The heavy rains a few days ago damaged some buildings in Beiling. A professional maintenance team organized by the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau came to repair them. They all said that in modern civilized society, the maintenance in Beiling stopped on time at six o'clock every afternoon.
, all workers must be evacuated from inside.
The official reason for the specific reason is that they are afraid of disturbing the rest of the surrounding residents. However, the residential areas around Beiling are very far away, and the maintenance team does not have any large-scale machinery to start work. They are worried that the ancient cultural relics will be damaged, so almost all of them are repaired by hand.
This statement is only official.
There are different opinions on the real reason. In the words of ordinary people, after nightfall, this place is not the world of humans, but the world of the Qing royal family buried here...
To put it simply, it is haunted.
Accompanied by the old man, Peng Jiawei walked into Beiling. Beiling covers a vast area and consists of multiple mausoleums. Accompanied by the old man, Peng Jiawei walked on a lush path and happened to encounter the opposite.
The construction team evacuated people. It was almost six o'clock in the evening, and the workers who had been busy all day left under the leadership of the team leader.
Worried about causing a fire, these honest workers endured their addiction to cigarettes. After a hard day's work, they no longer had the energy to joke. The middle-aged man leading the team in the front was a bit rich, but his face was also full of tiredness.
Seeing Peng Jiawei and the old man, the middle-aged man stopped, looked at them suspiciously and said, "Two of you, what are you doing?"
Peng Jiawei stood tall and said nothing. The old man beside him smiled lightly and said, "We are here for a walk."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Boy, Beiling is closed now and is currently undergoing maintenance. Our company is responsible for the safety here. There is no one inside now. Why don't you two come back for a walk at another time?"
Peng Jiawei's gaze behind his sunglasses turned slightly cold, but he still did not speak. The old man beside him smiled and said, "Is it possible that you still doubt that we came here to steal things?"
The middle-aged man immediately smiled and explained: "No, you two look like people with status. How could you come here to steal? The things here are all relics and cultural relics, and there are no valuable antiques. I'm just worried..."
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Peng Jiawei said impatiently: "Uncle Wu, we don't have time to waste here."
After hearing this, the old man nodded slightly and said to the middle-aged man: "We are here just for a walk. You are just a person responsible for engineering maintenance, so you don't have that much power to control us, right? Don't worry, we won't cause you any trouble.
"..." As he said that, the old man put a big hand on the middle-aged man's shoulder.
"But……"
The middle-aged man still wanted to speak, but suddenly he felt a strong grip on his shoulder. The old man's big hand on his shoulder suddenly seemed to be holding him tightly like an iron pliers. In an instant, there was a strong grip on his shoulder.
The pain in his buttocks was about to be crushed, and the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched and he dared not speak.
The old man loosened his hand, patted the man's shoulder lightly, turned around and made a gesture of invitation to Peng Jiawei.
Peng Jiawei held his head high and his chest high. The old man's figure was slightly stooped. A group of maintenance workers in front of him quickly stood aside to make way for the two of them. It wasn't until the two of them walked away that a group of people gathered around the middle-aged man and asked doubtfully: "An
Manager, let them in just like that? The wall we painted today hasn’t been dried yet. What if..."
Everyone was talking one after another, and suddenly they noticed that their manager's expression was not right. One of them, an uncle in his fifties, asked: "Manager An, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"
Manager An held his arm with one hand, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "My arm seems to be numb. Please help me hold it up."
Several people stretched out their arms in a hurry and accidentally touched Manager An's shoulder. He immediately let out an "ah" sound of pain. The older worker among them immediately said in shock: "Manager An, your shoulder
Why did it get dislocated?"
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Peng Jiawei and the old man walked through the path and turned to a nearby mausoleum. This mausoleum was not very large and the light was very dim. After the two walked in, the old man coughed lightly and said, "Come out, everyone."
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A person jumped from the rafter. She was the woman among the three people who kidnapped Zhu Shiran that night. This woman was as light as a swallow. After falling to the ground, she cupped her hand at the old man and said, "Junior, I pay my respects to Senior Wu...
..." He then bowed to Peng Jiawei and said, "My little daughter Wuyao pays homage to Master Peng."
Peng Jiawei took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome face. He looked at the slender woman in front of him like a hook, and a faint surprise flashed in his eyes.
Wu Yao blushed a little when Peng Jiawei looked at him like this. At the same time, she was also amazed by Peng Jiawei's handsomeness. Before meeting Peng Jiawei, she thought that Peng Jiawei was just a rich young man. She could not help but think of those people whose bodies were drained by wine and sex.
Even if his second generation ancestor is quite famous, he mostly relies on family connections.
But when I saw Peng Jiawei at this time, he was completely different from what I had imagined. He was tall and handsome, with thick and long eyebrows, and a pair of big shining eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate everything in the world...
This kind of man is considered a hero in contemporary times, but in ancient times he would have been a galloping hero. Even if he does not have a prominent family background, with a lot of hard work, he will have his own world and be popular among people after he is 3 years old.
respect.
The old man next to Peng Jiawei spoke and said with a smile: "Wanyao, there's no need to be more polite. Where are Ruhua and Tonglie?"
"We're here."
Without waiting for Wu Yao to answer, two people walked out of the darkness of the mausoleum. They were the other two men who kidnapped Zhu Shiran. The big one was Ruhua, and the other one who was too delicate and pale was Tonglie. The three of them were in Zhu Shiran's house last night.
There was no man or woman in front of him, and his voice sounded extremely awkward. At this time, his speech became normal.
The two people came over and bowed to the old man and Peng Jiawei. Not only Wuyao, but also Ruhua and Tonglie, they all bowed to the old man first and then to Peng Jiawei. It can be seen that in their hearts, the old man's status is higher than that of Peng Jiawei.
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Peng Jiawei did not pick on the small details of the three people. In fact, in his heart, the old man has always been an elder. Even if he is a master and servant in front of outsiders, he still calls him "Uncle Wu".
The old man's full name is Wu Yue. This name is not well known to the younger generation in today's China, but if it is among the older generation, it must be like thunder.
Peng Jiawei didn't speak, and Wu Yue asked the three of them: "Where is the young lady from the Zhu family? You didn't let her suffer, did you?"
The big man named Ruhua stood up and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, don't worry, how dare we neglect the young lady of the Zhu family, but she is not very obedient and has a bad temper, so..."