Drunken and faintly dreaming

The past few months have been the most annoying rainy season of the year in Mangcang Mountain, and this year’s rainy season seems to rain more and last longer...

However, even if it is raining from the sky, it is always falling. Under the misty rain curtain, local residents can often see a figure holding an umbrella and walking in the rain these days -

—He is none other than Song Che, the prosecutor who shoulders the heavy responsibility of solving the case.

Due to the shocking discovery of two hunters in the back mountain yesterday afternoon, the originally shrouded case was covered with a layer of dark smoke... Invisibly, it added more pressure to Song Che, who was in charge of the case.

The bizarre rumors about the "Wolf Demon" in Mangcang Mountain spread from one to ten, and then to a hundred. It took only two or three days for it to spread to Soseki Town, and now it has spread throughout Yong'an County. So, in Yong'an County,

In various cities and towns, those people who usually like to make trouble on the streets did not hesitate to add some "violent information" to this strange incident, making the rumors of "Wolf Demon" become more and more evil...

Early the next morning, Song Che, the official who received the tip, felt extremely anxious - because if such a bizarre rumor reached the ears of the state official, he would definitely be severely reprimanded by his superiors! So for today

What should I do? Song Che secretly felt annoyed in his heart: This time he came to Soseki Town for business, the journey was really full of ups and downs!

Song Che, who felt his head was a little big, walked back and forth in an alley next to the guardhouse with his hands behind his back... Just when his thoughts were very confused, he suddenly raised his head - and almost bumped into someone! The other person

Who is it? Kong Rong, the leader of the guard station.

At this time, Kong Rong's face was full of veins and he looked angry, as if someone owed him half a fortune.

"Commander Kong? What are you angry about?" Song Che asked bluntly.

"Hmph, what an ignorant bitch! How dare he not come to the guard station for more than a day." Kong Rong smashed his fist on the wall next to him.

"How could the commander, who usually looks so mature, be like this now? Is this in line with his usual behavior?" Song Che was quite familiar with Zhongji. At the moment, out of professional sensitivity, he couldn't

I asked consciously.

"Humph, if it had been done in the past - I wonder if he would dare?" Kong Rong, a provocateur, has always been vulgar and straightforward in his speech.

"Before? He didn't dare to do it? What did Commander Kong say about the truth here?" Song Che noticed that Kong Rong had something to say, and it seemed that he had not finished what he said.

"In the past...he was just a big-headed soldier in the past. Even if you lent him ten courages, he would never dare." Kong Rong suddenly realized that his mouth was too smooth, and he actually leaked "the bottom of the pot."

"Materials", so he hurriedly excused himself.

"Zhongji..." Song Che, relying on his intuition from many years of handling cases, vaguely felt that there should be some clues to solve the case in this Zhongji.

…

Since it would be difficult to catch the murderer for a while, after Qiu Laosi's pleading, the Yamen agreed that he should take back Qiu Laoliu's remains and arrange for burial. In this way, in the remote bamboo forest outside the village, more people were found.

A lonely grave.

Towards the end of the day, all the mountain people returned to the village early, and the surrounding mountains and forests were silent - except for a few occasional birdsong and the slight sound of leaves falling to the ground.

At this moment, a tall and thin old man appeared in front of the little earthbag where Qiu Laoliu rested quietly. The old man respectfully burned three sticks of incense, knelt down and knelt down to worship the soul of the deceased. Then, he again

Silently squatting down and burning a bunch of paper money...

"Brother Qiu, Brother Yu, I can't help you!" The thin old man burst into tears and choked up, "It was me who should have died the night before yesterday." This person who quietly came to pay homage to Qiu Laoliu was none other than me.

"Northern Tiger" Xin Zhuihu.

Xin Zhuihu fell into a heartbroken state for a moment. All he could think about at this moment was the scene in the middle of the night the day before yesterday...

More than 20 years ago, Xin Zhuihu rescued Qiu Laoliu, who had been frightened half-stupidly, from the giant palm of a brown bear. Since then, the two of them have become sworn friends and have shared a fate.

friendship.

At three o'clock the night before yesterday, Xin Zhuihu, who was exhausted, tired and hungry, was carrying a bamboo basket on his back and marching very hard on the dangerous mountain road. Suddenly, a very familiar voice to him sounded from the trees nearby:

"Brother Xin, why are you here?"

Xin Zhuihu immediately recognized that the other party was either an enemy or a friend, so he whispered back: "How about I lend you some light?" When he got closer and took a closer look, he realized that he had met his old friend Qiu Laoliu, and he couldn't help but secretly think to himself.

Fortunately.

So, Xin Zhuihu went to Qiu Laoliu's small wooden house to look at the woods and rested for a while. He also drank some water and ate some dry food. After asking about the reason, the old-fashioned Qiu Laoliu insisted on replacing his old friend.

, carrying the bamboo basket in the light and continuing on the road. At the same time, Xin Zhuihu hid in the dark and was responsible for escorting him along the way.

In this way, the two old friends cooperated with each other openly and secretly, which allowed Xin Zhuihu to display his kung fu. Then he took action one after another - killing several "Yakhas" who had lurked in advance with the intention of secretly committing murder.

In that extremely long dark night, the two old men supported each other and tried their best to move forward. Unknowingly, they could already see the lights on Soseki's watchtower.

The moment he approached the edge of the area illuminated by the light, Xin Zhuihu's eyes keenly caught a dangerous cold light flashing somewhere nearby - so he quickly followed the traces to take strict precautions. However, that cold light

But it always disappears in a flash, and its traces are always erratic...

With many years of bloody experience in the world, Xin Zhuihu knew in his heart: There should be a crossbow master lurking not far away, and the opponent was trying to confuse the opponent by constantly changing positions - it seemed that he must be an experienced person.

Man! After understanding this, Xin Zhuihu did not dare to slack off anymore and began to work harder and harder to search for traces of his opponent.

Just as an abnormal situation occurred on Xin Zhuihu's side, Qiu Laoliu had already walked into the open space covered by the lights of the sentry tower...

The shooter lurking in the forest moved further and further away, as if he was deliberately trying to distract Xin Zhuihu. For a time, it was difficult for Xin Zhuihu to take care of so many things by himself, and he also felt that the sentry tower

There shouldn't be any trouble over there.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened, and a shrill scream instantly tore through the night sky, shattering the large mass of heavy ink-colored smoke, and the cold drizzle began to patter down again...