Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 7 Six Fingers (2)
Wang Chao just walked between the wooden bridge and thatched cottage, stopped and walked, and occasionally looked at Duanmu thatched cottage where there was no sound, and sighed heavily.

Wang Chao had been waiting at the gate of Duanmu thatched cottage for three days.

Three days ago, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu found Zhan Zhao who hadn't returned all night in Jinxiu Cloth Village.

Or it wasn't Zhan Zhao, it was just a crimson humanoid pupa.

Yes, it is a chrysalis.

Wrapped in a red cloth, it should be a person. His whole body is slightly warm, pressing down on what seems to be a human skin, listening intently, and breathing very softly.

Scattered beside him are Zhan Zhao's Juque and Huodezi.If the prediction is correct, the person here should be Zhan Zhao.

But, how to "release" Zhan Weiwei?
The cloth seemed to be glued to the skin, and I didn't know how to get rid of it. When I tried to cut the cloth with a knife, no matter how lightly the knife was cut or how little force was used, blood would immediately ooze out.

In desperation, he had no choice but to report back to Mr. Bao.

Bao Zheng's shock can be imagined, but everyone did not expect Bao Zheng's calmness.

"Go to Xihualiu and find Duanmucui."

Chao Chao responded, and within two steps, Bao Zheng stopped him: "If she doesn't come back, just wait for her there. Remember, don't enter Duanmu thatched cottage without permission."

Ma Han came over once during dinner and brought some food and wine for Wang Chao. When he asked about Zhan Wei, Ma Han shook his head dejectedly, his eyes blushing.

"I don't know what kind of enchantment Mr. Zhan fell into." Wang Chao felt sad, "I hope that what Mr. Bao said, Xihualiu can find a way."

At night, Ma Han went back to the mansion first, and Wang Chao was still walking between the wooden bridge and thatched hut. He was really tired, so he sat down by the bridge.

Duanmucui appeared at this time.

At that time, Wang Chao frowned and looked at the flowing water under the bridge in a daze. Suddenly, a person emerged from the water.

Duanmucui was carrying an iron pan, holding a spatula in one hand, and a kitchen knife in the other, with a few weeds on his head, and murmured: "Shuidun is indeed much faster..."

"Come... come... who is it?" Chao Chao's voice trembled, and his legs trembled more than his voice.

Duanmu Cui gave him a white look: "I should ask you this, right? What are you doing standing in front of my house?"

Wang Chao reacted: "Are you Duan... Duan... Duan... Duanmucui?"

Duanmucui's answer was quite entertaining.

"Yes, I am Duan... Duan... Duan... Duanmucui."

"Miss Duanmu, you have to save Lord Zhan." Chao Chao nearly burst into tears, and fell to his knees with a plop.

This time it was Duanmucui's turn to be dazed.

"That's it." Duanmucui heaved a sigh of relief after listening to Wang Chao's brief description of the matter, "You go back first, I will go to see him after I freshen up."

"Do you still need to wash up?" Wang Chao almost fainted.

Therefore, women can never distinguish between priorities and can't give big things to them.

Seeing Duanmucui's appearance of strolling in the courtyard with nothing to do with him, Wang Chao resented him.

Duanmucui quickly changed into clean clothes, and when she came out, she had one on her hand.

If you wear one, you have to bring another, and it’s not like inviting you to the lantern festival, Wang Chao couldn’t help but want to roll his eyes.

"You," Duanmucui pointed at Wang Dynasty, "take all the pots, knives and shovels I brought back."

Dynasty couldn't help it: "Why?"

"Because Zhan Zhao needs to make up for it." Duanmu Cui said seriously.

Wang Chao really wanted to retort loudly, don't think that Mr. Bao is clean, Kaifeng Mansion has nothing, we have a pot, two!

But for some reason, he didn't dare.

Even though he had made enough mental preparations, when he saw Zhan Zhao, Duanmucui still gasped.

"Zhan Zhao," Duanmu Cui murmured, "You will still be Zhan Zhao when I leave, and you will be a dumpling when I come back."

At that time, Gongsun Ce came in with a teacup, when he heard this, he staggered and almost spilled the tea.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu didn't dare to laugh, they had suffered from Duanmucui, and they didn't want to have any contact with pigsty, pig house or even pig products.

Wang Chao didn't smile either. On the way to Kaifeng Mansion with a spatula on his back, he suddenly realized that he had overlooked one thing.

That is: Duanmucui emerges from the water.It stands to reason that if Duanmucui dives into the water, only half of his body should be exposed. Why is it that when talking to him, the whole body seems to be stepping on the water?

