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Guo Bingsheng lives on Nanmen Street not far from Tiananmen Square. The three-way courtyard house faces south and covers an area of ??more than 4,000 square meters. It was once the ancestral home of the Guo family.
It has only been ten years since Guo Bingsheng left the capital, and this century-old house that has witnessed the Guo family from ordinary to prosperous has been dilapidated.
The doors and windows are severely corroded, and there are traces of oily smoke everywhere. The walls have been eroded by rainwater and are uneven, revealing the weathered blue bricks. One or two weeds can be faintly seen in the gaps between the rubble on the corridor eaves.
"That's it, it's still the same after I asked someone to clean it up. At that time, I pulled out six cars of garbage. Just for this, the old master who helped me asked me an extra yuan for hard work." Guo Bingsheng said at the same time. He said, while beating his lower back with his right hand behind his back.
The old house of the Guo family is a typical brick and wood structure building. There are 13 houses in total, with a total of 57 rooms. Paint color painting, we can see how luxurious it was back then.
But right now, Guo Bingsheng just cleaned up the main house and the kitchen, and the other rooms are still sealed.
"I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to completely repair this house." Guo Bingsheng shook his head, with a helpless expression, he picked up the kettle on the table and poured Song Fengchen a glass of water.
Song Fengchen took it with both hands, and only said: "I see that the old man is quite lonely guarding such a big house by himself. Why don't you invite some servants to come back and talk to you with you."
If it had been a few years earlier, Song Fengchen would never have dared to say such a thing. However, the current situation is becoming more and more stable, Xi Gong is about to ascend to the top, and society is becoming more and more open. Some behaviors that were originally labeled as pursuing a bourgeois lifestyle during the great turmoil have quietly emerged in the past two years.
Just to avoid unnecessary trouble, those who have this capital will not tell others that this is a servant hired by his family, and usually use distant relatives to prevaricate, Song Fengchen remembers that this is what the Du family did in his impression.
"That's not necessary. I like to be quiet now. It's good to live alone. If there are too many people in the house, I will feel uncomfortable." Guo Bingsheng waved his hand, and after speaking, he covered his mouth and yawned.
It's strange to say that I was in good spirits in the car just now, but I felt a little tired when I got home. It was the same this morning, if he hadn't been thinking about the Wei family's invitation, he would always have the feeling that he could sleep forever.
Song Fengchen put down the water glass: "If the old man feels sleepy, you might as well go to rest first. By the way, where is the prescription that Mr. Zheng gave you just now, give it to me, and I will help you go to the hospital to get the medicine back."
Guo Bingsheng didn't really want to bother Song Fengchen, but the sleepiness in his mind kept going against him. He shook his head, "Then I'll trouble Brother Song."
"No trouble." Song Fengchen smiled.
Having said that, Guo Bingsheng stood up, not knowing whether he was not standing still or something else, he staggered for a while, and then he stood up by holding on to the table.
Seeing his lack of energy, Song Fengchen quickly reached out to support him: "I'll help you to the bedroom."
Guo Bingsheng nodded in a daze: "OK."
Pushing open the bedroom door, a cool breeze blows in, the room is dark, the curtains are drawn, and a few scattered rays of light come in.
Song Fengchen frowned slightly, always feeling that something was weird, but he couldn't tell.
He helped Guo Bingsheng to bed, and he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.
Song Fengchen covered him with a quilt before standing up.
He looked around and started pacing the room.
However, after turning it around three times in a row, I still didn't find any problem.
Probably because he is too sensitive!
Thinking of this, Song Fengchen barely suppressed the doubts in his heart.
But he didn't want to, just when he turned around and was about to go out, there was a slight stabbing pain on his forehead.
He looked up, facing a slightly worn-out beam above his head. He took a step back and the sting was gone. Going back to the distance, the stinging pain appeared again.
Song Fengchen sighed, his eyes fell on the wooden table beside him, and then he raised his breath, stepped on the edge of the wooden table, soared into the air, touched the wooden beam with his left hand, and when he landed, there was an extra piece on his hand brick.
To be precise, it is a brick wrapped in a white cloth, and nine pieces of paper money are wrapped in the white cloth.
It turned out to be such a gadget, no wonder he didn't notice it for a while.
His mind moved slightly, and he let go of his hand. The stack of paper money that fell on the ground suddenly burst into flames, and ignited the white cloth next to it.
Western Suburb Wood Factory.
