hell in disguise

When I returned to Dazamore's residence at night, I saw that there was already a map of the criminal prison on the table, as well as a list of the jailers' formations.Dasamoluo was shaking the tortoise shell in his hand, as if he was divination. When Tan Yangzi came in, three copper coins fell on the table in an uproar. Dazamoluo fiddled with his fingers, but he didn't know What was read.

Tan Yangzi untied the sword behind his back, put it on the table, and sat down to look at the simple drawing.Dazamore asked, "How is your investigation today?"

Tan Yangzi said, "Su Liangdi, the first householder, was a filial daughter, but she suddenly killed her mother. Her mother was patriarchal, and after learning that she was likely to be divorced by her husband's family, her attitude towards her was normal, but she shouldn't have committed murder. The second household is also a dutiful son, Shen Xialei, who took care of his paralyzed and unconscious mother for 20 years, and suddenly decided to suffocate his mother with a pillow. The third household is the youngest, named Liu Xiang , a seven-year-old child who poisoned his parents with rat poison. He is also a very obedient and well-behaved child in the eyes of the neighbors on weekdays. He is also known as a child prodigy. He can write poems at the age of five and read all kinds of classics. The family education is very strict , seldom play with the neighborhood kids.”

Dasa Moluo said, "So, there are still some commonalities?"

"The behavior of these people seems to be without warning, and it is caused by the possession of ghosts, but if you think about it carefully, you will find something wrong." Tan Yangzi dipped his hands in tea and wrote the surnames of the three people on the table, pointing to each other in turn. He said, "Why did this Mrs. Su suddenly come back from her husband's house? Is it because of other people's speculation? Is it because of something else?

This Shen Xialei is now over 40 years old, but he is still alone and lives in hardship.There were some opportunities to do business with my brothers in other places, but I gave up because of my sick mother at home.He has achieved nothing in his life and is poor, and his mother has long since known him and beat and scolded him all day long.He took care of his mother for so many years, did he really love her, or was he persecuted by this dutiful son?Why can't the brothers in the family take turns sharing the care?

And this child prodigy, no matter how smart he is, is only a seven-year-old child. How could he not want to go out and play with other children?Five to seven years old is the most innocent and carefree time in a person's life, but he studies hard like a poor student. Is it voluntary, or is it because his family wants his son to become a dragon? "

Dasa Moluo said as if he had realized something, "You mean, it's probably not because of demon possession, but because they themselves hate their parents?"

"No, there should still be ghosts. Otherwise, similar incidents would not be so concentrated." Tan Yangzi said, "My original guess was the same as yours. It was those widowed ghosts who were reincarnated because of the crime of killing relatives in Abi Hell. Killing people by being on people. But now there is another guess. Could it be that the ghost is not possessing, but pulling the resentment accumulated in the eighth consciousness of people into consciousness, prompting these people to change their temperament and create Killing."

Dasa Moluo pondered, "Ghosts with such abilities are the thorny ghosts you caught in Bianliang before, but even they have to extend their tentacles into people's brains to inject influence, and they are bound to affect people. Leaving traces. Kumar and I met several prisoners before they were taken into prison by the Prosecution Division, but found no traces."

"These prisoners have no common acquaintance with each other. If it is a thorny ghost, they must first find a suitable person to possess. Even if they find it, they can only affect many people at the same time. It is impossible to come one by one like this. And even if they It is impossible for a person who keeps switching possessions to affect a person to such an extent within three days. If there are many thorny ghosts, the city should have been full of ghosts long ago, and it is impossible to be calm like this breath."

Dasa Moluo said, "It seems that we still have to find a way to interrogate some things from those prisoners. Do you have a plan on how to get in?"

Tan Yangzi stood up and said, "I have my own way. Tomorrow, you go and visit the families of the new murder cases. Oh, by the way, Xie Yucheng and Fan Zhuxuan are also in the city, saying they are looking for those who were killed. The whereabouts of the souls of the dead."

When Dasa Moluo heard it, his face turned bitter, and he put his hand on his forehead with an expression like the end of the world, "It's fine to send Black and White Impermanence, but why are these two plague gods..."

Tan Yangzi returned to the east wing room where he and Yan Fei lived temporarily.When he came back before, Yan Fei didn't go to the main room with him, and came back silently.As soon as he entered the room, he saw that it was pitch black inside. Yan Fei, who usually prepared hot water for washing his face, was already lying on the bed and covered with a quilt, as if he had already fallen asleep. .But Tan Yangzi could hear that his breathing was not as long and long as usual when he was asleep, so he knew he was not asleep yet.

After seeing Bai Wuchang this afternoon, this kid is not quite right, and he doesn't know what's wrong with him again.

Tan Yangzi picked up the fire folder on the table and lit a candle, hung his Zhanye Sword on the hanger, took off his coat, then went to the bed and sat down, looking sideways at the figure wrapped in the quilt.

"What's your temper today?" Tan Yangzi didn't even feel angry, but asked in a voice almost helpless.

Yan Fei didn't speak, apparently determined to pretend to sleep to the end.