The more I think about it, the colder it gets, and I keep silent like a chilling cicada.

Only Ma Han opened his mouth to laugh, looked at the serious faces on the left and right, and closed his mouth again.

"You, go to the ice cellar and cut a piece of ice for me." Duanmucui told Ma Han.

Looking back at Gongsun Ce, he said, "Please set up an urn in the courtyard, fill it with water, and boil the water in the middle of the night."

The ice was brought, and in the scorching heat, even running and running from the ice cellar to Zhan Zhao's bedroom, the ice still melted drippingly.

Duanmucui took the ice cube, took out the jasper knife inlaid with gold thread from his waist, held the knife in his hand, and moved it like flying.

Wang Chao and Ma Han couldn't see how Duanmucui used the knife at all, they only knew that where the blade passed, pieces of ice flew down, crystal clear and as thin as cicada's wings, and soon formed a small pile beside the bed, dazzling people's eyes , amazing.

"If Wang Er, who sells sliced ​​noodles on the East Street, can invite a capable person like Miss Duanmu..." Ma Han couldn't help but fantasize.

The last piece of ice fell lightly, ethereal like a dying ice butterfly.With a smile on Duanmu Cui's lips, she raised her left hand lightly and said in a low voice, "Get up."

It's strange to say that Zhan Zhao's body, ah no, is that human-shaped pupa, it seems to be lifted by something, slowly floating in the air.

At the same time, Wang Chao's legs were weak, Ma Han's eyes were straight, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu looked at each other in shock: No wonder Mr. Zhan always said that Duanmucui is not to be messed with. It seems that the survey of the pigsty is still light, and he has not been assigned for a lifetime Living in a pigsty is really lucky for three lives.

While rejoicing, Duanmucui stretched out her right hand, and slowly brushed over the piled up ice flakes.The icicles seemed to have a soul, following Duanmucui's gestures, they curled up and spread evenly around Zhan Zhao's body, and the pieces were tightly stitched together. On top of the red clothes, there was another layer of icy clothes, which looked like handmade pieces Paste it.

After a while, Duanmucui slapped lightly with both palms, and said in a low voice: "Enter." The layer of ice flakes soaked into the red clothes instantly, leaving no trace.

Duanmucui pointed to Zhan Zhao and said to everyone: "At midnight, when the water in the urn boils, put Zhan's guards in."

Put Zhanwei into... boiling water?
Letting go of the past, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu jumped up a long time ago. Now that they have seen Duanmucui's extraordinary skills, how dare they say "no" again?Frying and cooking but according to the order, pour oil and vinegar just open your mouth.Master Zhan, Brother Zhan, it's not about brothers being unjust, but the situation is not forgiving, so please be patient.

At three o'clock in the morning, a vat of water boiled to the boil, and the human-shaped chrysalis floated up and down in the boiling water, which shocked everyone in Dynasty Mahan.In the midst of panic, intermittent women's cries were suddenly heard, whimpering, like weeping and complaining, sometimes it was far outside the wall, and sometimes it was close to the ear, until everyone was terrified, and their hairs stood on end.

When Zheng Zhan was at a loss, there was a splash in the boiling water, and a group of black shadows came out of the water and rushed towards the high place.It was too late and then soon, Duanmu Cuiyi stood up and threw the brocade clothes over his arms, the black shadow was suddenly surrounded by the brocade clothes, and then fell heavily to the ground.

When you look closely, it's just an empty garment, but it's rolling over and over on the ground, struggling to the death, the sound of pain and groans can be heard endlessly, as if it's covering an invisible person.

Everyone's expression changed unconsciously.

Duanmucui sneered and said: "Nie Zhan, my Duanmucui's clothes are also what you wear casually."

Bao Zheng fell into a drowsy sleep and was woken up by Wang Chao.

"My lord, get up and try the case."

"Trying the case?" Bao Zheng was surprised, looked at the dynasty, and then at the dark outside the door, "What case is being tried?"

"The murder case of Jinxiu Cloth Village, the suspect has been caught."

"Is this true?" Bao Zheng's eyes were wide open, no sleepiness at all.

At the same time, Mr. Gongsun slept very restlessly.

On the one hand, he was worried about Zhan Zhao, on the other hand, he really wanted to know why Duanmucui set up the burning urn in the courtyard.

But Duanmucui only arranged for the four captains to be by his side, and declined Mr. Gongsun's request to stay behind.

"Sir, let's go back to the room and rest." Duanmucui said solemnly, "I don't want to save one and scare the other away."

Gongsun Ce was confused at the time, but after thinking about it later, he realized that Duanmucui was trying to say that he was timid.

