Daxing City, the 14th day of the first lunar month, the third update.

Everything is silent, the chicken sleeps and the horse rests.

"It's cold and the doors and windows are closed!"

Liu San'er shouted a long time ago, and the sound came from afar in the quiet night.

He raised the gong, and Lao Yang, who was walking next to him, knocked heavily on it with a clapper.

clang!

"Brother Yang, do we have to walk all night?"

Liu Saner took over his father's class. His father was an old anti-broadcaster. He had a sudden heart attack last month.

For the first time he became an updater, Liu Saner was still fresh and excited for a while, but soon felt cold and hard.

Although it hasn't snowed, no matter how tightly it is, the wind will always try every means to get into the slightest gap, making life worse than death.

Liu San'er began to miss the quilt in her hut.

"Of course!" Lao Yang had no good feelings for Liu Saner's virtue of being yelled hard and tired the day before, and couldn't help but teach him a lesson, "I always walked like this when I was on a job with your father. You walk with me tonight. If you don't happen sometimes, you will have to be on duty alone, and you have to recognize the way!"

Liu Saner's face turned even more bitter: "Is there still time to be on duty alone?"

When Lao Yang heard that this tone was not good, the young man became lazy and reluctant to work. How could he earn money to marry a wife and support his family, so he opened his mouth and scolded him a few more words.

Liu San'er was not a good person, but this time he was surprisingly silent, neither refuting nor impatient.

"Have you ever encountered any strange things when you have been a commissar for so many years?"

Old Yang was talking nonstop, but was interrupted by Liu Saner, and said angrily: "What strange thing? No!"

"Not a single one?" Liu Saner's tone was a little strange.

Lao Yang frowned: "What are you thinking about again!"

Liu San'er looked straight behind him: "Then look at what's behind you?"

Lao Yang subconsciously turned around.

Not far behind him, half a man in white stood around the corner.

The reason why it is said to be half is because half of the man is hidden behind the corner.

More importantly, the man in white has no head on his neck.

His head was held in the palm of his hand, and he was looking here with his blood-red eyes.

Old Yang was scared to sweat all over his body. He rubbed his eyes. The man in white was still there, not dreaming.

"Hurry, run! There's a ghost!"

Without thinking, he grabbed Liu Saner's hand and ran around the road.

An old man in his fifties tried his best but ran no slower than a young man.

The two ran for a while, and Lao Yang finally couldn't run anymore, bent down and held his knees to breathe.

"Hurry, go to the newspaper office, no, go to the yamen and report to the official directly. It's scary!"

"Is it so scary?" Liu San'er said quietly.

"Didn't you just see it? Such a big man, he has no head yet..." Old Yang suddenly felt that Liu Saner's tone was a little weird, and he looked up just now.

It doesn't matter when he sees it, he is so scared that he is so scared!

Liu San'er's head was being held in his hand by himself, grinning at Lao Yang, and his mouth was still moving.

"Are you talking about me?"

Lao Yang can no longer answer.

He fell to the ground and fainted.

...

Daxing City, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, dawn.

The Lantern Festival.

For the people of the Great Capital, this was the first Lantern Festival they spent after moving to Xindu.

For Song Liangchen, deputy envoy of Zuo Yue Bureau, this is a very unusual Lantern Festival.

As the deputy envoy of Zuo Yue Bureau, her martial arts skills are ordinary and she can't even reach the second-rate master.

But her strength is not about martial arts, but about managing internal affairs. With Song Liangchen's Zuo Yueju, Cui could avoid worries if he didn't go.

Song Liangchen was so at ease that he stayed in Zuoyue Bureau, and he didn't have to go out for ten or half a month.

Even if most women like to go to Yinlou and Yanzhi shop, she respects Bumin. She would rather cook tea, read books, chat and play chess, or even play chess with herself without an opponent. Compared to Cui Bukuo's health and still likes to run out all day long, Song Liangchen is another extreme.

