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"Ten percent? You mean you already know the true face of the murderer?!" Lin Qiaoxing's eyes lit up like stars.

Chun Jinran looked into those eyes, feeling a little sorry: "Not yet."

The little girl's gaze dimmed again, but she remained firm: "We can definitely catch him."

Chun Jinran is also willing to believe: "Yes."

After bidding farewell to Lin Qiaoxing, Chun Jinran took Ding Chen back to her room.Before he had time to sit down, he spread the topographic map of the villa on the table, maintained his standing posture and took a pen to describe where he found Nie Shuang, the pine forest where Nie Shuang disappeared, Pei Xiaoyi's room and the deserted courtyard Mark the four points of A, B, C and D respectively, and then connect the four points into a line.

Ding Chen kept watching quietly until he put down his pen, then said: "This is... the route Nie Shuang went out last night?"

"Exactly." Chun Jinran nodded, and at the same time pointed at these four places in turn with his fingers, "This is the residence of the Mysterious School, that is to say, when I saw Nie Shuang, she had just left the house. After that, I followed her all the way into the pine forest, and then No trace, now it seems that she left the pine forest from here, arrived at Pei Xiaoyi's residence, and then passed through there, to the deserted courtyard. But Pei Xiaoyi only heard the woman's footsteps once, that is to say, Either the woman didn't return to the room the way she came, but took another path that didn't pass through Pei Xiaoyi's yard, or..."

"She just never came back." Dingchen understood what Chun Jinran meant.

For a while, both of them stopped talking, and even though the window was open, it seemed that the air was no longer flowing, and the only thing left was the room full of depression.

The speculation is not necessarily the truth, but every kind of speculation makes people feel like they are on the scene, as if they are the victim, experiencing misery and despair.

In the end, it was Ding Chen who broke the silence: "If this is the case, then the small courtyard is probably the scene where Nie Shuang was strangled for the first time. Seeing that she was unconscious, the murderer used some method to transport her back to the room, and then disguised herself As if hanged."

"In this way, it can explain why Lin Qiaoxing and the others didn't hear anything all night." Chun Jinran stared at the topographic map on the desk, "because there was no fight at all, the so-called The mess in the room is all a cover-up made by the murderer!"

"Since the murder has been successful, why do you still have to cast doubts?"

"In order to make us think that the murderer is a foreign thief, or at least someone who put Nie Shuang on guard."

"The other way around... the murderer is Nie Shuang's acquaintance!"

"Or, someone close to you."

Chun Jinran folded the topographic map and put it back in his arms, turned around and walked out.

Dingchen hurriedly followed, as for where to go, he didn't need to ask too much, this friend of mine never acts like a headless chicken.

The time has passed, and there is still the lingering heat wave in the wind, and there are still seven hours before dawn.

Soon, Ding Chen followed Chun Jinran back to the deserted courtyard.As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Chun Jinran began to search the ground with his head down. Dingchen wanted to help, so he asked aloud, "What are you looking for?"

Chun Jinran didn't bother to look up: "Traces."

Ding Chen was puzzled: "What trace?"

"Drag marks, badly messy footprints, or the kind where the soles of the feet slam the ground when struggling, whatever, as long as it's different from ordinary footprints!"

Dingchen understands.

If the assailant strangled Nie Shuang for the first time, Nie Shuang must have struggled during the attack. During the struggle, he would kick his feet violently and leave marks on the ground. In addition, if the assailant returned to the room with Nie Shuang on his back, he would be speechless. It can be said, but as long as he adopts a method other than carrying it, whether it is directly dragging or using a cart or other tools, it will inevitably leave marks on the ground.

Thinking of this, Ding Chen joined the search without saying a word.

As time passed by, Chun Jinran's mood also changed from eager to irritable, and then from irritable to unbelievable, and finally gave up.

"Nothing." Ding Chen knew he didn't like the result, but one has to face the reality.

"Perhaps he cleaned up the traces..." Chun Jinran was not dead.

Dingchen sighed: "Then why didn't he clean up his own footprints?"

Chun Jinran was speechless.

Admitting that one's inference is wrong is even more gloomy than feeling the victim's despair in the inference.

However, facts are facts, and they won't disappear just because you don't want to face them.

"The place where he committed the crime for the first time...wasn't here." Chun Jinran finally spoke, his voice was a little tired, as if the string that had been tense had suddenly broken and could not be connected again.

Ding Chen looked at him lightly: "So what?"

Chun Jinran frowned, not understanding what he meant.

"If it's not here, it's somewhere else, maybe it's nearby, or maybe it's in her own room, but what does it matter?" Ding Chen's voice is like a soothing river, just like his dharma name, making the world fly The hustle and bustle returned to a stable place, "We know that the murderer is her acquaintance, and it is very likely that she asked her to meet here before killing her. We know the size of the murderer's footprints, and we still have two letters written by the murdered person. Written paper, one of which is still a farewell message with deep affection. You feel that you have reached a dead end, but I feel that there are many paths in front of you.”

"If I don't catch the murderer at dawn tomorrow, I will die." Chun Jinran said.

Dingchen shook his head: "No. If Xiahou Zhengnan insists on calling you a murderer, you admit it, then repent on the spot, and become a monk. The past and the past are all floating clouds, and all grievances and hatreds have disappeared. There is one less young hero in the world. One more monk, the worst result is nothing more than this."

"Sounds not bad, but as far as the eye can see in this villa, there is only one monastery of your Hanshan Sect. Master Yuanzhen will agree to accept me?"

"God has the virtue of good life, so of course the master must have it."

"Then can I return to vulgarity after becoming a monk?"