What kind of words are you talking about? Gongsun Ce is very indignant, a girl, her words are not reserved at all.

At about three o'clock, Gongsun Ce was awakened by a knock on the door, and Ma Han shouted at the top of his voice, "Mr. Gongsun, wake up, your lord has been promoted."

Ascension?

How is that folk song sung?

"There is a Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng, who distinguishes traitors and loyalists with a stern face. Nanxia Zhanzhao comes to help, the wise man Gongsun writes his pen, the four major lieutenants line up on both sides, and three guillotines guard the surroundings. There is a bright day in the world, and the peace of the world looks at the blue sky."

It is said in the folk songs that it is "Daylight", what kind of fun is there for this black light?

Gongsun Ce walked all the way to the court in great perplexity, and heard Bao Zheng's voice before he got close.

"This government...has never tried such a prisoner."

"Once you're raw and you're familiar with it, you'll get used to it after a lot of interrogation." This voice sounded like Duanmucui's, and he would always stand and talk like this without pain in his back.

"There are laws and ghosts in the world, and evil spirits are causing trouble. It seems that Miss Duanmu should take care of it."

"That's true, but the sufferers are all from the mortal world. Li Songbai died, and Zhan Huwei almost became immortal. How can Master Bao not be the master for them?"

Hearing the words "Yuhua Dengxian", someone coughed heavily twice.

This person is... Zhanwei? !
Gongsun Ce rushed into the hall in three steps and two steps at a time. Sure enough, the one in blue with the huge queer hanging from his waist was not Zhan Zhao?
"Guard Zhan, are you okay?" Gongsun Ce was overjoyed.

"Yes, if you can't ascend to immortality, return to Kaifeng." Zhan Zhao deliberately told Duanmucui, but Duanmucui smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"I heard that the suspect has been brought to justice, I don't know..." Gongsun Ce looked around, but there was no one there.

"Oh, it's there." Duanmucui pointed casually, "This villain has evil intentions and almost took Zhan Zhao's life. I want him to suffer."

Why is it pointing to the roof?

Gongsun Ce raised his head unprepared.

Around the wide roof beams, smoke and dust loomed, and the robe that fell into the air was torn and floated in the darkness, like a huge ferocious bat with spread wings, and sometimes made a hoarse and mocking moan.

Mr. Gongsun didn't even hum, his body limp and fell down.

"Mr. Gongsun!" Zhan Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and supported Gongsun Ce's body.

Duanmucui made a grimace: "Gongsun Ce, I really didn't underestimate your courage."

When Gongsun Ce woke up again, the sky was bright, the sun was shining brightly, and the sun was just right.

What I saw last night was like a dream.

When they got out, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were playing chess in the courtyard. Gongsun Ce asked strangely, "Don't you need to investigate the case?"

"Investigate the case, the case of Jinxiu cloth village?" Zhang Long didn't raise his head, "The case was closed last night."

Conclude...close the case?
Such a complicated case, such a weird case, everything seems to have just begun, you tell me now, the case is closed?

Gongsun Ce's eyes widened.

"The case is closed." Zhao Hu said, "Li Songbai is not guilty of death. He bribed the robbers to kill Zheng Wanli, the original owner of Buzhuang. He set fire to the mistress Liu Ximei, and committed two lives. Now he is being ordered by Ling Xiaohong. It is also clear that the law of heaven is not good for retribution."

Kill?Which one is this?
Gongsun Ce suddenly felt that he was outdated. After only one night, what key plots did he miss?Why does it sound like falling into the clouds and fog, and it doesn't make sense?

Seeing that Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were concentrating on playing chess and ignored their plans, Gongsun Ce decided to go to Wang Chao and Ma Han to find out.

Wang Chao and Ma Han sat in the porter drinking tea, or chatting and drinking tea by the way.

"I heard that the Jinxiu cloth village case has been closed?" Gongsun Ce asked.

"It's over." Wang Chao looked at Ma Han with lingering fears in his heart, "Unexpectedly, on the day of the fire, Liu Ximei was so desperate that she jumped into the copper pot and iron furnace where the dyeing paste was boiled in the dyeing workshop, and was burned until her bones disappeared. Everyone shuddered."

"Li Songbai was reluctant to throw away those copper pots and iron stoves, and re-boiled some vermilion dye. The red color is already very fierce, and it also aroused Liu Ximei's resentment. It is destined to have this retribution."

"He only knows that the Lingxiao red cloth is rare, if he had known that Liu Ximei's hostility was attached to it, he would not have dared to use it."

"It's just that this case has been going on for more than 20 years, and Ling Xiao Hongyi has a spirit, why didn't he come out earlier to take revenge?"

