Chapter 48 The Hermit

An Daoman

An Daoman calculated the date. Today is August 5th. I unfolded the hard paper in my hand with the light that was not very bright in the room. It was an invitation:

"Predecessor An: Wu Song, a student, will marry his lover Haisha on August 8 and hold a banquet in Guihua Building. In addition, the Wu family also reopened the osmanthus real estate on the same day, hoping that the predecessors would appreciate it. Wu Song sworn."

This was given to him by Wu Song in the morning. In fact, An Daoman knew about this, and he even saw the invitations received by ordinary merchants and noticed the difference. Obviously, what I received was special, completely written in Wu Song's tone, and also expressed the engagement before the opening. A senior in the invitation, claiming to be a student, is also extremely respectful.

An Daoman hasn't had such a respectable feeling for a long time. He has been a masterpiece since he came to Yanggu. Although the county seat of Yanggu is not large, there are many people in the surrounding villages, and murders happen almost every day. As the only masterpiece in Yanggu, he also works with the dead all day long, and the world of the living seems to have nothing to do with him. Living people seem to regard him as a taboo. Whether it is walking or eating, they try their best to do it.

An Daoman is also used to this. So when Wu Song first became the leader, he just continued to hide himself until the conversation and the respect in his words.

In fact, what do I have to respect? My glory and my talent are all in the past. Now I'm just a drooping old man. All I have is a little knowledge and skills. It feels good to be respected. An Dao thought silently.

Andorman is eager to talk to people, because although he lives in a world full of living people, he is isolated by the world of the living, just like living on an island overseas. He was forced to be a hermit in the noisy market.

Large hidden in the city?

An Daoman doesn't feel this way. Life and fate, memories and thoughts bring him pain. Even on a quiet night, he doesn't want to touch it.

Let's get to business. On lonely nights, the feeling of time passing is not obvious, so it is also necessary to seize the time. An Daoman took out a paper bag from the cabinet next to him, which was the chicken blood cinnabar he bought at the Siemens pharmacy. Andoman opened the paper bag. Pour the chicken blood cinnabar into a flat plate and fiddled with it with your fingers.

Well, it's very good. It's Changhua's chicken blood stone that has been beaten into powder, and nothing else has been processed. It may be more appropriate to call it stone powder. An Daoman thought while fiddling.

Then An Daoman took out a dagger from his arms. This dagger is not a gold stone structure, but an ancient weapon, and the front end is very sharp. He gently tapped the thumb of his right hand with a dagger, and a drop of blood immediately appeared on his thumb. An Daoman pressed his thumb on the chicken blood cinnabar with this drop of blood. The blood was very sticky, and some of the cinnabar was stuck to the blood. And An Dao seemed to be chanting in the air. He stood up calmly, put down the dagger, and gently twisted the thumb stuck to the mixture of cinnabar and blood between his eyebrows.

An Daoman hurriedly picked up the bronze mirror from the table and looked carefully. The two eyebrows saw that the cinnabar and blood were twisted by their fingers with a ripple of water from top to bottom.

"It's very good. It doesn't look like it hasn't been used for many years." An Daoman took a long breath. He had just been worried that he had not been like this for many years. He would not grasp the time and feel well at once. He could not perfectly twist the ripples of cinnabar blood between his eyebrows and looked in the mirror before he felt relieved. Then An Dao took a rest for a while and tidyed up his breath for a long time. He put on his clothes and pushed the door out of the room. His room is also in the county government, just in an inconspicuous corner.

An Dao looked up, and the moth moon was about to fall, and it looked even more starry on an autumn night. Counting the time, um, it's okay, there's no delay.

Turn left and right to a more remote corner of the county government. If An Daoman's residence is a door, it is rare to be visited. This is the most taboo place in the county government - the morgue. After the murder, the body will be parked here. Of course, some ownerless bodies will also be parked like this until there are signs of decay.

Pull open the door of the morgue, and a strong smell of corpses came to win the face. But for An Daoman, this is a kind taste, and the dead will never say no to him.

I hope it will be the same today.

There is only one body in the morgue. Recently, there have been relatively few murders, and after the general murder case is dealt with, the body will also be claimed. However, no one came to claim the body, of course, which was expected by An Daoman. Of course, there should be two bodies, but Wu Song didn't want others to know more about Wang Sen, so after Wang Sen committed suicide, the body was quickly disposed of. The last name he used lying in the morgue was Ma San. Of course, he has a bigger name - Faceless.

