Chapter 18

"...So, you lied," the policewoman named Xia Changqing leaned forward slightly last night and looked straight into Mu Yu's eyes, "Li Muyang didn't call you at all, so how did you know?"

　　Rumble~!

　　There was muffled thunder rolling across the sky, bright lightning pierced the clouds, and the rain that had been held back for the whole morning finally came down in torrents.

　　Mu Yu's smile froze and his heart began to beat fast.

　　I never expected that the first guest we welcomed today would be the policewoman who had fought a cooperative battle with me last night.

　　What was even more unexpected was that she pointed out the loopholes in her excuse right away.

　　Mu Yu was caught off guard and swallowed instinctively, "I am, this..."

　　Shi Wuzhi watched the blood spread from his neck all the way up, and the two fleshy earlobes were red, like two shaky jade beads.

　　This little guy is obviously not good at lying.

　　The summer showers came suddenly and fiercely, with bean-sized raindrops hitting the ground with a crackling sound, splashing high water and causing chaos between heaven and earth.

　　The slanting wind blew in from the door, bringing with it a chill.

　　Xia Changqing continued: "When I tried to contact his family last night, I checked his phone and found that the last outgoing call was at 9:30 p.m. He was overworked at least after 11:30 p.m., and there were no call records or information exchanges during that time...

　　In addition, I also checked the surveillance video from your home to his company. You did not leave during the period. You just suddenly went out at 11:48 pm and called 120 at 11:49 pm. Then I saw the scene at the door of the insurance company. "

　　In other words, they had no online or offline communication, so how did this young boss know that Li Muyang was in danger?

　　At that time, Xia Changqing felt something was wrong. The logical chain was obviously missing several links and some details did not make sense.

　　But the situation was urgent and there was no time for overthinking.

　　After going to the hospital, Li Muyang's condition gradually stabilized, and the doubts just now came to his mind again.

　　Seeing that Mu Yu was in trouble, Shi Wuzhi habitually reached for his sword.

　　Mu Yu: "…"

　　It's not to the point of killing people to silence them.

He secretly kicked Shi Wuzhi from under the table and gave him a warning look:

　　Don't mess around.

　　You're assaulting a police officer!

　　Shi Wuzhi frowned:

　　Not even a warning?

　　Mu Yu: "…"

　　Of course not!

　　He discovered that there was a difference between the rebel army and the regular army.

　　Like the difference between a wolfhound and a pastoral dog.

　　The former is not completely domesticated...

　　There is obviously a kind of unrestrained sharpness in Shi Wuzhi, which is manifested in his lack of respect for the official organizations of various dynasties, and even a bit of resistance.

　　Rather than saying that he was loyal to the court, it would be more accurate to say that he was loyal to his homeland and to his own beliefs.

　　If you put yourself in their shoes, this is not difficult to understand:

　　As the mixed-race children born of Han women and enemies in the border area, they certainly did not receive the proper care and protection, and were even bullied and excluded.

　　If they had not clearly positioned themselves and had not made solid military achievements, the imperial court would certainly not have taken them seriously.

　　Even so, these rebels who died on the battlefield at a young age were quietly lost in the long river of history.

　　If it weren't for archaeological excavations in later generations, who would have thought that such a group of good men were once buried in those wild lands?

　　Xia Changqing narrowed his eyes and watched his expression change. "By the way, you also had similar behavior last night, as if you were communicating with the air. Is there any necessary connection between the two?"

　　Mu Yu took a small breath.

　　You are truly a professional!

　　When the time came, he calmed down.

　　"Are you interrogating me?"

　　Xia Changqing was stunned. "Ah, no, sorry... You saved someone, which is a great deed. I'm not asking you as a police officer, I'm just... curious."

　　She also realized that her behavior was a bit rash, and added: "Of course, you don't have to say it. I'm sorry to embarrass you."

　　Mu Yu heaved a sigh of relief, his body suddenly relaxed, and he touched his nose and said, "There's nothing I can't tell you, but you may not believe it."

　　Hearing him say this, Xia Changqing became more curious and immediately said with a smile:

　　"I have been a police officer for nearly 20 years and have handled countless bizarre cases. If I tell others about them, they may not believe me."

　　Mu Yu became interested, "Is there any strange case?"

　　Xia Changqing laughed, "We have confidentiality regulations, we can't talk about these things casually."

　　"Oh." Mu Yu sat back obediently.

　　Where should I start?

　　Just as I was thinking about it, the kettle on the stove boiled, the lid started dancing with a "click", and the boiling air squeezed out of the whistle, making a sharp sound.

　　Mu Yu hurried over to stop the fire, fetched some water, and brought over a large jar of reddish-brown paste.

　　"If you're not busy, let's talk while you drink. This is the ginger and jujube tea I made myself. It's best to drink during damp times."

　　He took his and Shi Wuzhi's water cups, opened a clean cup, scooped a large spoonful of boiling water into each cup, and poured it in.

　　He likes sweet food, as long as it is slightly sweet, he is not picky at all.

　　When he was a child, he was weak and would catch a cold at the slightest change in temperature. The old Mu made ginger and jujube tea for him, and he would drink a cup whenever he had time.

　　It also warms the stomach.

　　Cut the ginger into thin strips and fry until dry, leaving a hint of toasted aroma and wok flavor, then boil it with red dates and brown sugar.

