Sheriff, give me a smile~

When Li Bai arrived at the government office, he was told that Di Renjie and a group of officials were discussing the assassin case.

Recently, the patrols in Chang'an City have become more and more strict. In the morning and evening, a large number of officers and soldiers will patrol around with heavy weapons, causing panic.

As long as the assassin's case is not closed, the city of Chang'an will not be safe for a day.

Li Bai knew it, so he couldn't bother him, but he really wanted to see him.

Just quietly.

Just one glance.

Climb over the wall and fall into the inner courtyard.

Li Bai gently opened the side window of the meeting room a small crack.

Through the gap, he saw the magistrate sitting on the top seat and frowning tightly, listening to his subordinates express their opinions.

The frown is so tight, is the case getting more and more complicated?I really want to reach out to help him smooth the brow.

Li Bai raised his hand and twitched his fingers, suddenly remembering that he was outside, his hand finally dropped.

Yuan Fang in the room seemed to have heard something, and suddenly raised his big ears, his eyes swept away and he saw someone by the window.

Li Bai!

Yuan Fang opened her eyes wide and moved her mouth to say something, but was abruptly stopped by Li Bai's silence.

Li Bai looked at Di Renjie quietly, and the uneasiness in his heart was gradually replaced by gentleness and tranquility.

Yuan Fang quietly glanced at Li Bai.

There was a focus and tenderness in the man's eyes that he didn't even notice.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

The moment Li Bai closed the window and left, Di Renjie suddenly raised his eyes to look this way.

However, there is nothing to look at with both eyes.

The touch of white clothes that just drifted past, is it an illusion?

Just like many years ago.

When the young poet in white clothes left, he sat on the roof and had a long talk with himself all night.

When the east was pale, when the city gates opened slowly, and when the morning bell of Ganye Temple rang, Li Bai finally stood up.

"I am leaving."

Di Renjie also stood up, bowed his head in thought for a moment, and suddenly took out a short wooden flute from his sleeve.

"This is……"

"For you."

Li Bai stretched out his hand to take it, and looked down at the ancient and simple piccolo for a moment, feeling unspeakably warm in addition to being pleasantly surprised.

"A farewell gift, made with my own hands, even though it's simple, I can't give it up. Of course, if you have to dislike it...then I can't help it."

Li Bai smiled: "How can you dislike it, I like it very much, thank you Huaiying."

"The city gate is open, you go ahead. Be careful on the road, take care."

"treasure."

At that time, Di Renjie once thought, if one day Li Bai wanted to leave, what would he do in such a carefree and leisurely way?

Is it riding a horse and singing, or driving a boat and drinking wine?

But neither.

The way he left was nothing short of ordinary.

On a morning when the cock crowed and everything was still, he jumped off his roof, slowly walked out of the backyard, through the third gate, through the second gate, and finally through the first gate.

He closed the door gently behind his back.

He turned and walked toward the street.

His figure slowly disappeared into the distance.

Disappeared in the eyes of those he could not see.

In the old city in the late spring of April, old friends cut off the floating dust at their own discretion.

At dawn, white clothes drink cold snow, and the king travels to the three gates of the world.

"Peng——" There was a loud noise, and the originally complete objects on the table exploded to pieces.

"Ohmygod!" Marco Polo waved his hand to disperse the smoke and dust from the explosion in the air: "It's really bad, this seems to be a failure of No.20."

Yuan Fang, who was sitting by the side eating candied haws, spoke inarticulately, "Express sympathy."

Marco Polo took off his hat and said with a smile: "I have sympathy for you, seeing you eating candied haws, how can you be sympathetic at all."

"This is the secret agent's exclusive feature, you don't understand." Yuan Fang gnawed the last bite of candied haws, and jumped to Marco Polo's side: "Come on, let this secret agent show you what the problem is."

Seeing that the little mouse looked like a grown-up, Marco Polo smiled but followed his wishes, bowed gracefully and said: "Okay, my respected spy, please advise me."

Yuan Fang first took a look at the broken piece of wood on the table, and then took a look at the broken piece of glass. After looking at it several times, he turned to Marco Polo and said, "I have come to a conclusion."

"What conclusion"

Yuan Fang pointed at the mess and shook his head: "This is rotten wood that cannot be carved!"

