The sound of neat and tidy footsteps sounded from far away, accompanied by the sound of whips and shouts.
Through the ice crystal snowflakes floating outside the inn, Han Qiubin sensed that a group of policemen had rushed into Qingpingfang, dispersed everywhere, and drove away the people.
Boom, just like a bubble bursting, the ice crystal snowflake that was suspended in the air without attracting anyone's attention suddenly disappeared in mid-air.
Han Qiufen turned around and walked quickly towards the scholar who was still frowning and thinking hard, grabbed his sleeves and ran towards the corridor.
The scholar did not struggle. Following the momentum of the autumnal equinox, the two of them bent down and walked quickly along the corridor. From time to time, they paused to listen to see if there was anyone in the room.
"Hey! Equinox is here!" The scholar looked at the angled window in front of him that had not yet been lowered, and hurriedly patted Han Qiu Equinox's leg.
I knocked lightly on the door panel, but no one responded.
Han Qiufen turned his head and looked at the scholar, and the two of them went in through the paper window one after the other.
The two people who slipped away from the bell tower must have been seen. They knew that they still hadn't seen their faces, but they had to change their black and gray robes.
The small room that I walked into was no different from an ordinary inn single room, with a screen, a bathtub, a round table, a small chair, and a bed.
Next to the window is the door, which faces a half-height large wooden barrel. A screen half surrounds the barrel, and two white cloths are hung on it.
The bed was facing the screen, and there was a small round table not far from the small window that the two of them had just climbed in, and there were chairs arranged unevenly next to it.
The scholar touched his chin and looked around the small room, walked to the wooden barrel behind the screen, and gently kicked the chamber pot on the ground.
There is a guest in this room.
Qiu Equinox gently took down the stick, put it down and closed the wooden window, and then walked into the house.
There is a wooden box at the head of the bed with carved wood that is very similar to the color of the wall. It is a small wooden box that is dark brown and slightly tinged with vermilion.
It seems that the clothes inside should be the owner of this house.
"Sir, our guest officers here all show their passing signs. This is the book. Please check it..."
An official came downstairs and was checking the identity of the residents.
The scholar didn't waste any more time, walked over quickly, grabbed the lock on the small wooden box and pressed it hard.
Bah!
The wooden box was opened.
This...the color on the outside of the wooden box...is not painted on.
After rubbing his fingers, the scholar carefully stroked the small wooden box from the inside to the outside and from top to bottom.
The texture is firm, cool yet a little warm...
What material is this?
"Don't delay!"
Seeing the scholar's expression of confusion again, his original kneeling position changed to sitting cross-legged, showing his eagerness to get to the bottom of the casserole. Han Qiubin quickly gave a low drink, calling his mind back.
The bedding material inside the box is lighter in color than the outside, almost like a faint halo color.
The depth inside the box is about half a foot, so it's not too small overall.
clothing!
mask?
The scholar leaned his head closer and saw a few pages of cloth edges with embroidery patterns. They were clothes, and judging from the color... they seemed to be for both men and women.
Are the guests a couple?
Then why are they still wearing masks...
There were about two dozen human face masks covering the box, falling onto each other.
The background color is all white, and there are outlined eyes and mouth on the mask, as well as the air outlet for the nose, but nothing else.
The mask style is very ordinary.
Han Qiubin watched the scholar pick up a mask from the box,
Picked up another mask,
Then he kept repeating this action, sometimes even bringing the mask he had taken before back in front of him and comparing it with the mask he had taken in the other hand.
Feeling very curious, Han Qiufen also knelt down beside the scholar and raised his hand to pick up the two masks that the scholar had scattered on the ground.
They were two masks that were almost identical, with slightly raised corners of the mouth and the same white face.
Eye!
Both a wry smile and a smile involve slightly raising the lips. Maybe based on personal preference, some people will have more and some will have less, but there is no difference.
But those two pairs of eyes... there was helplessness in one pair... but there was a bit of joking in the other pair.
Look to the side again,
It was still a smiling mask, but the curvature combined with the eyes revealed kindness.
These twenty-odd masks appear to be extremely exaggerated, but people can see the difference at a glance and feel the emotions coming from a fake face.
It felt... like the skin of more than twenty people had been peeled off from their faces at that moment.
"Hmph! I'll go up and have a look later, sir!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The wooden stairs made a sound as they were quickly knocked by footsteps, and the official downstairs went upstairs.
Looking at those masks, the scholar and Qiu Equinox looked at each other, and then in unison, they reached out their hands to the clothes under the masks.
He casually pulled the mask off the ground.
One person pulled out a different coat from the black and gray clothes, and the two of them ran behind the screen and quickly changed.
In the panic, a mask wrapped in the clothes that the scholar took out fell out. The scholar hurriedly caught it, twisted his mouth twice, and hung the mask in his hand on the screen.
The edge of the screen was facing the small paper window, and the mask's face was now facing the small paper window.
It was a mouth that was smiling at the same time, and the light in those eyes was the most incomprehensible.
But at this moment, the dark pupils staring closely at the small paper window in front of him seemed to be shaking undetectably in the pale and bloodshot eye sockets.