Da Song Private Investigator

The singing in the middle of the night, the deep lullaby, reverberated in Hwarang's mind from time to time, and Hwarang couldn't sleep well all night, as if to him, the singing seemed to be a curse, an unsettling feeling. down the spell.

A ray of sunlight from the sky poured down through the window sills, and Hwarang's drowsy head felt a little bit touched by someone, and then there was a sound of anger, and the sound of getting out of bed, but these Hwarangs didn't want to know, he just wanted to have a good sleep, Because last night, he slept really late.

The autumn wind is getting more bleak, and the autumn sunshine looks very sluggish in the morning, just like the Hwarang this morning.

When Hwarang woke up and was sitting on the bed in a daze, Wen Meng brought the face wash and asked, "Did you hear that singing again last night?"

Hwarang nodded: "I heard it, and I can hear it clearly!" Hwarang said while washing his face, but at this time, Wen Meng suddenly became interested and asked quickly: "Did you hear it clearly? What song is it? "

"It's a lullaby!" So, Hwarang said the lyrics he heard last night. After he finished speaking, he sank slightly, and then continued, "I don't know what's sad for the singer."

This sentence seemed to be said to himself, but Wen Meng heard it clearly. After hearing it, she was slightly taken aback, as if she also heard that low lullaby in her sleep last night.

When eating breakfast, everyone looked a little weird, especially when he was at a loss. He hesitated to speak several times on the dining table, and finally, for some reason, he took a deep breath, and then said: " Did you hear anything last night?"

Hwarang and Wen Meng's eyes immediately cast their eyes on Yin Wuzuo, which made Yin Wuzuo feel very uncomfortable. At this time, Hwarang's face showed a hint of realization. The singing was very low last night, and he could hear it. Then a master like Yin Wuzuo would naturally hear it too.

At this time, neither Hwarang nor Wen Meng opened their mouths, and they were even more uncomfortable when they were at a loss. After a slight sigh, they said, forget it, but just as he said this, Hwarang suddenly said: "What you said is singing?"

There was a flash of light in Yin Wushu's eyes: "Did you hear that too?"

Hwarang nodded: "I've heard it for two nights, but I didn't pay much attention to it for the first time. Last night I found the singing very strange, so after breakfast, I wanted to go to the government office."

Hwarang's intentions were not clearly stated, but everyone knew it. Since the singing voice was weird, it was natural to investigate.

Yin Wuzuo nodded: "It is indeed necessary to go to the government office. After listening to the singing last night, people had an indescribable feeling. It felt like... like..." Yin Wuzuo was like There were several of them, but they just couldn't say it out, and at this moment, Hwarang suddenly said: "It's like a mother who has experienced suffering in the world singing a song that no one seems to be listening to."

"That's right, that's the feeling. This feeling makes people's hearts move suddenly."

Hwarang also felt this way, he sighed, put down his chopsticks, and said, "If everyone has finished eating, let's go to the Fuya."

Autumn in Chang'an comes earlier than in the south, so at this time, bleakness and withering can be seen everywhere, but in this city of Chang'an, bleak and withered can't hinder the excitement of the people, because autumn is the season of harvest and reunion. On days like this, everyone just wants to be happy.

Walking in the bustling street, looking at the cheerful people, Hwarang suddenly thought of the singing last night. I wonder if the singing girl is also like the people on the street, because of the autumn, she is happy?

Come to think of it, probably not, who would sing low-pitched songs on the deserted streets when they are happy?

The gate of the government office is a bit cold, presumably everyone is busy with the crops in the field, so those conflicts and trivial matters are put aside for the time being. In this world, what is more important to have a good harvest and enough food?

At least, for people in this era, having enough food is indeed the most important thing.

Seeing that it was Hualang and the others, the yamen servants in front of the mansion quickly greeted them, and invited them to the living room without announcing them. After a few people sat in the living room for a while, a burst of laughter suddenly came from outside, and then, Li Jingan He walked towards the living room with big strides, and said as he walked, "Why do you come to my place when you have time?"

After Li Jingan finished speaking, he had already sat down, while Hua Lang smiled lightly and said, "The reason why I came here today is really because I need Master Li's help with a small matter."

Li Jingan was a little surprised, because as far as he knew, Hwarang never said that he needed his help on any small matter, and what needed his help must be a major event, and this major event was not convenient for Hwarang to do.

After pondering for a while, Li Jingan asked: "I don't know what kind of trivial matter requires Mr. Hua to go there in person?"

Hwarang smiled, and naturally could hear the joke in Li Jingan's words, but at this time he didn't want to waste any more time, so he told the story of hearing the singing last night and the night before, after speaking, Li Jingan slightly Surprised, said: "It turned out to be such a thing?"

This kind of thing is indeed a trivial matter, and it cannot be too small, it can even be ignored by people, Li Jingan shrugged and said: "I, Li Jingan, helped with this kind of trivial matter, whoever told you that it was brought up by you dude. "

Hwarang smiled, he believed that as long as Li Jingan made a move, the singer in the middle of the night would be found.

When we left the mansion, the autumn clouds were a bit dark, but it didn't mean it was raining, the wind blew cool, blowing Hua Lang's clothes up, and after returning home, everyone didn't do anything. They were just waiting for news in the mansion, but even in the evening, Li Jingan didn't send anyone to deliver the news.

The night is getting darker, the sky is getting darker, the clouds are not raining, the wind whizzes through the window lattice, and blows into the room through the crack of the window, but when it hits people's faces, it is sultry and hot.

The dark clouds that have been brewing for a long time may be about to rain.

Hwarang stood in front of the window and stared at the courtyard outside. He was a little uneasy. If it rained, would he not be able to hear the singing?Or, under the heavy rain, the singer will no longer appear in the empty street?

The wind suddenly became wild, sweeping away the sultry heat just now. I don’t know when it started, the courtyard in front of Hwarang’s window was full of leaves, and the leaves fell rustlingly, as if a lonely heart suddenly lost rely on.

The night was getting darker and the wind was getting louder, but it wasn't raining. Hwarang was concentrating, but the street outside was only the sound of the wind instead of the deep lullaby.