An Qingli led the young detective into the haunted house.
The little detective was not afraid of ghosts and gods at first, but after being haunted by nightmares, he believed in the existence of ghosts and gods, and also learned how powerful ghosts are.
"Taoist Master." The little catcher was frightened and followed An Qingli step by step.
It's one thing to stand outside the house, but it's another thing to wander inside.
I always feel like the ghosts of that family of nine are lingering in this house.
"Taoist." The little catcher called out tremblingly again.
"When there is evil in the world, there is good, and where there is yin there is yang. Don't panic." An Qingli waved his fly whisk and searched the house carefully, but found nothing unusual.
"But." The little detective was holding a paper lantern, and his back was covered in cold sweat. In addition, it was night, and the house was eerie. The slightest cricket chirping could make people's hearts jump to their throats.
When the wind blew, the little catcher kicked a pebble with his quick feet. He was so startled that he screamed and almost got hung up on the back of An Qingli.
"You're so brave." An Qingli's feet spun around, but he waved his whisk to block it.
The young catcher's face turned pale, and he took a small step closer to the old man, feeling ashamed: "I used to be very brave, but I have been very courageous since I was a child. The people in the Yamen gave me the nickname 'Wang Da Dao', but now I am only a little courageous."
Already."
A few fluttering moths bumped against the paper lanterns, and the young catcher said with a grimace: "To be honest with the old Taoist priest, I don't want to be a catcher anymore. They say that people in the yamen have their own evil spirits, and they can suppress ghosts and other things.
It’s a lie. I plan to do some small business in the future and live peacefully for the rest of my life.”
"Don't you hear that when people sit at home, disasters come from the sky. No matter what kind of business you do, the consequences will still come." An Qingli took one of his arms and jumped onto the roof.
The speed was fast and the footing was stable. The little catcher was in the room in no time, feeling scared, surprised and happy at the same time.
The young catcher's eyes lit up, and his thoughts suddenly became alive again. Since there was no way to avoid those ghosts and monsters, it would be better to quit his job at the Yamen and follow the old Taoist priest in front of him to learn the art of exorcising ghosts and catching monsters.
An Qingli flicked the whisk in his face and said solemnly: "The old Taoist will not accept timid disciples."
The young catcher covered his face and said "Oh" in frustration. He was somewhat self-aware and knew that the old Taoist priest was very capable and did not look down on a timid person like him.
An Qingli stood on the roof, looked around, and asked the young detective: "What was the scene of the murder case?"
The little Lingxi also opened its Lingxi eyes to help see in the night.
The young detective came closer to An Qingli and lowered his voice: "The murder case is strange. Eight people were hacked to death with kitchen knives, and only one of them died by hitting a pillar. After the autopsy,
Coupled with the old catcher’s many years of experience in handling cases, it is said that the male owner of the family went crazy and went crazy in the middle of the night and killed his own family, and then hit a pillar and died."
"Have you lost your mind and gone crazy?" An Qingli groaned.
"This is what the closed case file says." The young detective quickly scanned the room and said in a low voice, "But for several generations, that family has never suffered from mental illness. This mental illness happened strangely. We secretly
According to the discussion, the enemy should have deliberately fabricated the murder scene, but the county boss was in a hurry to close the case and did not investigate it carefully, so he blamed it on Lu Xin crazy."
An Qing suddenly asked: "Are you guilty of being crazy?"
The young catcher was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and broke into a cold sweat again, before he said in a trembling voice: "Just last night, I didn't know what happened, and suddenly got into a bad temper, and almost killed a little thief.
Beat to death."
Swallowing hard, the little catcher realized later and timidly asked the old Taoist priest in front of him: "At that time, was he possessed by a ghost?"
An Qingli frowned: "You are not possessed by a ghost, but there is resentment in your body. That resentment lasts for a long time and becomes more and more intense. It can make people depressed and gloomy, or they can suddenly go crazy, just like that person who slashed with a knife.
Just like the owner of the house."
The young detective was even more frightened. If he hadn't met the old man in front of him, would he have made the same mistake again and killed his parents and sister with a knife?
Cold sweat poured down his face, and the little catcher's legs were so weak that he could hardly stand.
An Qingli used a whisk to lift the person up, then pointed to a brightly lit place and asked, "Where is that place?"
The young catcher wiped his sweat and wiped his eyes, calmed down his mind, and then replied: "That's the biggest hook-and-rail courtyard in the city. It's all over the street. It's the busiest place at night. All men and women love to go there.
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"What then?" An Qingli pointed again.
The young catcher said again: "That is Princess Wuyang's mansion."
"Tell me about the Princess Wuyang's Mansion." An Qingli took a closer look and saw that there was the most resentment in the entire city.
The young detective stared at the majestic princess mansion, wiping cold sweat while telling him what he knew.
Wuyang City in the Great Chu State was the fiefdom of the most favored princess in history.
The folk customs here are strong, and women's status is not inferior to that of men. Men can take concubines, and women can also raise noodle lovers, and it is not a secret way of raising nunshou, but an open and honest way.
In the princess's mansion alone, there are no less than a hundred new faces who come in every year.
Those with good faces are not from bad backgrounds, and some are specially trained by big families. They are good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and it is no problem for female celebrities to draw their eyebrows.
Everyone says that a daughter is charming, but nothing can compare to the charming face of a princess.
The wealthy families here also follow the same example. The male master keeps a lot of concubines, and the female master keeps a lot of handsome men. Even the women at the bottom of the family sometimes have several men to help support the family and make money.
Let's just say that the county master and his wife in the yamen each have their own concubines and are happy and carefree.
An Qingli smoothed his short three-inch beard under his chin: "Wuyang City has open folk customs and is a good place for women to live."
The young catcher secretly glanced at the enigmatic old man, and found that there was a glimmer of approval in his eyes.
It shouldn’t be!
The old Taoist priest is a man after all. Shouldn't he first reprimand Princess Wuyang for her debauchery and immorality, and then say a few words of justice for the men of Wuyang City?
The men in Wuyang City were miserable. The ugly and strong ones did the dirty work, while the handsome and thin ones did the work of warming beds and giving baths. Only those like him who were in between had so few choices.
"This house is no longer in danger. If you want to continue living there, that's fine."
An Qingli waved his whisk, raised his foot, and walked a few feet away, lightly stepping on the roofs of the rooms, towards the princess's mansion.
The young catcher stood on the beam, dumbfounded. He murmured "God", and then said "God" loudly. He looked a little crazy, but it seemed that he was really crazy.
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The lights of the Wuyang City Princess Mansion were as bright as day. Dozens of men in gauze dresses, painted with makeup and powder, with charming postures, were standing in the courtyard with their heads raised, waiting for the princess to ring the gong.
An Qingli put on the concealment charm, lay down on the ridge of the roof, and watched quietly.