Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 100 First Arrival at Xishan
Wang Heng thought about it again and again and said: "Brother Yuntai has entrusted me with a lot of support. When the sun comes and he has not come back, I have to go to Xishan Island to see the situation. It is a one-day round trip to Dongting Xishan Mountain and I can go there alone. There is a holiday in school, and the young talents also have a few days off. Ah Xian comes here once in a while to accompany me around."

Wang Cai felt a little sorry and said, "Xishan Island is a strange place. Can we go alone?"

Wang Heng said with a smile: "It's okay to know. As Brother Yuntai said, Xishan Island is a lively town, not an isolated place. Let's go our separate ways. Maybe after the holiday, I can get Brother Yuntai back." Now that you are here, you will also solve the Longxing fake painting case, wouldn’t you get the best of both worlds?”

In this way, Zhuge Xian and Wang Cai were gearing up and immediately began to analyze the fake painting case.

Wang Heng was afraid that he would have to travel early tomorrow morning, so he tasted fragrant tea and said goodbye first. There were many guest houses in the Zhejiang Guild Hall, so Wang Cai stayed here.

Returning to the academy, I first asked the doorman of the dining room if Mr. Huang from Room B had ever appeared. The doorman was sure that he had not seen him for several days.

Then I went to the herringbone room B. The windows were dark without any firelight. The door was closed tightly. I flicked the door knocker and my hands were covered with dust.It does look like the door hasn't been opened for several days. Brother Yuntai, maybe something happened.

I felt restless all night and got up very early the next day.

In order to make it easier to go out and walk, I changed into a new and old Lianqing family silk cotton robe. At dawn, I left the corner gate of the academy and rushed to the Wannian Bridge ferry.

The last time I saw someone off, I just felt like time flew by so fast. Today I paid [-] cents for the ship fare and boarded the passenger ship bound for Xishan Island in Dongting, but I had to wait for a long time.

There were very few people on the boat. Some of the few guests were sitting in the cabin, and some were on the deck looking around. Wang Heng took a look at the scenery around Xujiang before the boat slowly sailed away.

Wang Heng didn't bring any luggage, and he had a silk robe hanging with him. He remembered Huang Yuntai said that to rescue him, he had to spend the money of an official's son.

There was some scattered silver in the bag, and the most important thing was a gift box in it. The gift box contained a greeting card he brought from Taicang. It was a greeting card from his uncle's father's house. He had never seen it since he arrived in Suzhou City. used.

The boat gradually left the city. After more than half an hour, it stopped at Xukou. After picking up two or three guests on the boat, it sailed into Taihu Lake.

I saw the wind and smoke were all clear, the Tianshan Mountains were all the same color, white sails were dotted, and sandbirds were circling, and I suddenly felt that my mind was broadened.

At the end of the afternoon, the passenger ship arrived at the Dongting Xishan dock.

When we got off the boat, the sky began to change, and it was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

Wang Heng deeply regretted not thinking carefully when he went out and not bringing rain gear.

The port is very lively, with grandmothers holding baskets selling spiced tofu, dried tea leaves, old men carrying burdens selling various dried and fresh fruits, and several groups of bearers waiting under the bamboo sheds to wait for business. Grass.

Seeing such a scene, Wang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. Just as Brother Yuntai said, Xishan Island is a prosperous and prosperous town. He laughed secretly. It turned out that he was still slightly afraid of working alone.

The problem that arose before him was unexpected. As soon as he stopped at the ferry, various people came to do business. Wang Heng found that he couldn't understand the language with them.

I usually speak Nanjing Mandarin in the academy, and occasionally when I go to the market, I can hear a lot of Suzhou city slang. I also think that my language talent is good. Unexpectedly, the Xishan dialect is so different from the Suzhou city dialect. Ten sentences There are seven or eight sentences in it that I don’t understand.

Wang Heng looked at the sky and decided that it would be prudent to hire an ox cart. He gestured with the old man driving the ox cart for a long time, "Wanhuzhuang, go up the mountain from Hancunwu, and reach the mountainside of Piaomiao Peak."

The old man seemed to understand, and simply repeated "Wanhuzhuang," making two "tens" with his hand gestures. Wang Heng guessed that he wanted twenty cash for the fare, so he took out ten cash and gave it to him, pointed to the road ahead, and said: "When we get to Wanhu Village, I'll give you another ten cents." The old man nodded, seeming to understand.

As the bullock cart was about to set off, drizzle began to fall from the sky.A shed made of straw was built above the bullock cart, which was just right to keep out the rain. It was no joke to be soaked in the rain during the severe winter.

Although the official road was relatively smooth and the oxcart was not bumpy along the way, Wang Heng was still shaken to his core.

The winter days are short and it is raining again. The ox cart has been driving for about an hour. It is just the end of the afternoon, and the sky and the earth are already dark.

The ox cart gradually entered the foot of the mountain. The terrain was slightly undulating, and it was still possible to move along the mountain trails.

After a few more steps, a town suddenly opened up before our eyes. It looked like a blue brick house with four or five shops facing the street. It was late at the moment and the rows of doors were closed. It was expected to be a lively place during the day.

Wang Heng noticed that there was a boundary monument beside the road. Although the stone carving was clumsy, the font was very neat. It read two big characters, Hancun. It turned out that he had walked more than half of the road and reached Hancun.

The oxcart crossed the stone road in Han Village. The road became bumpy in the mud, and the sky was completely dark. The old man driving the car seemed to be used to such a dark night, and he didn't say anything as the car moved forward steadily.

As we turned along the road, a glimmer of light appeared in front of us. As we got closer, there seemed to be a faint smoke drifting over.

Wang Heng looked intently, and there seemed to be two or three black shadows floating around in the trees on the roadside ahead, making a "creeping" sound.

The bullock cart gradually approached the light, and the sound of "dong dong dong dong" sounded. The old man driving the cart had his back straight, obviously very nervous.After walking for another ten feet, the old man looked toward the light, seemingly shocked, and shouted "Help" involuntarily.

Although he couldn't understand the language, Wang Heng generally understood.

The old man jumped out of the bullock cart in panic, took the old bull by its horns, turned around and started to drive back.

Wang Heng got out of the car in a hurry and shouted that he was not there yet.

While shouting at the cow, the old man looked back at Wang Heng, made forward and then turn gestures with his hands, and spoke hurriedly.

Wang Hengdu's general idea was that Wanhuzhuang was not far away, so he just had to make another turn forward.

The old man didn't even look back on the road, and he even forgot to ask for the remaining ten cents. Wang Heng secretly thought, who said rural farmers are simple and honest? No one can do it if they are left in the dark on the way.

Fortunately, the drizzle did not get heavier and there was still a glimmer of light ahead.

Wang Heng carried his robe on his back and took two steps forward. Suddenly he saw dots of green light on the ground. He stared carefully and found out, surprisingly, there were corpses and remains on the ground, and the black shadows he had seen before suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

Wang Heng felt that his hair was trembling, and his hair was standing on end. The shadows in the dark night were so terrifying that he wanted to shout, but was too scared to scream.

At this time, the old man driving the car had long disappeared, so he had no choice but to rush forward.Then he gritted his teeth, his heart tightened, and he ran forward quickly without looking at the terrible scene on the ground.There seemed to be a different sound coming from behind. After a while, after running an arrow's distance, there was silence behind him.

　Thank you Shi Gan for your monthly ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)