The Plow

Before dawn, Ling Shu took the earliest train to Hangzhou.

The railway from Shanghai to Hangzhou was built in the late Qing Dynasty and is still in use today. The one-way trip takes about five hours.

It was almost noon when Ling Shu arrived in Hangzhou, he didn't rush to have lunch, but went to a bookstore first.

The bookstore is located on the edge of the West Lake, surrounded by mansions and courtyards of former Qing officials.

Times have changed, and after the fall of the former Qing Dynasty, the domestic situation is in turmoil. A rich person cannot be rich forever, and the house has changed owners several times. One of them has been converted into a bookstore, which is exactly the Mingde bookstore that Ling Shu came to look for.

It was noon, and there were not many people, so Ling Shu took a small bench and sat down in front of the bookshelf, took out a book, and started to read.

There are not many people who can afford books these days, and there are countless young people like him who spend their time reading books in bookstores. The shopkeeper is obviously used to it, so naturally he won't come to drive away customers. If Ling Shu can buy a book before he leaves Two books are considered kind.

"and many more."

Yue Dingtang raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Then the bookstore is the bookstore where Chen Youhua haunted?"

Ling Shu: "Yes, I want to wait and see if I can wait for Chen Youhua."

Among the two assassination lists that He You'an handed over to Jiang He, one was tailor Xiao Jun, and the other was newspaper employee Chen Youhua.

The former was already dead, but the latter escaped from hunting and disappeared mysteriously.

A person who has just escaped from birth, the first reaction must be to run far away, the farther the better, but Chen Youhua appeared in a bookstore in Hangzhou, which is unusual in itself, not to mention that He Youan and He Youan appeared at the same time .

Too much of a coincidence is not a coincidence.

Follow the clues, if you find Chen Youhua, maybe you can also lead He Youan out and find out He Youan's weirdness.

But the focus of Yue Dingtang's attention is not this, but——

"How did you know about that bookstore?"

Ling Shu blinked his innocent eyes.

"I asked Cheng Sicha to do it."

Yue Dingtang: "Cheng Si, a small policeman in Jiangwan District, can be put in charge of the Hangzhou Police Station?"

Ling Shu: "My memory is wrong, I asked my brother-in-law to check."

Yue Dingtang hugged his chest to watch him continue talking nonsense.

After Chen Youhua disappeared, he was already a dead person, and it was impossible to use Chen Youhua's identity to walk again, so relying on the power of Bai Dao would definitely not work.

"Jiang He found it for you."

Ling Shu laughed: "It seems that it is really him. I asked many people to help me, but I don't even remember who it is!"

Yue Dingtang: "Do you think your life is too long and want to make it shorter?"

Ling Shu: "Old Yue, you can't blame me for this matter. It was Jiang He who sent someone to bring the news to Mingde Bookstore. He knew that I was looking into He Youan's affairs. From my point of view, he also really wanted to know where He Youan was. What kind of role do you play in these things? So Jiang He is not only helping me, but also helping himself.”

Yue Dingtang: "If Lu Tongcang wants to kill him, he will pay attention to everyone around him. You saved his life, and now you have entered Lu Tongcang's eyeliner. If you hang out with him again, it will only make Lu Tongcang Cang can solve it with you."

Ling Shu smiled apologetically: "Don't worry, I won't take the initiative to look for him again, I'll just hang out with you, is that okay?"

The old housekeeper came over with a fruit plate, just in time to see the tense aura on Yue Dingtang's body, so he couldn't help interjecting in a warm voice.

"Speak slowly if you have something to say, don't scare the children."

Yue Dingtang: ...

Uncle Zhou probably forgot, this person is his classmate?

Ling Shu took the fruit plate with both hands.

"Thank you Uncle Zhou!"

The old butler: "You are catching a cold, don't be too greedy, I will bring you a cup of herbal tea before going to bed, be sure to drink it before going to bed."

Ling Shu is obedient and should be.

Yue Dingtang felt powerless and heaved a long sigh to himself.

If Uncle Zhou saw the determination and ruthlessness of this person when he shot and killed, he didn't know how he would feel.

The old housekeeper who played a guest role quickly left the stage, and Yue Dingtang was no longer in the mood to question him.

"Go ahead and talk."

Ling Shu snorted: "Where did I just say?"

Yue Dingtang: "...you are waiting for Chen Youhua in that bookstore."

Ling Shu patted his thigh.

"That's right! That bookstore is called Mingde Bookstore. The decoration is quite nice, with an antique look. I read books there for a long time, thinking that the owner should look down upon me, so I picked up a slightly cheaper one and paid the bill. The shopkeeper was so happy that he even gave me a pot of tea. By the way, that book can be reimbursed to the public account, right? All right, I know, I’ve paid for it myself, don’t look at me like that!”

"I've already thought about it. If I can't wait today, I'll keep an eye on it tomorrow. Anyway, I can always wait for Chen Youhua. I didn't expect such luck. Chen Youhua appeared around three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Jiang He took the mission back then, so naturally he needed a portrait, and he gave me the portrait too, but the Chen Youhua I saw was quite different from the portrait, only the description of body and a pair of eyes resembled him, so I wasn't sure it was him right away. .”

"After this person walked around the bookstore, he went straight to the back door. I walked around the front door and followed him. I watched him go to the West Lake. After sitting by the lake for a long time, I went to the building outside the building. Have a meal."

Hearing this point, Yue Dingtang only asked questions.

"Just to eat?"

Ling Shu: "It's just eating."

Yue Dingtang: "Three o'clock in the afternoon is not lunch time."

Ling Shu: "But he really ordered a table."

