The candlelight inside the lantern illuminated the word "night watch" on the skin of the lantern.
Zhang San, who had just received this job, patrolled carefully. According to the old watchman's instructions, every time he passed a square entrance, he would knock the clapper in his hand to alert the residents in the square.
Bang, bang bang!
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire!"
Three knocks and one whisper.
It spread far and wide at night.
When Zhang San, carrying a lantern, walked through the 'Ping'an Square', looking at the familiar square entrance, he couldn't help but feel in a trance.
A year ago, he still lived here.
Not only does it have a big house, but it also has old servants and maids, a carriage when traveling, and someone to pick up food when eating.
But that was a year ago.
A year ago, a good friend "unintentionally" formed a game. He met a gentleman named Zhao in the old city of Chang'an. He was generous and generous, and he unconsciously regarded him as a close friend.
Then, when the other party suggested playing two games, he couldn't resist the other party's persuasion and actually went to play two games.
All won.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he won a month's worth of expenses.
From that moment on, he was obsessed with it.
Then...
lose!
Lose lose lose!
I lost all my family property and my parents were so angry!
In less than a month, he lost everything!
When he came back to his senses, he realized that the people who gathered around him in the past regarded him as a scourge and feared him like snakes and scorpions.
As soon as he saw him, he pretended not to know him and turned away.
He had been confused for a year, until a few days ago, he received a sum of money.
Even if this amount of money is only a drop in the bucket compared to what he exported.
But after a year of rolling his eyes, Zhang San has already learned about the ways of the world and how to be grateful.
He was very grateful to that 'robber' Ye Liuxiang.
Give him the possibility of starting over.
He did not use this money to improve his life.
Instead, he used the money to buy a job.
Although it is just an errand like a watchman, it is still an errand after all.
It’s better than holding that share of money and sitting on your hands!
Moreover, a comeback may not be impossible.
No matter how small the messenger is, he is still a messenger!
"I can do it!"
Zhang San is confident and strides forward.
Suddenly, there was a bump under my feet.
"Um?"
Zhang San was stunned, moved his feet, and when the lantern was illuminated, he found a red paper package on the ground.
Because of the stampede just now, the folded red paper bag was rubbed open, revealing what was inside...
silver!
Under the candlelight, the silver light shines.
Not a silver ingot.
Just scattered silver.
To be precise, it's just a silver bean.
Subconsciously, Zhang San bent down to pick it up.
And he didn't realize it at all. Just when he bent down, a black shadow quietly appeared behind him. When Zhang San straightened up, the black shadow was blocked by Zhang San's figure again, and the two seemed to overlap.
, combined into one.
"Whose family lost their money?"
"Otherwise, I..."
Zhang San hesitated.
This year of life has made him very aware of the importance of money.
important to him.
It is also important for people who have lost money.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang San, who finally had a clear conscience, planned to inform the government office tomorrow morning and put up a notice to find the owner.
Having made up his mind, Zhang San didn't think too much.
After putting the money in his arms, he continued his inspection.
But at this moment, Zhang San suddenly felt his neck tighten.
Then, a huge force that he could not withstand came from behind, and then his whole body rose into the air and was hung under the archway of 'Ping'an Fang'.
Zhang San struggled violently, trying to break free from the rope.
But these are all in vain.
After a while, Zhang San stopped moving.
He stared into Ping'an Fang with bloodshot eyes.
That was his former home.
At this moment, the lights are still bright.
He just looked at it from afar.
call!
The night wind blew by, and his body swayed with the wind.
A corner of the red paper was exposed in the arms.
A strand of long hair sandwiched in red paper floated out.
Under the moonlight, a line of tiny characters slowly emerged from the red paper——
Lend me your life!
Night fragrance!
…
"This morning?"
"Those who got up early found Zhang San's body?"
Standing outside Daxing City, the new capital, Mo Shili asked Yang Yu, who was reading the soldier's information carefully.
After dealing with the follow-up of 'Living Sons and Sunshou', Mo Shili and Yang Yu returned directly to Daxing City.