"Little Huang, hand in hand¡ª"
Hearing a sudden exclamation, the young man called Xiao Huang withdrew his hand subconsciously.
When he regained his senses, he realized that if he hadn't retracted his hands in time, his hands would have been cut in half by the cutting machine along with the wooden board.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man who spoke just now couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He cursed: "Little Huang, what's the matter, can you be distracted while cutting wood? If I didn't see it just now, today you The hands are gone"
Xiao Huang also had lingering fears. Facing the middle-aged man's scolding, he was powerless to refute, and could only say: "Yes, master, I was careless."
He can't say that just now, a strong uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart, and then he was distracted.
Seeing Xiao Huang's good attitude of admitting his mistakes, the anger in the eyes of the middle-aged man disappeared a lot: "Be careful next time, you know?"
"I know, I know." Xiao Huang said repeatedly.
As soon as the words fell, his face turned pale, followed by a mouthful of blood sprayed on the middle-aged man's face, and then he fell down staring.
The middle-aged man wiped the blood on his face reflexively, and suddenly came back to his senses, looked down at Xiao Huang, who was on the ground and twitching all over, his pupils tightened, and he shouted: "Xiao Huang¡ª¡ª"
"Brother Song?" Guo Bingsheng's voice suddenly sounded in the room.
He sat up, not knowing how to explain the fact that he suddenly lost sleepiness.
After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on the fire at Song Fengchen's feet, and he couldn't help asking: "This is it?"
"You're awake." Song Fengchen raised his head, patted the dust off his palms, and then told him the ins and outs of the matter.
"Brick wears filial piety?" After an exclamation, Guo Bingsheng fell into silence. Just hearing the word filial piety, he knew that it would definitely not be a good word.
"Volume 7 of "Shuo Yu Xu" quotes Yang Mu's "Xishu Miscellaneous Notes" as saying: Ziren hates the town, and Gaitong is cursed by witches You Gaoqiao Han's family is engaged in construction, and there are 40 people who wear mourning clothes. For the rest of the year, the wall was destroyed by wind and rain, and a filial scarf was hidden in the wall, and it was tied with bricks, which meant that the bricks were used to wear filial piety."
"To put it simply, those who receive this curse will experience constant mourning in the Lord's house." Song Fengchen said: "Don't worry, old man, this spell is easy to cast, and it's not difficult to break it. And once the spell is broken, the troublemakers behind the scenes It will inevitably be backlashed, ranging from paralyzed half of the body, to severe death on the spot."
"Brother Song, do you know who is killing me behind my back?" Guo Bingsheng's face was sullen, and his eyes couldn't hide his anger. He thought that the sudden deterioration of his health was due to a fall in the shower a few days ago, but he didn't expect that Someone was plotting to kill him behind his back.
"I have to ask Mr. Guo yourself about this. After you moved in, who has been in this room?" Song Fengchen said.
Guo Bingsheng frowned, this really doesn't count, since the old house was returned from above, there have been no less than five waves of workers from all walks of life, not counting the people who lived here before .
Song Fengchen understood: "It's not difficult to find the murderer behind the scenes. The old man can write down all the people who have been here, and check slowly. Whoever has an accident today will be the one who killed you."
"Understood." Guo Bingsheng nodded, took a deep breath, and said gratefully: "I am really grateful to Brother Song. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know if I was killed by someone"
After that, there was another thank you, so I don't need to mention it again.
Half an hour after leaving Guo's house, I got on the bus. Because the road ahead collapsed, the driver was forced to change the driving route, and this turn led to Ximen Street.
Song Fengchen saw the retro signboard of March Cafe.
Since I happened to be passing by, I would like to bring Xu Shujian two pieces of cheesecake and a mango milkshake back home. This is his favourite.
With that in mind, Song Fengchen got out of the car decisively while taking advantage of the parking space.
"I'm sorry, sir, the mangoes in the store just ran out, but our clerk has gone to the fruit store to buy them and is expected to be back in ten minutes. Would you like to wait here for a while, or change to a different drink?" the front desk clerk said. Said with an apologetic face.
"Then I'll wait." Song Fengchen smiled, there was no other way.
"Okay, sir, please sit upstairs, and I will let you know if things are ready."
"Okay." Song Fengchen nodded, picked up a copy of the Beijing Daily from the newspaper rack, and went upstairs.
There were few people upstairs, so Song Fengchen found an empty table and sat down, but he didn't want to hear a familiar voice from the next door just as he spread out the newspaper.
"You are looking for me, what is the matter?"
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