Chapter 146 The Spy

After retreating out of Sun Qianwen's room, Pan Hongsheng grabbed a coat and went out of the door. He drove all the way to the history teacher's house at a red light.

Seeing that this secret is about to be solved, now nothing but a woman can stop his curiosity!

The history teacher is old-fashioned, and the place where he lives is also the quadrangle courtyard of the old city. This kind of quadrangle is said to be more valuable than the building in the city center. It belongs to some kind of cultural heritage or something like that. There has always been a legend in the capital that a good quadrangle courtyard is more valuable than a building!

It is almost the dream of many elders to have a set of quadrangle courtyards. There are really few real quadrangle courtyards, and there are very few well-preserved ones.

These quadrangles left two centuries ago are mostly the residences of those large families. It is said that some residents can also find gold bars and jewelry in the eaves and walls. Decades ago, many people were anxious to change from the quadrangle courtyards where their ancestors lived to buildings. Decades later, these quadrangle courtyards became popular.

Surrounded by buildings in the quadrangle courtyard area, there must be many developers whose eyes are red. However, at this moment, many quadrangle residents in the world are not interested in those slight compensation measures. Although forced demolition is common in various places, the ** position in Beijing is still relatively restrained.

Of course, Pan Hongsheng's car can't drive in. He can only lie in the limited space outside the alley. There are all kinds of cars outside the alley, including many expensive sports cars. It seems that not all the poor talents like history teachers live in this old courtyard.

It took a lot of effort to park, because the car inside had already been crowded with radishes and pits, and it took him a lot of effort to find a corner to stop.

Although he came to the history teacher's residence once, he still went through the wrong door several times. No wonder that this alley is much more difficult to find than the building. Pan Hongsheng finally saw the wrinkled old face of the "Turtle Fairy".

"Oh, come to visit so late!"

"The Turtle Fairy" was very surprised: "Now you young people are really used to the nightlife! What time is it..."

"I'm sorry, teacher, there's really something academic..." Pan Hongsheng suddenly remembered that it was a rude and impolite thing to visit empty-handed like this. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed: "I'm really sorry, teacher. Isn't there no one else at home?"

"Oh! Just me and my little nanny... There is no one else, come in..." The history teacher seemed to be a little reluctant. After Pan Hongsheng went in, she saw the little nanny in his family. She could only say that she was a handsome look. It's hard to believe that such a beautiful woman would come to be a little nanny. In fact, history is old. It's even more unimaginable that such an old scholar can afford to hire a babysitter.

"Xiao He, I'll talk to the students about something. You can go to bed first..." The history teacher's words made Pan Hong thunder: It doesn't matter whether they sleep or not? It seems that this old guy is indeed well-founded when he is called a turtle fairy by girls!

The little nanny's slender body, wearing a red plum sweater, silently went to the side room. The history teacher poured a cup of tea dregs for Pan Hongsheng and asked curiously, "Come to me so late, or is it about the ancient book?"

"Yes, teacher!" Pan Hongsheng quickly took out the book and opened the last page with blood: "What do you mean by looking at the last few pages?"

"I knew it when you gave it to me. This is not an imitation, is it?"

Obviously, the history teacher is not a fool. He knows that in his heart.

"That's right, this is authentic!" Pan Hongsheng said bluntly, "But you don't have to worry about the origin of this thing. It was bought by a friend of mine from overseas. Maybe the book itself is worthless, but what is valuable is the secret recorded in it..."

The history teacher shook his head gently: "I think it's a little suspenseful. These contents seem to be just a private message, and the sentences written are inverted and difficult to understand. They are not worth much money."

"I know, but I'm very interested in it... Please translate it for me again..." Pan Hongsheng said and handed over the bloody page.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do. Young people are very curious!" As a result, the history teacher's face changed at a glance! The flabby flesh on his face trembled violently! The teacup in my hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces!

"This! This is!?" The history teacher suddenly trembled all over and couldn't speak! One hand covered his throat tightly, and his eyes were round!

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Pan Hongsheng was so scared that his face was earthy: "It doesn't matter, right?"

But the history teacher had collapsed. After falling down, he muttered to himself: "Gouthen...Gouthen Emperor..."

Pan Hongsheng quickly bent down and found that the teacher had died of breath! When I die, my eyes almost protrude from my eyes, and my long tongue spit out, which is very terrible!

"Little auntie! Little auntie?" Pan Hongsheng called the little nanny who lived in the side house. He shouted more than a dozen times but no one responded. The house was dark and he didn't know what he was doing.

The ambulance came in time. Looking at the doctor and nurse hanging up the oxygen machine for the teacher, Pan Hongsheng was finally relieved when he sat in the ambulance.

Gou Chen Emperor? What the hell? Pan Hongsheng didn't know what the teacher meant when he said about Gou Chen Emperor at this time, but he knew that it must be related to the content of the ancient books.

Looking at the teacher with a ventilator, Pan Hongsheng fell into a deep fog: What on earth did the teacher do? Does the old disease recur? Why did the last few pages of ancient books give him so much excitement?

Where did the beautiful little aunt go again?

Just now, when Pan Hongsheng took the teacher to the ambulance, he kicked open the door of the side room and saw that it was empty and there was no figure for a long time.

The doubts made him puzzled, but one thing he was sure that the ancient scroll in his hand seemed to have been targeted by someone!

This feeling was particularly clear when he left the teacher's home. When he got into the ambulance with the teacher, he seemed to have a pair of eyes staring at himself in the dark corner, observing his every move...

When he looked around, there was only a dark response to him.

It was silent in the middle of the night, and the alarm bell of the ambulance seemed to be broken, but the light on the car kept flashing...

The doctors and nurses wearing masks in the car are all as cold as frosty faces, like a wax figure.

"Doctor, is my teacher all right?"

"It's okay. It's just a relapse of the old disease. His heart is not good and he has been in shock for a while. We have given him special medicine and will go directly to the intensive care unit later!" The doctor wearing a white mask's voice was very cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Pan Hongsheng was stunned for a moment, and then stared at the doctor with a sneer: "Isn't it better to go to the morgue?"