Grandpa is such a bunny

I can't hear the number clearly, the only thing I can hear is Xiangxiang's name and the repeated sentence of 'I was wrong. "

Tubo frowned, "Am I wrong?"

Sun Xiaodao, "Xiangxiang is very pitiful, but isn't Xiao Shitou? He lost his child and went to hurt other people's children. Now he knows he was wrong and it is too late."

Arriving at the inn, I figured that Du Yun and those shameless people who were waiting to be fed hadn't eaten yet. Tu Bai went to buy two catties of steamed buns diagonally across from the Fuya Street. There were many voices.

Seeing Tubo's gaze, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop said while packing the steamed stuffed buns for him, "I heard that there is a Taoist priest living there who distributes peace charms for free every morning. It's probably useless and deceitful. It's better to listen to Zen Master Shanyue. Sutra, meditate on the Buddha, and have a clear conscience. By the way, catcher, when can we light candles? My shop opens early, and I have to wake up before dawn, so it’s not convenient to have no light.”

Tubo took out seven or eight copper coins from his bosom, and was very satisfied with his evaluation of Qianfan, "Hurry up, I'm catching ghosts." He bent his eyes, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "Are you afraid of ghosts?" , Do you want to pay the protection fee, Master Tu asked Mr. Du to send a few brothers to protect you by the bedside at night, and for the sake of being a man, he will warm your bed for free."

After all, the yamen hasn't been repaired yet, and Du Yun and those beggars have to spend money to live in the inn.

The bun shop is not far from the yamen. The boss has been suffering from Tu Bo and Master Du all kinds of poverty all year round. He has long been familiar with it. Hearing this, he said very calmly, "Thank you Tu Ye for your kindness, but it is more comfortable for my wife to warm my bed."

Tubo, "..."

Sell ​​your steamed stuffed bun, show some love.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop skillfully flipped through the stuffed stuffed buns and said, "I'm really not afraid of ghosts. If there's a wronged person, there's a debtor. Ghosts will only seek out people who killed me."

Tubo was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and stared at him.

The hot steamed buns exude the scent of cooked noodles, and the milky white steam covers the face of the steamed stuffed bun shop owner behind him, making his face more and more blurred, and the continuous steam condenses fine drops of water on his face , vaguely wet, the whole face seemed to have been splashed with water, and seemed to have just emerged from the water.

Tubo thought of something, his eyes sank slightly, he took the buns, and strode into the inn without saying a word.

Behind him, Qian Fan held the Buddha beads, glanced at the water-stained steamed stuffed bun shop owner, lowered his eyes and moved the beads quietly, as if smelling the blood-like smell under the tip of his nose, the house covered in black blood was in the air. There was no blood stains at all during the day, only the dampness and fishy smell could prove that there was really something slowly gushing out of the ground at night. He chanted Amitabha and said in his heart, "Water ghost."

In the inn, Tubo solemnly distributed the buns, turned his head to Du Yun who was pouring water because he ate too much, and said, "It's a water ghost."

With a puff, Du Yun sprayed out a few drops of water, and said bluntly, "You don't love me anymore, so you curse me even if I drink some water."

Tubo patted the last steamed stuffed bun on his forehead, "Never loved. That ghost is a water ghost. You send someone to investigate the cases of drowning and drowning over the years, regardless of whether it was accidental or not."

"My lord, do you have a detailed list of people who have been poisoned by corpses in black blood, their poisoning conditions, and where they are now seeking medical treatment?" Qian Fan came in afterward, and he and Tubo looked at each other knowingly.

Du Yun used his potential of reincarnation as a starved ghost, ate all five big buns, licked his oily lips, and ordered his master to transfer the files of five counties and ten cities in recent years to investigate the cases of drowning, and then Qian Fan said, "Because the poison of the corpse is not serious, taking decoction can cure it, so I didn't specially ask people to close the case. But if the Zen master needs it, I will send someone to count it. It's not troublesome, it will take half a day."

Qian Fan joined ten Jishou, "Thank you."