An Daoman pulled a chair from the corner of the wall and sat next to Ma San's body. I looked carefully. It was very good. The body was not rotten. It seemed that my medicine had a great effect. At that time, when I gave Ma San's autopsy, I had a good chat with Wu Song. I thought about whether to go to this point and save the body. It seems that the previous choice was right.

An Daoman raised his right hand and gently pressed Ma San's forehead. He felt the ripples of water between his eyebrows shaking, like the beating of his heart. Dong, Dong, Dong. Then there was a feeling from his right hand, as if his hand could pass through Ma San's skull and enter his skull. An Daoman stopped at this time and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his left hand.

After a short break, exert your right hand. Following the shaking of the water lines between his eyebrows, he pinched it with his right hand, and the pinching range continued to increase. Finally, his right hand turned into a fist, and An Daoman felt that the water lines between his eyebrows also stopped beating, so he breathed: "Finally it's done."

"Ma San, you should be able to hear me. Maybe I should call you faceless." An Daoman withdrew his right hand and said slowly.

"You actually know that I am faceless and can still talk to the dead." The other party was obviously surprised. On Ma San's body, a faint blood fog gradually spewed out, and the fog outlined a vague human figure. Although this figure is a little scribbled, it is also good at the details, very similar to the freehand landscape. Only the face of the blood shadow is blank.

"I'm An Daoman." An Daoman did not hide anything and reported his real name.

"An Daoman, An Daoman." The other party slowly read the name, which seemed to be very familiar, but kept thinking: "Di Lingxing?" The shadow of blood asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's the old man. It seems that the knowledge of faceless people is extraordinary. An Dao was full of hehe and followed his beard.

"This is not surprising. Characters like the Earth Spirit Star, faceless people naturally understand, just like you know faceless people. Decades ago, in Jiankang Mansion, the respected driver once saved the organization of the faceless, so the name of the Earth Spirit Star has been very popular. When Xue Ying spoke, he seemed to bow his head and bow to salute.

"I was young at that time and didn't know about it. Besides, it was all in the past. There have been many changes over the years, and my brother An Daoquan has inherited half of my manor. Maybe he will be really regarded as a spirit star in the future. I, an old man, am going to die in Yanggu. An Daoman spoke secludedly, as if what he was saying had nothing to do with him.

"What do you want to ask me when I appear? It would be a pity if this time is used to catch up. Blood Shadow reminded.

"Yes, you're right. I have something to ask you. Why do faceless people appear in Yanggu? I'm afraid your image of Wu Song is not just about making money. Besides, how much money can Wu Song have? Andao's eyes tightened and shone light.

"You're right. I pretend to be Wu Song to find an opportunity to kill the real Wu Song, and then the faceless can control Yanggu." The blood shadow did not pause at all and replied.

"What do you do to control Yanggu?" An Daoman continued to ask.

"Although I'm dead, I can't answer this question. The driver should also understand that once I reveal the secrets of the organization, someone will bring me up and torture me like the driver. I'm already a hundred people, and I don't want to cause a lot of trouble to myself. The blood shadow speaks quickly, and the outline is constantly blurred.

This is what An Dao is satisfied with, and the other party doesn't want to say it, and there is nothing he can do. He was silent for a moment and asked, "Is Wu Song still in danger?"

The other party was stunned when he heard this question. Although I shouldn't have said this, I insisted on asking, and I can't refute the face of my predecessors too much. Wu Song must die. Wu Song is not dead. Faceless people can't control Yanggu. To be honest, I don't know the stakes involved. But like you, this person is a star official on the inscription, and he is a star, which I know. After saying this, the blood-colored fog trembled and suddenly disappeared. Ma San's body also turned into fine sand, and the tide spread like a sand tower.

An Dao got up and turned out. He felt that his body seemed to be rapidly aging. This kind of blood magic consumed a lot, and his body could no longer collect other blood. He could only use chicken blood cinnabar, a similar to blood, as a medium to ask questions.

However, the answer obtained is the real answer that An Daoman doesn't want to hear. An Daoman did not return to his room, but stood on the open space of the county government, looking at the stars in the sky. What I asked myself can't even become intelligence. Maybe tonight's plan is meaningless.

Sure enough, it's time to be different. After thinking about it for so long, it has a useless ending. It would be great if I could go back to the past, back to when I was still in Jiankang Mansion, back to when I was a teenager.

An Dao looked at the sky with infinite nostalgia. The stars are brilliant, and Sirius has risen.