So a private saying circulated in the court: There are three weird people in Zuo Yue Bureau, one is sick, one is a woman who never shows up, and one is a fake monk.

Today is a little unusual.

The sky is dim, light blue and almost white.

Song Liangchen got up much earlier than usual.

Facing the door, sitting upright.

It's like waiting for news, or waiting for someone.

The plum soup left by hand changed from slightly warm to completely cold, and a few people came in outside.

Dust and covered in frost and snow.

The leader is Changsun Bodhi.

Every time he sees Changsun Bodhi, Song Liangchen will think of a very serious question: has he shaved his hair completely, is it cold in winter?

Now it seems that it must be cold, because when Changsun took off the hat, she noticed that there was a circle of gray fluff embroidered in the edge of the hat.

On weekdays, she would definitely make a few jokes, but today she didn't say a word.

Changsun's expression was more solemn than hers.

"Dead."

Hearing these two words, Song Liangchen frowned tighter, but there was no surprise.

She asked: "Liu Fang?"

Changsun nodded slowly: "Liu Fang."

Song Liangchen: "The cause of death?"

Changsun: "Hang himself."

Song Liangchen's face became more and more strange, and he even repeated the question as if he couldn't hear clearly: "Hold yourself?"

And Changsun Bodhi, the deputy envoy of Zuo Yue who never talked much, also emphasized like a parrot: "Hang himself."

Song Liangchen was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "I'll go out for a walk."

A person who almost never goes out actually said that she was going out for a walk, which was similar to gold in the sky.

But Changsun Bodhi said, "I'll go too."

The two went out together, and without communicating in advance, they walked towards the East City tacitly.

That is the most prosperous place in Daxing City, with many wine shops and shops. It is said that there is nothing that cannot be bought in the East City, only ones that cannot be paid.

Not long after the New Year, the atmosphere of the first lunar month is still strong, and the three days from the fifteenth day of the first lunar month are three days that the imperial court has allowed no curfew in a year.

In other words, from tonight, the entire Kyoto will surely be a real city of fire and silver flowers, with green and floating clouds.

Many business trips from the Western Regions who have traveled afar when they encounter wind, snow and cold weather, choose to spend the New Year here before going back.

Not only did the court have blessing activities, fireworks and fun with the people, but there were also spontaneous lantern riddles, tea party, singing and dancing games, raising fires and competing for torches. Even merchants seized the opportunity to launch various novel things, or added the name of the situation to them.

Wherever Changsun and Song Liangchen went, they could see smiling faces with joy and anticipation.

The princes and nobles have made every effort to compete with each other and have to show off tonight.

The common people breathed a little relieved because of the bumper harvest this year, and also had expectations for their future days due to the new lenient punishment issued by the emperor.

The curfew exemption order for the Lantern Festival will make these three nights more lively than New Year's Day and New Year's Eve.

It was still early, and the East City was already very lively, and many people rushed to see the temple fair early.

Song Liangchen was almost squeezed out of his shoes, and Changsun's gauze hat was left behind. His bare head was particularly eye-catching.

After finally coming to the door of the tea shop, Song Liangchen looked desperate, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle of life and death.

Tea is not popular these days. The so-called tea shop also sells various drinks and snacks. There is a donkey meat baking pancake shop next to the tea shop. Every evening when the baking pancakes come out, people who come to buy them will line up. In fact, these two places are secretly sentries by Zuo Yue Bureau in the capital. There are mixed crowds of people and different classes, which is the best place for information circulation and collection.

The guy is also from Zuo Yue Bureau, so he naturally recognizes the two deputy envoys. As soon as they entered, they were welcomed into the inner room.

There is a unique universe here. Both sides are against the wall and surrounded by curtains. They are separated from the outside and can clearly hear the chats of guests.

"I was haunted again last night!" A middle-aged man said in a rough voice.
To be continued...