"If he had come out earlier, Zheng Qiao'er hadn't grown up yet, so who would he give it to after taking back the Jinxiu Cloth Manor? Now that Mr. Bao has handed over the Jinxiu Cloth Manor to Zheng Qiaoer, isn't that fulfilling Liu Ximei's wish?"

"It's just that there is a grievance and a debtor. It's fine to kill Li Songbai. It's a big mistake to kill our big brother Zhan."

"Didn't you listen to what she said, you just want to find someone to take the place of the dead ghost, take away the body, and report your grievances to your lord."

"Master Zhan's trip is very dangerous. If it weren't for the butterfly protection gifted by Miss Duanmu, I am afraid that the spirit would have dispersed..."

The two started talking, talking to themselves, you talking to each other, completely ignoring Gongsun Ce.

What the hell is this story?Gongsun Ce was dumbfounded: Flesh body?Essence?Injustice?Resentment?Could it be the new Liyuan Opera in the city?

If he asked again, he still couldn't find any clues, so he went directly to Zhan Zhao.

Hey, Master Bao is here too.

"Zhan Huwei, after this catastrophe, your vitality has been seriously injured. Since Miss Duanmu asked you to rest more, you should rest at ease."

"This case is so weird, under what name is your lord going to close it?"

"Now it seems that we have no choice but to declare that Li Songbai was a guilty conscience and died of fright. As for the so-called six-finger pinch marks, let Wuzuo not publicize it. Jinxiu cloth village was originally the property of Zheng's family, and the judgment of cloth village to Zheng Qiao'er is considered to be Liu Ximei. Wish. Speaking of Liu Ximei, she is also a poor person. She has been a lonely ghost for nearly 20 years, and now she still suffers from this ghostly dress..."

"Miss Duanmu was angry that Liu Ximei almost hurt her subordinate's life, so she was punished with the Peach Ghost Clothes..."

Why is the conversation between Mr. Bao and Zhan Wei so inexplicable?

Lord Bao gave Zhan Zhao a few more instructions before leaving. Gongsun Ce hurriedly asked Zhan Zhao, "What kind of ghost clothes? What punishment for ghost clothes?"

Zhan Zhao smiled: "It's the dress brought by Miss Duanmu. I heard it's made of owl peach. Peach is the essence of five trees. Owl peach never falls from a tree. It is responsible for killing all ghosts. This owl peach ghost clothes, That's enough for Liu Ximei..."

Gongsun Ce half understood: "Where is Miss Duanmu? It's more convenient for me to ask her."

"Are you looking for Miss Duanmu? She's in the kitchen, and she said she's going to cook some nutritious meals..."

Before approaching the kitchen, I saw the kitchen staff and the cooker sitting on stone benches in the backyard.When asked, the chef in charge rolled his eyes: "Kicked us all out, I don't know what to do here alone, I'm not bragging, I haven't seen any secret dishes, are you afraid that I will steal the teacher? Really..."

The chef in charge of the spoon kept nagging, and Gongsun Ce had already arrived at the door of the kitchen.Usually, the door is always wide open when cooking and cooking, but in Duanmucui, the doors are closed and the windows are closed. Those who know are cooking, but those who don't know think it's treason behind closed doors.

Gongsun Ce raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Miss Duanmu..."

Duanmucui came rather quickly, and only gently opened the door halfway: "It's Mr. Gongsun, what's the matter?"

"Yes...something...that...Jinxiu Cloth...Liu Ximei...what's going on...?"

In just one sentence, Gongsun Ce spoke with difficulty. After speaking, his back felt cold, his legs trembled, and his lips could not help but change color.

Gongsun Ce has noticed something different.

The cook said that Duanmucui was the only one left in the kitchen, and Duanmucui was talking to him by the door, so who was in the room holding a kitchen knife and chopping the chopping board so loudly?Who is tossing and frying in the iron pan with a spatula in hand?Who poured the boiling oil into the pot, stirring up the oily gas?Who made the dishes ping-pong?
"What's the matter?" Duanmu Cui smiled sweetly, making Gongsun Ce's hair stand on end.

"No...it's really all right, Miss Duanmu has worked hard."

Gongsun Ce couldn't express his meaning, he spoke incoherently, laughed stiffly twice, and seemed to run away.

Duanmucui shrugged, closed the door again, turned her head to look at the kitchen knife rising and falling on the chopping board, and at the spatula that was too busy to rest for a moment.

In order to replenish Zhan Zhao's vitality, Yi Ya, I have really worked hard on you this time.

(End of this chapter)