Afternoon in Guobei County

The common people went out one after another and walked the entire Guobei County together over and over again.

Every household, young and old, and a few, who were companions, searched through all the places they could find outside the county. Everyone was talking about this matter, with joy on their faces, and even the shops on both sides of Dengke Street were booming.

Han Qiufei spent a day in the restaurant and never rested. He thought it was a holiday in a trance.

On this day, many people took out all the valuable items at home before going out to prevent the body from being found, but no silver bets occurred.

The men of the county yamen also made final preparations in the yamen.

On the one hand, it is to collect all the bodies of the victims of the dismemberment case;

The second is that the dismemberment case has evolved to this day and has become a gambling game for the people to enjoy themselves.

Now the entire Guobei County people are starting to pay money. Because this is the last round of the gambling game, more and more people participate in the gambling game, and even more gambling money gathered with everyone, it has even reached a jealous level.

The men of the county government decided not to act, and everyone continued to remain silent about the current situation in Guobei County.

In fact, since the time since Mr. Wei said at the magistrate’s mansion, the curfew has actually died in name only after the murder case in Guobei County. The restaurants are closed at night every day, and there are many people on the streets.

After Han Qiuyi got off work, he went to Mr. Wei's house with two taels of wine.

As time goes by, Han Qiuyin will not go to Mr. Wei's house every day, usually only once a day or two. When Han Qiuyin arrived at Mr. Wei's house, he found that Mr. Wei had already drunk wine today, and a scholar was sitting opposite him.

There was a plate of pork head meat and a plate of peanuts in front of the two. Han Qiufen didn't say anything after seeing the scene inside the house. He just nodded and signaled that he would come in.

Then he pressed on the door behind him and walked into the house.

Dong, two liang "get a mouthful" was locked on the table, making a muffled sound.

After putting down the wine, Han Qiufen went to the wooden cabinet to pick up chopsticks, then copied a small stool from the corner of the house, placed it at the table, sat down and picked up a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth.

Mr. Wei stopped the movements in his hand as soon as he entered the door from Han Qiuequin and kept staring at Han Qiuequin and staring at Han Qiuequin without stopping.

After seeing Han Qiufen's appearance at this moment, he couldn't help but smile and explained: "Scholar stays here for two days, don't worry. Also, he bought the wine, not me."

After listening to Mr. Wei's words, Han Qiufen looked at the scholar. The scholar has been staring at the cup in his hand since the beginning, which is the clay wine glass that Mr. Wei usually reserved for himself.

The scholar kept chewing the dishes from time to time and then continued to look at the wine glass. Han Qiufei turned around and silently picked up the newly bought "Go a bite" on the table to pour wine for Mr. Wei.

Mr. Wei looked at the wine noodles in the porcelain cup in front of him that had not yet fallen, and found that Han Qiuequn's wine pot had left the table. He couldn't help but frown slightly, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, picked up a chopstick of pork head meat to press down the wine. Han Qiuequn then said that Mr. Wei's wine glass was full.

Drink tonight and pour wine. Han Qiu Equinox has no wine cup.

"Where is me?" The scholar suddenly put down the wine glass, pushed the clay cup placed on the table with his index finger, and asked.

Han Qiufei was eating peanuts. After listening to the scholar's words, he gently placed the chopsticks in front of him and placed them neatly.

Han Qiufei, after putting down the chopsticks, the hand that had just held the chopsticks naturally hung beside him, exposing his entire hand to the scholar's eyes. His vertical arms, relaxed palms, and his five fingers seemed to sway gently inadvertently.

The scholar was attracted by Han Qiufen's hand and twisted his neck to look. Han Qiufen's mouth pulled the corners, and the five fingers under the table turned, three fingers suddenly clenched, and the index and middle fingers were tied together. The scholar's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this scene.

Mr. Wei sat on the left side of Han Qiuequin, and while taking a sip of pork head meat in his mouth, he drank quite quickly, and his eyes were already blurred. He had no idea what was going on now.

Under the table on the other side of Mr. Wei, Han Qiufen's fingers stood upside down to form a sword, pressing his fingertips downwards. The acreage brick pressed down from the air was now pressed out of the gravure mark the size of an adult's palm.

His eyebrows were already squeezed together uncontrollably, but the scholar did not notice it.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, slowly turned back, stood up, and carried the "roll" not far away to fill Mr. Wei with wine, then poured it on himself, then sat down and drank the wine in one sip, and stopped talking. Han Qiufei was there, and he was afraid.

Mr. Wei looked at the two of them, then looked outside through the open wooden window, slowly poured a glass of wine into his mouth, and muttered softly.

"There are only evil people's hearts in the world, and everything needs to be nourished by heaven."

After Mr. Wei said that, the scholar sitting opposite him couldn't help it, "Why did the murder turn into the New Year?"

Mr. Wei didn't say anything, but just shook his head slightly. After listening to the scholar's words, Han Qiufen did not blink his eyes and did not speak between three or four breaths.

The room became quiet,

No one speaks.
Chapter completed!