The night is deep black.
The lights of thousands of houses gradually went out, and the human world was silent.
Lao Shaotou is the old servant of the Feng family. He has been in the Feng family longer than Miss Feng San, because his head is bigger than ordinary people. He had such a nickname a long time ago. His original surname, Old Onion, has a good temper and doesn't resist. Every time he is happy and free to be called, sometimes he responds.
This day is the night of the old onion. As usual, he carried the kerosene lamp in the middle of the night, ready to go around the Feng's house to see who's doors and windows were not closed properly, and whether there were thieves outside.
Although Miss Feng San was away, Minister Feng and the others came back to live temporarily, which did not affect Old Onion's daily work.
In the hot summer days, the sudden rain in the past two days has actually cooled the weather. Old Onion is wearing a long-sleeved shirt all the year round, which does not hinder him. He came out of the back door and walked slowly around the wall.
This road has been traveled a thousand and eight hundred times. He has long been familiar with it, and he will not get lost if he closes his eyes. He watched the Feng family move into this place. The place has gradually become lonely, and the time has grown like his age, and the appearance of the place has gradually become old. The walls are covered with moss, and the smell of decay can still be faintly smelled.
Old Onion felt a little regretful. He still liked the brand-new and bright Feng Mansion before, but this was not something he could call the shots. Every plant and tree belonged to the master of the Feng family, and he was just an accessory of the Feng family.
The night was so quiet that even the cicadas could not be heard after the rain.
The old onion suddenly stopped.
He rubbed his eyes, as if he saw someone walking by in front of him just now, a white shadow that was particularly conspicuous at night.
Maybe it's old eyes, he thought.
The next moment, the white shadow appeared in sight again, standing outside the iron gate at the gate.
Old Onion's heart twitched, and he almost fainted. He took two steps back and shouted tremblingly—
"Three, Miss Three?"
Bai Ying didn't answer, but he seemed to hear the call of the old onion, and slowly turned from the side to give him a front.
Pale to bloodless face.
Empty sleeves wafting in the wind.
A neck as thin as a bamboo pole, with a swaying head supported on it, a human skin familiar to the old onion was pasted, and a smile slowly appeared at him.
The string in the old onion's heart has completely collapsed!
"Ghost, ghost!!!!!!"
…
two hours later.
Ling Shu met Miss Feng San at Feng's house.
He couldn't talk to Miss Feng San, so he could only stand at the door of the room with Yue Dingtang. From the crack of the door, he could see that the other party was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, as if he slept peacefully.
Ling Shu winked at Yue Dingtang, closed the door, and returned to the living room.
"I haven't seen Miss San, can you be sure it's her back?"
Feng Da, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him, nodded.
"It's the third sister, yes, she still remembers us and can answer many questions, but I don't know about the whereabouts of the past few days, it seems that she has lost her memory, and her spirit is also very bad, we can't ask any more questions, I can only let her rest first, and then she will have a long-term plan when she wakes up. I will tell the two of you about it first, so that the two of you will not continue to be burdened and run around. Thank you Mr. Ling, I have done you a lot of trouble this time. If you have offended me before, please see my father In terms of face, don't care about my incompetent younger brother."
This has two meanings. One is to inform them that Feng Zhenzhu has been found, and two, since Miss Feng San is back, the previous entrustment will no longer exist.
When Feng Da spoke, he was indeed much more respectable than Feng Er.
He brought another box, the one that Ling Shu had not accepted before.
"Although Mr. Ling doesn't care about money, we still have to show it, a little courtesy, please accept it with a smile."
Feng Da didn't open the box, but judging from his gestures, there should be more stuff in the box than before.
Ling Shu of course knew that the other party was so polite, mostly because of Yue Dingtang's face.
Mr. Ling, who "doesn't care about money," stretched out his hand and took the box.
Feng Da was stunned for a moment by the agile action. He thought that Ling Shu would dismiss money like dung as before.
"Since there is nothing to do with us here, then we will take our leave and rest without disturbing Young Master Feng."
Minister Feng didn't come out to greet him in person. Ling Shu didn't know whether he was here or something else. He and Yue Dingtang didn't want to stay for long. After politely speaking, they got up and left.
Feng Da came back to his senses, "I'll send you two!"
Ling Shu was carrying the box and looked very preoccupied. When he left Feng's house, he almost stepped on the empty steps, but fortunately, Yue Dingtang helped him in time.
"Walk to see the road, what are you thinking!" Yue Dingtang reprimanded softly.
In fact, Ling Shu didn't pay much attention to Miss Feng San's return. Although this matter was strange, she couldn't wake up Miss Feng San for questioning. The Feng family said that again, clearly telling them about it. At this point, there is no need to investigate further, and it is impossible for Ling Shu to tie Feng Zhenzhu out for questioning.
He is more concerned about Yang Chunhe's disappearance now.
This girl does not have a family background like the Feng family, and can clear up the police and patrol forces to search for her whereabouts. After Feng Zhenzhu returns, this matter will definitely fade away slowly. If Yang Chunhe doesn't show up again, he will gradually only be arrested. Treating it as an ordinary disappearance case, for the Yang family, losing their only daughter is tantamount to the sky falling.
"I want to come again tomorrow." He said to Yue Dingtang.
"You want to inquire about Yang Chunhe's whereabouts from Miss Feng San?"
Yue Dingtang quickly understood what he meant.
Ling Shu nodded.
Feng Zhenzhu came back, but Yang Chunhe didn't. The timing of their disappearance was such a coincidence that perhaps only Feng Zhenzhu knew of Yang Chunhe's whereabouts.
"I was thinking about Yang Chun and that notebook. She wrote a lot of poems in it, in which she mentioned Canglong Qisu many times... Huh?"
Yue Dingtang: "What?"
Ling Shu muttered to himself: "Blue Dragon, Qinglong? Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu..."
He let out a sigh of relief.
"I remember!"
He said why he always remembered the word Canglong familiar, didn't Lu Zude also read it in prison today
Could it be that these two words mean something
Of course there is also a possibility, that is pure coincidence.
"Lao Yue, I want to go to the patrol room and ask Lu Zude something!"
"Now?"
"Now."
Yue Dingtang didn't rush to ask questions, he directly asked Ling Shu to get in the car and asked the driver to turn around and take them to the patrol room.
With him, seeing Lu Zude will be much smoother.
On the way, Ling Shucai told him about his discovery.
Yue Dingtang frowned and didn't speak.
Ling Shu: "Did you think of something?"
Yue Dingtang: "As soon as you say Qinglong, I think of a place."