Tan Yangzi sighed.Since when did he try to coax this brat?If those ghosts captured by him back to hell saw his "low-spirited" appearance at the moment, they would probably stare hundreds of eyeballs out.

"If you don't speak, I won't take you to the Criminal Division tomorrow."

After saying this, the quilt squirmed a bit, revealing a face flushed from boredom.Those eyes that were still shining brightly in the dim light stared at him, and there seemed to be some resentment inside.

Tan Yangzi's mind was full of inexplicable things, thinking about it carefully, he couldn't think of anything that offended this brat during the day, "What kind of medicine did you take wrong?"

Yan Fei stared at him with resentful eyes for a while, and asked, "What is your relationship with that Bai Wuchang named Xie Yucheng? Why have you never mentioned him?"

Inexplicably, Tan Yangzi felt that the child's tone sounded like a courteous adulterer, "It doesn't matter, it's just that we have worked together for a long time, and we have done several errands together. Although they are called impermanence like us, they are called impermanence. We are immortals, we are ghosts, not all the way."

"Then why did he say you were crying on top of him?"

Mentioning this embarrassing incident that Tan Yangzi could be ranked in the top five in his long life, Qingwuchang's face became even more stinky, "That was the time when the heaven gave me wine and I got drunk!"

"I've never seen you cry..."

Tan Yangzi felt that this was awkward no matter how he heard it, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "What? You little bastard still thinks I'm not angry enough, and you want to make me cry?"

It was rare for Tan Yangzi to make a joke. Yan Fei couldn't help but burst out laughing more and more as he imagined the tall and heroic Qing Wuchang crying like rain.Seeing him smile, Tan Yangzi's complexion softened a little, and he felt relieved.

People say that children are the most difficult to take care of, but he thinks that young people who are eighteen and a half years old are more difficult to take care of, and their minds are more changeable than those of girls.

Tan Yangzi also smiled slightly, shook his head, removed the jade hairpin on his head and prepared to go to bed, "Just for this? You are old enough to marry a wife now, and you are still so petty?"

Yan Fei seldom sees Tan Yangzi smile. Once that stern face smiles, it is like a clear spring from the melting snow of the Tianshan Mountains, or an aged wine unsealed in a cold year and a cold moon. It is gentle and gentle. Let him smile like this all the time, and never have to wrinkle those sword eyebrows that slanted into his temples.

He knew that Tan Yangzi had lived for thousands of years, that he was just an interlude in his long life that couldn't be shorter, and that no matter how hard he tried, there were certain parts of Tan Yangzi's life that he would never be able to touch.

For example, Hong Wuchang who died 300 years ago.

Tan Yangzi never mentioned it, but Yan Fei knew that this person must mean a lot to him.Otherwise, he would not insist on acting alone for 300 years, and he would not want someone to replace that person anyway.

Thinking of this makes me sad.I am a human being, and I will always die.When he enters reincarnation and forgets everything, will Tan Yangzi remember himself as he remembers that person?Or will he be easily forgotten, as if he never existed?

Thinking of this, the eyes that were originally looking at Tan Yangzi infatuatedly were covered with sadness again.He lowered his long eyelashes, but he was lonely at such a young age.Tan Yangzi hung his outer robe on the hanger, turned around and saw Yan Fei who was holding the quilt in a desolate body, thinking what was wrong.In the past, he didn't have the patience to coax people at all, but after all, he has taken Yan Fei for so many years, and in recent years he has become more and more pampered and used to him.

"Master." Yan Fei suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him seriously, "One day I die, will you forget me?"

Tan Yangzi widened his eyes, "You are so young, what are you talking about?"

"Do you know?"

Tan Yangzi looked at the beautiful face mixed with fear, infatuation and sadness, and vaguely knew what Yan Fei was worrying about this day.When he thought that Yan Fei would die one day and drink Meng Po soup to completely forget him, his heart tightened suddenly.

"……Won't."

"But... I will forget you..." Yan Fei frowned tightly, shaking his head vigorously, "I don't want to forget you, I want to follow you forever."

Tan Yangzi blew it off and held it, lifted the quilt on his side and sat on the bed, reached out and patted the back of Yan Fei's head, "Don't think about things all day long. You want to follow me now, and you will become one in the future." I’m afraid I’ve forgotten about me as a master long ago.” After speaking, he sighed in a self-deprecating manner, folded his clothes and lay down, “It’s getting late, go to sleep.”

Yan Fei also had no choice but to lie down gently, and waited until Tan Yangzi fell asleep, then he turned around and stared at Tan Yangzi's profile outlined by the faint night in the dark.He stretched out a hand, carefully separated a subtle distance, and traced along the smooth forehead, straight nose bridge, firm jaw, protruding Adam's apple, broad chest and flat abdomen.The breath on Tan Yangzi's body has a hint of musk, which can only be smelled at such a close distance. It is addictive like a charm poison, and it is ecstasy.

"I will never forget you..." Yan Fei in the dark said silently with his mouth, there was a strong desire on his face that did not belong to a teenager, and the beautiful eyebrows and eyes were also a little bit due to excessive persistence. The evil spirit is pressing, "Because...you are mine."