Marco Polo sneered.

"Cut~" Yuan Fang waved his hand: "Pineapple, what kind of thing did you make?"

"Camera."

"Whoa, what's up"

"camera."

"what is that"

"In simple terms, it is something that can accurately record what you see in the form of pictures."

"That's not the same as painting."

"It's not the same. We are affected by subjective feelings when we draw. What we draw is different from the real thing, but the camera does completely restore it."

"Why is it so amazing?"

Marco Polo thought for a while, went into the back room and took out a machine.

Tall trestles, square wooden blocks, and a black drapery.

"This is……"

"camera."

"Hey, you still do it when you have it all."

"I brought this from Italy, but I still want to make the things I brought to Zhaxinglou by myself."

"Why did you take it to the Star Picking Tower?"

"Last time when the bearded old man on the fourth floor was talking to me about Italy, he happened to talk about the camera. He said he wanted to see it, so I made one." Marco Polo paused: "However, it looks like If it can’t be done, I can only take this with me.”

Yuan Fang walked up to the machine and took a look: "Hey...you haven't told me why this machine can restore the real thing."

"Camera," Marco Polo corrected patiently: "Come on, kid, come here, have you seen this lens?"

"I saw it."

"This is the lens."

"See this thing"

"I saw it."

"It's film."

"The scene image is focused on the film through the lens, the photosensitive agent on the film changes with the light, and the changed photosensitive agent on the film is developed and fixed by the developer

Form an image that is opposite or complementary to the scene. "

"This is a convex lens, and the convex lens can be inverted to form an image. The camera uses this principle. When the object distance is greater than twice the focal length, that is, when the camera is farther away from the object to be photographed, the lens shrinks back and the captured image becomes smaller;

When the camera gets closer to the object being photographed, the lens extends forward and the captured image becomes larger.So we can shoot the real thing. "

"...Meow meow meow meow" Yuan Fang looked confused.

Marco Polo smiled and sighed and patted the little spy on the shoulder: "This question is complicated, and it will take a long time to explain it to you thoroughly, so I will tell you later."

Marco Polo took out his pocket watch and looked at the time: "It's four o'clock in the afternoon, 04:30 as we made an appointment, it's almost time, now I have to go to the Star Tower, it's not a good thing to be late."

"Can I go with you?"

Marco Polo took the hat on the side and put it on twice: "What are you doing?"

"Because I think this camera looks like a lot of fun."

Marco Polo smiled: "Why, running around during working hours, aren't you afraid that the magistrate will deduct your salary?"

Yuan Fang's head was instantly covered with black lines: "Don't bring up this question again."

Marco Polo smiled even more happily: "Okay, okay, don't mention it, don't mention it, then you can go with me."

"Hey! Thank you, Pineapple! But... the fourth floor of the Zhaixing Building, can I enter?"

"Don't worry, you'll be fine with me."

"Pineapple, I find you look really good-looking now."

Marco Polo packed his things in a box beside him, and said with a half-smile: "It means that I was not good-looking before."

"No no no, it looks better now!"

Marco Polo laughed.

"Pineapple, pineapple, what is this?"

"telescope."

"Pineapple, pineapple, what is this?"

"globe."

"Pineapple, pineapple, what is this?"

"world map."

"Pineapple, pineapple, what is this?"

"That's the Italian History of the War in English."

"Pineapple, pineapple, this is... what are you doing?"

"Let's go, come back and see."

"Sure enough." The white-bearded old man sighed with a smile: "The "Mojing" once recorded that 'Scene Two, the meaning is heavy. Scene Two, the light clip. One, the light one. The light is the scene.' This theory of light and shadow cannot be imagined in the West. People have been able to use it so skillfully."

Marco Polo, who was sitting next to the old man, smiled: "I am ashamed to say that I wanted to make one myself as a gift for you, but I failed many times, so I had to give up in the end."

"The old man is already very touched by the young man's intention, so there is no need to force it."

Yuan Fang sat aside and stared at the ceiling boredly: If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come. These two people said a lot of things, and they didn't understand at all, and they couldn't play anything.

There was a very slight movement outside the door.

uh, someone

Yuan Fang glanced over.

The door was gently pushed open, and it turned out that a maid came in to deliver tea.