　　Cook until it becomes thick, then turn off the heat and add the dried and ground red dates.

　　If you like sweet food, you can add a few drops of honey. After it cools down, seal it in a large jar and it can be stored for a long time.

　　The red dates and ginger paste slowly fell to the bottom of the cup and quickly melted, with dark red traces spreading from the outside. With a light touch, it swayed like seaweed.

　　The sweet taste slowly spreads, mixed with a slight spicy scent.

　　Xia Changqing watched Mu Yu grunt as he made two cups of tea and placed one of them on the empty seat beside him. He said cheerfully, "Drink it while it's hot. It smells delicious."

　　Xia Changqing: "…"

　　what's the situation?

　　Is there anyone sitting next to him?

　　Mu Yu stared at the empty seat for a few seconds, then said happily, "Right? I told you it was delicious."

　　It seems like I'm really talking to someone.

　　Xia Changqing couldn't help but blinking hard, staring at that place again and again.

　　There is indeed no one.

　　As a result, the next moment, the fair-skinned young boss said to her seriously:

　　"As you can see, I went with another friend that day."

　　Xia Changqing: "…Oh."

　　Oh...oh my god!

　　And "as I saw", what did I see?

　　A ball of air?!

　　This child's mental condition is very worrying!

　　Muyu sat back down, "Actually, I can communicate with ghosts."

　　Xia Changqing: "…"

　　Is this child's growth environment really normal?

　　When the police station went to work in the afternoon, colleagues noticed that Xia Changqing's eyes were wandering when he entered the room, and he was obviously in a bad state.

　　"Sister Xia, what's wrong?"

　　The young policeman who partnered with him last night asked carefully.

　　Xia Changqing tried hard to integrate his three views that had been shattered and rebuilt, and hummed a few words vaguely.

　　She sat on the chair for a long while, then suddenly asked, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

　　There was silence in the office at first, and then people started laughing one after another.

　　"What strange thing has Sister Xia encountered again?"

　　"The Scientific Outlook on Development on the wall hasn't been changed yet, so we can't say that."

　　"We are all party members and must believe in materialism..."

　　Xia Changqing looked at the man who was speaking, "Last month, on your grandfather's death anniversary, didn't you take him back to your hometown to burn paper?"

　　The old man blushed and said awkwardly: "This is just for peace of mind."

　　My colleagues followed suit and said, "If you really don't believe it, why are you feeling guilty?"

　　As soon as these words were spoken, the office suddenly fell silent.

　　Who hasn't done things like burning paper at the graves of family elders?

After a while, a sentence came out from somewhere:

　　"Well, actually, when I was in primary school, my grandfather appeared in my dream..."

　　However, the culprit who single-handedly sparked the unscientific discussion in the police station felt completely at ease.

　　At around ten o'clock in the evening, Li Muyang, who had recovered from his shock, called from the hospital and expressed his gratitude profusely.

　　"...From now on, you are my half-brother. If you have anything to say, just tell me. If you frown, I will be a bastard!"

　　Li Muyang said solemnly.

　　Muyu: "...I personally have no objection, but does Auntie know?"

　　Li Muyang: "..."

　　Did you know that it was sabotaged?

　　After chatting with Li Muyang for a few words, Mu Yu hung up the phone.

　　He was about to tell Shi Wuzhi when he suddenly felt as if he was being spied on.

　　"Wuzhi!"

　　He shouted instinctively.

　　Shi Wuzhi appeared in an instant, raised his hand to protect him, and with a thought, golden light became brighter, and the flowing merit instantly blocked the inexplicable sight.

　　A few faint laughs filled the air.

　　A bit weird.

　　But what was even more strange was that both Shi Wushi and Mu Yu found the voice very familiar.

　　It was like a gentle elder whom I had never met before, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

As the laughter faded into the air, the feeling of being spied on also disappeared.

　　Mu Yu blinked. Was it an illusion?

　　I seemed to have vaguely seen a figure just now, and it looked familiar.

　　Where have you seen this before?

　　This doubt was soon answered.

　　The next evening, when the shop was about to close, Xie Bian, dressed in white as usual, came with a young man dressed similarly.

　　Shi Wuzhi drew his sword without a word.

　　Mu Yu hid behind him skillfully, only sticking to his shoulders to show half of his face, "You are so shameless, you bring helpers with you to fight?"

　　After a pause, he shouted again: "Come on if you have the guts, I'm not afraid of you!"

　　After saying that, he patted Shi Wushi's shoulder, clenched his fist and encouraged him: "I believe in you!"

　　Last time I said that if you can't win, just run away, the master didn't seem very happy.

　　There is definitely no problem saying this this time!

　　Shi Wuzhi curled the corners of his mouth, hid the person more tightly with his backhand, and then pointed the tip of the sword at the visitor.

　　Xie Bian: "…"

　　There should be a limit to being partial. You are telling lies with your eyes open. Please take a closer look. Who is the idiot who draws his sword when he meets someone?

　　I don't know what the Lord likes about you, that he even didn't pursue the matter of the destruction of the Scroll of Life and Death.

　　Thinking of this, he became even more indignant, and simply sat down with a big horse and a golden sword, slapping the table, "Bring up the good wine and good food!"

　　The Seventh Master is going to bankrupt you!