Yue Dingtang: "Have you finished eating?"

Ling Shu: "I didn't finish eating, I ate half and left halfway."

Yue Dingtang: "Prevent stalking and deceive others."

Ling Shu nodded: "To dispel the doubts of others, if I hadn't identified him as Chen Youhua, I would have given up at that time and would never follow. In the end, I followed all the way to Guanyintang, and I witnessed a shocking secret in the foreword. What do you think I saw?"

Yue Dingtang: "Don't be a fool."

Ling Shu: "I saw someone trying to kill him."

Yue Dingtang: "People from Jianghe?"

Ling Shu: "Probably not. After Jiang He failed in a mission, he already returned that part of the money. His deal with Shen Shiqi is considered to be over. He doesn't like being used by others, so he shouldn't be involved in this matter." Lied to me."

Yue Dingtang said lightly: "You know him well."

Ling Shu: "Is this a compliment?"

Yue Dingtang: "What do you think?"

Ling Shu: "I definitely think so, isn't it a waste of time for you to ask me?"

Yue Dingtang gave up bickering with him.

"With your temperament, you must go up and stop it."

Ling Shu: "No, Chen Youhua is very vigilant. The first few times I went around in circles to prevent being followed. I didn't dare to follow him too closely, so when he had an accident, I couldn't rush to rescue him. Chen Youhua walked in a dark alley, and the other party also He fought in a dark alley, killed him with a knife, and there was almost no room for resistance. I saw the murderer seize a newspaper from Chen Youhua."

Yue Dingtang was about to ask Ling Shu if he was going to catch up, when he heard the other party say in a calm tone, eating and drinking soup——

"Then I chased after him, brought the murderer down, and took the newspaper in his hand."

Yue Dingtang:? ? ?

He had a premonition that Ling Shu would be in trouble again, but since he reunited with Ling Shu, the accidents that followed seemed to have made him used to this kind of fright, just like someone who was suddenly frightened when he was in a deep sleep Waking up once or twice may not be able to bear the heart, but over time, it will develop inertia.

Thinking of this, Yue Dingtang frowned: "What do you mean by laying down?"

Ling Shu: "Naturally, it means literally. Is it possible that a benevolent and kind person like me can still kill people?"

Yue Dingtang: "...I'd rather you keep your mouth shut. If this person can kill Chen Youhua, he won't let you go."

Ling Shu waved his hand: "Don't worry, I promise I didn't let him see his true face, and since this person killed Chen Youhua and was brought down, will he suspect someone else when he wakes up? Can we use this to investigate? The truth?"

Yue Dingtang: "What do you want to do?"

Ling Shu: "Try to let He Youan know about the existence of that newspaper. If she really has contact with Chen Youhua, she will definitely go to that bookstore; and after the murderer wakes up, he will definitely do something. This newspaper is a bait , causing carps from all sides to scramble to jump, jumping out of the water one by one."

After he finished speaking, he put the file bag on the table.

"This is the paper."

Yue Dingtang opened the file bag and took out the newspaper from it.

A very ordinary "Lin'an Daily".

The newspaper is not thick and has very little content. It can be seen that the newspaper must be barely maintained due to insufficient funds.

But there are all the news, novel serials, advertisements, etc. on it. If the price is cheap, maybe many local teahouses in Hangzhou will order a copy, and read it specially for tea lovers.

It is easier to find the mystery from a newspaper than to find a needle in a haystack, but it is not so easy.

"I can't see the mystery, and I don't understand why the murderer wants to kill Chen Youhua for this newspaper, so I have to rely on Professor Yue Da to decipher it." Ling Shu yawned, and after telling the story, he became sleepy. .

Although he mentioned it when he brought down the murderer, how can someone who can kill Chen Youhua cleanly be so easy to deal with?

This person can't live without tossing around for a day.

Yue Dingtang thought, even if he lost his life one day, he shouldn't be surprised.

However, Yue Chunxiao liked him very much.

Yue Dingtang could see that his third sister really regarded Ling Shu as her own younger brother. She sent a package of special products from Nanjing, and she didn't forget to send a copy to Ling Shu. You must know that Yue Chunxiao didn't actually see someone. to be so kind to him.

It can only be said that Ling Shu really fell in love with the third sister.

There is also the old housekeeper, Uncle Zhou, and everyone in the Yue family.

These people didn't say anything, but their expressions and actions have already revealed their inclinations.

Before Ling Shu appeared, Yue Dingtang's own life was regular and boring.

Going back and forth between school and Yue's family at fixed points every day, although stable, is boring.

Until Ling Shu appeared.

He directly brought himself into the ups and downs of the case, and sometimes it was so thrilling that he almost killed his life.

From the case of the wealthy family in the Yuan mansion to the personal threat of the female star, the latter seems to be small, but it is actually involved in a deeper and bigger conspiracy step by step.

Yue Dingtang felt that if he had known that the water behind He Youan was so deep, he would never have agreed with Ling Shu to step on the thunder.

"It looks like a normal newspaper, unless—"

Yue Dingtang paused.

"Ok?"

Ling Shu was drowsy and reluctantly responded with a cheer.

He heard Yue Dingtang say: "There is a corresponding codebook."

"Um……"

Ling Shu felt limp all over, and just wanted to fall asleep.

Yue Dingtang's voice fluctuated from far to near, more like a lullaby.

"Send the newspaper to He Youan, if she is really related to Chen Youhua, maybe the codebook is with her..."

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to say such a sentence, and it seemed to be muttering to himself.

There was a trace of coldness on his forehead, and immediately after that, Ling Shu didn't know anything.