While talking, Tubo had already arranged for Sun Xiao and the four arrests to go out to collect the lists. He found a carrot out of nowhere, ate it raw and said, "No need to thank you, we should thank you, these belong to the yamen Thank you, Zen Master, for your help." After speaking, he raised his eyebrows and gave Du Yun a glance at Du Yun, who was still savoring the steamed stuffed bun.

Du Yun and he were familiar with knowing what fart the other party was about to poke their buttocks. They immediately stood up and respectfully bowed to Qian Fan, "Thank you, Zen Master."

Qian Fan returned the gift, and Du Yun said, "Since everyone has left and the file and list haven't come out yet, why don't you two tell me what's going on now?"

Act first and then ask the reason, this kind of trust is not unusual, but this trust smells like meat buns, Tubo is very disgusted, and considerately gave Qianfan a person who can not be smeared with Du Yun's greasy, ordinary man's smell Location, "The black blood on the ground after lighting candles at night is not blood, but water. For some reason, such as illusion, the human eye has an illusion. This can be seen from the wet sheet in the morning and the room without blood stains .”

Du Yun nodded, "Yes, continue."

Tubo, "There are many complicated reasons for a ghost to become a ghost and cause trouble in the world, but the most important thing is the obsession, the obsession with the person who killed him and the obsession with the loved ones who do not want to be separated... ...What are you doing so close to Qian Fan?"

Du Yun rubbed against Qian Fan tremblingly, smelling the scent of Buddhist disciples' joss sticks, he felt at ease in his heart, "It's okay, I suddenly want to be illuminated by Buddha's light."

Tubo sneered ruthlessly, "It's a guilty conscience."

Du Yun was very unpromising, "I have killed so many vicious villains. According to you, it is easy to be haunted by evil spirits. What's the matter with hugging the old man's thigh?"

As he said that, he was going to hug Qianfan, how could Tubo let him take advantage of this, picked up his collar clip under his arm and sat across the table.

Qian Fan looked at them both dumbfounded.

Tubo, "So I asked you to check the files that recorded drowning. And this water ghost was obviously not kept for love, it was looking for the people who killed him. Checking those who were poisoned by corpses is to find Find out who has something to do with the water ghost's death."

When he said this, he looked up at Qian Fan, and saw that there was no ripple in the man's ink-like eyes, calm and long, as if he already knew something, he understood and gave him a smile.

They had already given a candidate who was related to this water ghost in their hearts.

The inexplicable quietness in the inn meant that the years had been quiet, Du Yun heard no sound, looked up and wondered, "I said the atmosphere is a bit strange, why are these two big men eyeing each other. He said, "Then just wait for the list to come out now. If it is found that this ghost has grievances, I will avenge this ghost. If not, I will ask the Zen master to cross this ghost, and don't let it come out to harm people." gone."

Qian Fan nodded, the sun reflected into the inn, making his slender wrists whiter and whiter, Tubo propped his face to admire the beauty, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly, "My lord, don't rush to draw conclusions, there is one more question .”

"what?"

Standing up, Tubo patted Du Yun's head with pursed lips, "Reimburse me for the breakfast meal, and I'll tell you what it is."

Du Yun wrapped his clothes tightly and stingyly said, "I'm not curious at all, neither curious nor curious..."

Tu Bai walked up to Qian Fan, "Do you want to go with me to the prison to interrogate the groom who caused the trouble?"

Seeing them walking towards the official dungeon in a blink of an eye, Du Yun hurriedly followed, muttering, "I'm not curious, I'm not curious, wait for me."

Not far from this inn, under the old locust tree, the sunlight is shining dappledly. When the breeze blows, it shakes slightly, and the sunlight falls on the person standing under the tree, shaking his black and chilly robes. There was a hint of warmth.

The man was holding a black glazed altar with ice cracks in his hand, and rubbed his hands with distinct phalanges. The black glazed altar didn't seem to be warm at all, and the unique coldness of porcelain spread throughout his body along his fingertips.

He stood quietly for a while, then turned to leave, and passed by a person, his shoulders were thrown back. The man was wearing a baggy Taoist uniform and was poking his head. The Taoist was holding his shoulders and was about to curse. He shuddered subconsciously—the eyes were cold and gloomy, staring at him expressionlessly.

The Taoist priest was timid and cursed in a low voice, "It's unlucky."