Marco Polo and the old man glanced at her and continued talking.Only Yuan Fang has been observing this person.

This person's walking is very light but very stable, like a martial arts practitioner, he only uses his left hand to hold the tea tray, but the tea is stable without any vibration.

Zhaixing Tower is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, a maid can be so powerful.

Yuan Fang sighed inwardly, as if suddenly remembering something.

Wait, why does this man carry the tea tray with only one hand!

Yuan Fang looked again, and saw that she was putting down the tea tray on the table with her left hand, while her right hand was serving tea to the three of them with a stiff wrist.

How would a normal person take a teacup like this?

Yuan Fang's eyes were fixed, and a bold guess suddenly formed in his mind.

"Thank you, sister." Yuan Fang reached out to take the teacup, and the moment the maid let go:

"Whoa-"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was not careful, my sister was not hurt."

The old man frowned: "What's going on?"

Yuan Fang hurriedly straightened the maid's sleeves: "I, I, I accidentally knocked out my sister's teacup, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Sure enough, there were signs of bandaging on the wrist.

Yuan Fang was taken aback, cold sweat dripped down her back.

The maid withdrew her hand calmly: "It's okay, I was careless."

Marco Polo gave Yuan Fang a strange look, and said to the maid, "Sorry."

The old man waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, let's tidy up this and go down."

The maid responded in a low voice, bent down to pick up the fragments and put them on the tea tray.When he looked up, he glanced at Yuan Fang.

Those eyes were exceptionally beautiful but extremely calm.

Others may not be able to detect it, but Yuan Fang, who has tracked down all kinds of criminals, can spot it at a glance.

She has □□ on her face!

With the maid's withdrawal, various conjectures appeared in Yuan Fang's mind.

That day, the King of Han had stabbed the female assassin's wrist with a short arrow, and the woman from Zhaixing Tower also had wounds on her wrists. Judging by the degree of bandaging, it looked like new wounds. Could it be a bit of a coincidence?

Is she wearing it because she is afraid that someone will recognize her?

More importantly, this person is in the Star Picking Building!

If she is really an assassin, then, is this assassination related to Zhaixing Tower?

Indeed, according to the fame and strength of Zhaixinglou, it is true that he has the ability to assassinate the King of Han.

But what's the reason for the Tower of Stars to assassinate the King of Han?

Or is it that this person is just lurking in the Star Picking Building, and the people in the Star Picking Building don't know his identity?

Or maybe she wasn't an assassin at all, and the injury on her wrist was just a coincidence.

No, I have to check on that woman again.

Yuan Fang concentrated and calmed down, silently remembering something in her heart.

Glancing at the two people beside him, they were still chatting happily and had no time to take care of themselves.

well.

Yuan Fang sneaked out.

Meditate on the direction of the footsteps you just heard: "Thirty steps to the northeast, 28 steps to go up the stairs, [-] steps to the left, and [-] steps to the southeast."

It seems to be the side corridor on the fifth floor of the Zhaixing Building.

You will definitely not be able to go there in the open and aboveboard, and you can only think of crooked ways.

When Yuan Fang avoided the guards and landed lightly on the beam, she couldn't help frowning.

dead end

It doesn't make sense, since that person is here, there is no sound of footsteps.

Or, there is an agency here

When Yuan Fang quickly looked up and down the wall, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

It's like there's something next to it.

A female voice sounded from behind: "Wangdu secret agent Li Yuanfang."

Yuan Fang's face was calm, he didn't turn around, and he didn't act rashly, but he was shocked in his heart. This person was able to completely avoid his listening to identify his position, and came behind him without a sound, and even knew his identity.

The female voice said again: "What is the spy looking for, do you need my help?"

The cold thing on the neck penetrated another inch, mixed with the slightest pain and...

Bloody smell.

On Suzaku Street, Li Bai watched the patrolling heavy armored soldiers pass by neatly, and the people on the street looked puzzled and frightened, and couldn't help sighing.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and Li Bai grabbed a piece of paper thrown by the man in a flash.

Looking up, the man disappeared.

Li Bai frowned, opened the ball of paper, and wrote seven words:

"Stay away from the Star Picking Tower, remember."

The author has something to say:

I love Bai Di, no matter how cold it is, there is nothing wrong with it.