Moreover, because Mo Shili had already been attacked and the attacker was killed by Chen Jiang and the body was taken away, Yang Yu no longer left Mo Shili separately.
Relying on Yang Yu's military soldier waist card, the two of them took the carriage rented from the inn and arrived at the gate of Daxing City before dark.
When returning the carriage, I got the news that "Ye Liuxiang used the money to kill people."
At that time, Mo Shili was shocked.
Ye Liuxiang, he is familiar with it.
That's his vest.
How could someone in Chang'an County kill someone in Daxing City?
"Who's impersonating me?"
Mo Shili frowned secretly.
But Yang Yu did not hide it and directly handed the information to Mo Shili.
The life story of Zhang San is clearly recorded above.
Including losing all the family wealth in the Zhao family gambling house, making his parents angry to death, and getting Ye Liuxiang's money to buy a job as a watchman, everything was recorded in detail.
What is introduced in more detail is the red paper.
In addition to a line of small regular script, there is also a strand of long hair tucked into the red paper.
Rumor has it that when you encounter bad luck or illness, you can cut off a strand of long hair and put it in red paper, wrap the money in red paper, and throw it on the road. As long as someone picks it up, it will be transferred, and you can
Healed without medicine.
Of course, some are more direct.
I would write words like "Borrow me your life for seven days" on the red paper.
And this is ‘borrowing money’.
It is also called ‘asking for life money’.
Just like Zhang San this time.
It's just that it's not for seven days.
But borrow your whole life.
"The Zhao family father and son?"
"wrong!"
"It's the person behind the other party who wants to lure me out!"
After confirming the signature 'Ye Liuxiang', Mo Shili wanted to understand what was going on.
As for the murderer who borrowed the name "Ye Liuxiang", his real purpose was to kill Zhang San?
impossible!
Zhang San was alone and had lived like a dog for the past year. If he had wanted to do something, he would have done it long ago. There was no need to delay it for so long.
Therefore, killing Zhang San is just a means!
A way to force ‘Ye Liuxiang’ to show up!
There are so many people who have accepted money from ‘Ye Liu Xiang’, why should they choose Zhang San?
identity!
Zhang San is a watchman and belongs to the Yamen.
As long as he dies, it will definitely cause a sensation, and in order to make the sensation more complete, Zhang San was even hung under the archway.
Only such a sensation can ensure that 'Ye Liuxiang' knows the news!
It can also force out the ‘Ye Liu Xiang’ better!
"Hmph, would I step on such an obvious trap?"
"Ye Liuxiang, it's just a vest!"
"If you give it up, let it go!"
Mo Shili told himself this in his heart.
The note in his hand was handed back to Yang Yu.
Yang Yu took the note, turned around and left without saying a word.
The steps are quick and urgent.
Apparently they were afraid that Mo Shili would become curious and pester him, taking him to the scene to investigate the case.
"Can I be the kind of person who clings to something?"
Mo Shili curled his lips at Yang Yu's back and walked towards Mao'er Lane with his hands behind his back.
He must live well!
He told himself this!
But for some reason, I was heading towards Mao'er Lane, but I ended up at Ping'an Fang.
Far away, Mo Shili narrowed his eyes and looked at the archway.
What was he thinking about in the last moment when Zhang San died?
Do you regret what you did?
still……
I didn’t realize until my death that my own death had become bait!
"The poor guy became a bait. Hey, he died in an unknown way!"
"bait!"
"Who is not bait!"
Mo Shili sneered several times in his heart.
He suddenly changed his original mind.
He wants to try it.
Immediately, he walked to Mo Shili under Ping'an Square and stopped.
Zhang San's body had long been removed and carried away.
The crowd watching the excitement had already dispersed.
Most people had heard about what happened this morning, but they were surprised at the moment.
Perhaps this matter will become a topic of conversation after dinner for a long time to come.
But that was also after dinner.
Now?
People who are busy with life simply cannot stop.
Therefore, Mo Shili stood out under the archway.
The secretly observing eyes immediately swept over.