"When the Buddha's fate has a beginning, it also has an end. The human heart is irreversible, just like the will of heaven cannot be violated."

"Why does it feel like you can find a reason for going the other way."

"Amitabha, good is good."

"The Dharma is really profound..."

Master Yuanzhen, who was far away in Dongyuan, didn't know that he had been plotted by the back waves of the Yangtze River. At this time, he was concentrating on studying the "Miscellaneous Notes on Luomei Peak" brought out from the Buddhist scripture pavilion of the temple.

This was written by Master Huide, the first head of the Hanshan School a hundred years ago, and records his perception and experience when he retreated on Luomei Peak behind Hanshan Temple.The retreat lasted for a year, during which, except for the eldest disciple, who was later the third head, who could go to the peak to report in case of emergency, Master Huide didn't see anyone else.However, Zhu Fanghe was an exception.According to records, he came after Master Huide retreated for ten months, lived on Luomei Peak for two months, and then left, and Master Huide also ended the retreat.Not long after that, Zhu Fanghe passed away in his sleep, at the age of fifty, painless and disaster-free.Everyone in the world knows that the overlord of a generation died strangely, but all the heads of Hanshan Temple know that this matter has something to do with their ancestors.

In "Miscellaneous Notes of Luomei Peak", the records about the past two months are very detailed, but very ordinary. They are all talking about scriptures, making tea, meditating, and occasionally talking about family affairs. If the mystery can be penetrated, not only can Zhu Fanghe's death be solved, but perhaps the clues of Chiyu can also be found.

Red jade, the legendary Zhu Fanghe's martial arts and wealth are hidden, and it has been dreamed by countless people in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years.

"I didn't eat breakfast, I didn't eat lunch, and I didn't eat this dinner. What's the matter, can we catch the murderer by going on a hunger strike?" Bailang originally wanted to come over to care about the progress of solving the case, but unexpectedly saw the untouched dinner on the table at a glance, and was very angry. They didn't call one place.

Chun Jinran knew that his friend's anger was actually more about worry, but: "I really can't eat. Don't worry, I'm healthy, I'm fine if I'm hungry."

Bailang sighed: "Do you still have no idea?"

Chun Zhenran shook his head.In fact, there are clues, as Ding Chen said, there are passages everywhere, but he just can't find the entrance.Are the one who asked Nie Shuang and the one who killed Nie Shuang the same person?If so, who is this person?If not, who are these two people?What does the torn paper have to do with her death?Since the murderer had enough time to set up the scene and even took away half of the paper, why didn't he take all the paper away?

Bailang knew that he couldn't help, seeing him lost in thought again, he could only retreat silently.

The clouds in the sky were on fire, Chun Jinran stood at the window and looked out, feeling that there was also a fire burning in his head, which burned him inside and out, scratching his heart and liver, but he was helpless, he could only let it do what it wanted.

The application time has passed, and there are still six hours before dawn.

"Brother Chun." A woman's soft voice suddenly came from behind him.

Chun Jinran turned her head, and saw Lin Qiaoxing standing at the door, not coming in, just bowing her head and fiddling with her fingers, there seemed to be a tangled look between her brows, she was completely different from the mysterious woman who kicked up the dust before.

"You came to see me because you have something to say?" Although the answer to this question was obvious, facing Lin Qiaoxing's hesitation, he had to ask like this, and he had to be gentle, so that the little girl could really speak.

Sure enough, Lin Qiaoxing nodded quickly, and whispered: "Yes."

"Then don't stand at the door," Chun Jinran greeted with a smile, "Come and have some tea first."

Lin Qiaoxing took two steps forward after hearing the words.

Huh, victory is in sight.Chun Jinran said in her heart, while trying to put on a warmer smile: "It's just so good..."

"Who is still in the mood to drink tea!" The little girl suddenly broke out, and then slapped her face hard, patting, "Lin Qiaoxing, since you have made a decision, stop looking forward and backward!" After talking to herself, she turned around and closed the room with a slam. The door, and then strode to Chun Jinran's side, and slammed the window shut, everything was quiet for a while, only her heavy breathing remained.

Chun Jinran swallowed unconsciously: "Well, Miss Lin, if you have something to say, I've been doing my best to investigate your senior sister's affairs, really..."

"Of course I know," Lin Qiaoxing interrupted him, "so after thinking about it, I still think I should tell you."

Chun Jinran had never stood so straight and upright at this moment: "I will listen carefully."

"You have to promise not to reveal half a word to the outside world!"

"I swear!" With the gesture of slapping just now, everyone is afraid of ghosts!

Lin Qiaoxing took a few deep breaths, and then said word by word as if she had made up her mind: "My senior sister fell in love with a man."

Chun Jinran's eyes lit up: "Who is it?"

Lin Qiaoxing shook her head: "Senior sister refuses to talk. She just told me that he is good at everything, he is simply a perfect man who only appears in dreams."

"Then when did your senior sister fall in love with this person?"

"I don't know. She told me half a year ago. She seemed to have liked him for a long time at that time. At that time, the senior sister was very happy, but also very troubled, because if she wanted to be with that person, she had to leave the Mysterious School, but the master must be I won’t agree. But then the senior sister suddenly became unhappy again, very unhappy. I saw her cry secretly several times. When I asked her why, she refused to tell me why. She always said that I was still young and didn’t understand. But afterward, the senior sister stopped crying, and her mood seemed to be calm, and she didn't mention the matter of leaving again."

Chun Jinran was puzzled: "Since it's over, why do you think her death has something to do with it?"

Lin Qiaoxing raised her face with slap marks, "Because last night, I heard senior sister crying again."