't..."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Jinbao had already lifted the wooden bolt.
A gust of wind blew by, and the door opened to both sides.
Outside the martial arts hall is deep and boundless darkness.
You can vaguely see a man standing blankly not far away.
“Dad.”
Bai Jinbao turned pale with fright and called Bai Haibo.
"Don't be afraid."
Bai Haibo's chest rose and fell violently, and he quickly used his strength to pull the child over. The right hand behind his back was already gathering punches.
Even if he understands that if it really is a monster, a warrior can only hit it with an egg against a stone.
"It must be a drunkard passing by. Let's retreat to the back room and be sure not to disturb others."
Bai Haibo covered Bai Jinbao's eyes.
Children have weak Qi and blood, and resentment may enter their bodies just by looking at a demon for a moment.
Bai Haibo looked cautious and glanced at the man with his peripheral vision. The latter's face was blurry.
The man was very tall, with his arms reaching his knees.
Bai Haibo noticed that the dress was similar to that of the messenger who delivered the letter.
Yi Chai is subordinate to the Yamen.
Unless it is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, the post offices in the town are relatively limited. Bai Haibo has never seen such a large number of post offices.
Yi Chao moved stiffly, and also walked away from the martial arts hall step by step, disappearing into the night.
In a moment, there was no trace.
Bai Haibo didn't know why, so Bai Jinbao glanced through his fingers: "Dad, there is a letter in front of the door. Is it from him?"
"You...don't move."
The letter was stuffed into the gap between the wall bricks, the paper was brand new, and then I looked at it in the moonlight.
The cover clearly says, [Sent from Gaojiazhen, received by husband Bai Haibo].
Bai Haibo's pupils narrowed.
Husband?
Bai Haibo's late wife died unexpectedly seven years ago. It was claimed to be drowning, but in fact it was just to let the latter die in a dignified manner.
She did die of illness in Gaojia Town at that time.
Bai Haibo clearly remembers his late wife’s extremely strange and stubborn illness.
In just seven days, he was so thin that he was reduced to skin and bones. Even if he called a doctor to visit him, it would not help. When he died, he did not even have half a kilogram of flesh.
Bai Haibo has always been obsessed with finding out the cause of his late wife's death.
Even if the devil does it, it must be made clear.
Bai Haibo later buried his deceased wife and simply settled in the nearby Yanliang Town. He would also deliberately go to Gaojia Town to pay homage to her every Qingming Festival.
"How long has it been, why can't we let her rest in peace..."
Bai Haibo was on pins and needles, the letter was definitely not from his late wife.
At this time, dense footsteps came, and a large number of government officials holding torches surrounded the martial arts hall.
The government officials were silent and were already searching around the courtyard wall. Many of them still had injuries from the encirclement and suppression of Painted Skin Ghost.
Bai Haibo recognized the leading old catcher.
"Hong Captou, that person...that letter...what is it?" Hong An made a silent gesture, and then the officer parted ways. Zhu Yihong solemnly came to the door of the martial arts school and picked up the envelope. .
"No rumors are allowed, the yamen will be responsible for handling it."
After Zhu Yihong said that, he turned and left. Hong An couldn't help but follow closely, leaving a few yamen servants alone to go about their routine and clear up any possible grievances. .
Bai Haibo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Yamen intervene.
As soon as Zhu Yihong walked out of the alley, Hong An couldn't help but asked softly: "Sir, tonight is already the forty-fifth letter, and the source is all in Gaojia Town, isn't it..."
"Yes, the postman should not be alive."
Zhu Yihong opened the letter, and there was only a short sentence in it.
【Don’t think about it, I will go home on the fourth day of the new year. 】
"Huh."
"Captain Hong, I have a favor for you. Let all the government officials work in groups of ten. No letters can be hidden in the dark places of the town. I will contact you as soon as possible. Supported by the rest of the Jinwu Guards.”
Zhu Yihong pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. The Painted Skin Ghost's troubles had just ended when another trouble spread in Gaojia Town.
The signers of all the letters have in common that they died in Gaojia Town within ten years.
And the content in the letter is highly consistent.
It’s just that the time of returning home is different, from the first day of the lunar month to the ninth day of the lunar month.
“The envelope is most likely a medium that guides demons and ghosts to come. As for the difference in time of return home, 80% of it represents the depth of Taoism.”
Fortunately, there are still 23 days before the New Year, so you can prepare in advance.
It’s just that the imperial court probably doesn’t have many free Jinwu guards to handle the [Soul Summoning Case].
………
Pawn shop.
Shen Lian took the letter from Mr. Wang and saw that the handwriting was indeed that of Shen Hansheng.
"Dang Ding heard the knock on the door at the young master's house, but after opening the door, the postman who delivered the message was no longer near the store."
Mr. Wang did not suspect too much. Most of the postmen were taciturn, and maybe Being away from home all year round, they tend to be more cautious.
Shen Lian took out the paper.
[Don’t miss it, go home on the 39th day of the lunar month]
“The 39th day of the lunar month? There is no such thing as the 39th day of the lunar month.”
Could it be that Shen Hansheng was not sure when he would come back after the new year, so he just casually entered the thirty-ninth day of the new year? Old Man Shen insists on being a riddler.
Shen Lian looked out the window and saw a few more snowflakes falling.
After the heavy rain in the past few days, the water on the ground has frozen, and there are many official mountain roads, which are not suitable for horse-drawn carriages, and it is easy to accidentally fall off the cliff.
Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's okay, the pawn business is not urgent."
"Yes."
Shen Lian put away the letter and used his habitual insight.
[Shen Hansheng’s family letter was successfully identified, Jiuer Chao Feng experience +1.65%]
[Shen Hansheng’s family letter]
[Written by Shen Hansheng, ink and paper taken from Gao The shop at No. 13 Yongcui Street in his home town expresses Shen Hansheng’s thoughts of returning home. 】
Shen Lian took a breath.
How can an ordinary letter from home provide such rich experience?
The way to gain experience in the career panel was increasingly confusing to him. No matter how deeply he studied it, there was no pattern at all.
"But just a reminder to me, no matter what the object is in the future, it must be appraised, otherwise the Nine-Er Chao will be promoted in the Year of the Monkey, Horse and Moon."
Shen Lian did not pay attention to the letter, but the starling outside the window said: There are bursts of cries.
More than a dozen government officials passed by the pawn shop.
Hong An noticed a letter on He Feng Street through the compass, a magical instrument, but as he approached, the resentment contained in the letter disappeared.
He suddenly remembered the rumors about the thousand-year-old demon in the yamen, and couldn't help but shudder.
"The scope covered by the compass is limited. Someone should be traveling with a letter. Besides, it is unrealistic for a thousand-year-old demon to be involved in the soul summoning case."
The cry of the myna echoed in the alleys.
Hong An subconsciously looked at the pawn shop. Shen Lian was standing at the window with his back turned.
The candle flickered.
The back is stretched extremely long.
(End of this chapter)