I was admitted to Tsinghua University after completing the Underworld KPI.

"who are you?"

Just as Qi Feixing was thinking, Song Xiaoyi in front of him suddenly seemed to wake up.

She found that she was bound by the hook, and her expression became panicked, and she was looking at Qi Feixing vigilantly.

"Huh?" Qi Feixing didn't expect Song Xiaoyi to recover, but after a closer look, he realized.

"Shuangling didn't return to its place, it should be caused by the remaining memories."

Not sure how long Song Xiaoyi's moment of sobriety can last, Qi Feixing seized the time to ask her: "Don't worry about who I am, tell me first, do you still remember who killed you?"

"Who killed me?"

Song Xiaoyi's eyes were very dazed at that moment. She tried hard to think back, but she only felt that something heavy was missing in her mind, and then it seemed that there were spikes stirring inside.

The severe pain made Song Xiaoyi go crazy. She screamed and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Who is it, who is it... I can't remember!"

Unexpectedly, Song Xiaoyi would be stimulated like this, Qi Feixing was surprised, then leaned over and squatted down, and struck an aura between Song Xiaoyi's eyebrows.

Then under the influence of the spiritual light, she finally gradually regained her composure, but at this time her eyes also became half awake and half chaotic.

Song Xiaoyi stared straight at Qi Feixing, her bluish-black face looked very creepy at night.

Qi Feixing tested whether she was still awake: "Song Xiaoyi?"

However, Song Xiaoyi said nothing, and the clarity in her eyes was slightly covered by the chaos.

The clue was on Song Xiaoyi.

Qi Feixing finally stood up, Xiaoba was floating in the air, and asked baldly: "I can't ask anything, how should I investigate?"

"The other party was able to steal the soul, so it must be using metaphysical means." Qi Feixing said, "I summoned her soul just now, and I must have alerted the murderer. The murderer will definitely come back to investigate with a guilty conscience."

"Play a formation first." Qi Feixing said.

He clasped his hands together, and then flipped his ten fingers to form the formulas, one after another complicated formulas were formed in his hands. Finally, Qi Feixing stamped the marks on the objects in the room one by one, clapping his hands.

"Okay." Qi Feixing said, "This method can not only detect someone approaching, but also allow the other party to leave traces after touching it. At that time, not only can someone break in, but also find key evidence."

"The murderer has killed someone. When he comes back for inspection, he will definitely touch the things he thinks are the most important."

After a lot of work, Qi Feixing didn't intend to stay any longer.

He saw Song Xiaoyi lying on the ground with her eyes closed tightly. Obviously, the accident just now was too exhausting and she fell into a coma.

So he took out the mourning stick, and Qi Feixing took off a piece of white banner cloth from it, and printed it behind Song Xiaoyi's eyebrows, and the soul of the other party was absorbed into it.

"Go back and wait for the rabbit."

After returning home, he told Xie Yi about the situation, and then Qi Feixing patted Xie Yi's shoulder and said, "Do you think my guess is right?"

Xie Yi thought for a while and said, "It should be true, but why did the other party kill Song Xiaoyi, but only stole a wisp of refreshing spirit?"

"That's not clear." Qi Feixing said: "I have to ask face to face. The most urgent thing is to wait for that guy to come to the door and touch my seal, and then I can infer from the traces."

For several days, the seal on Qi Feixing's side was very quiet, but the landlord called before and asked why Qi Feixing left without saying goodbye.

Qi Feixing didn't have any guilty expression on his face, he asked leisurely: "I went to live in your house to prove that there are no ghosts in it, and nothing will happen."

He knocked on the table with one hand, making a clear sound, Qi Feixing smiled, "But your house is really haunted."

"Mr. Li, it's immoral to whitewash a house with ghosts. If you have the time to entangle me here, why don't you go and hire a Taoist priest to get rid of the bad luck."

"Besides, you have assured me again and again that there must be nothing unusual about the house. You have been lying."

So the landlord on the opposite side suddenly suppressed his voice.

It stands to reason that if someone died in a landlord's house, if he felt that there were no ghosts in the house, he would not even want to step in it once.

Judging from the behavior of the landlord last time, he clearly knew that the house was haunted, but he was unwilling to let go of the vacant room, so he asked so many fools to test the waters.

Qi Feixing learned from the doorman that when Song Xiaoyi rented the house, it was a rough house. She rented it for several years, and the decoration inside was made by the company she found.

As soon as Song Xiaoyi died, the landlord rented out the house. He didn't touch the decorations, and he was even very satisfied.

Just now, I saw the information about that house on the house rental app.

Qi Feixing looked at the headline on the upper part of the whole rent for 3000 yuan for full decoration, and said with a smile: "When you rented the house to Song Xiaoyi last year, it was 300 yuan a month, right?"

"Mr. Li, you still have to be kind."

After being punctured over there, he was obviously very angry, and threw out a sentence with a guilty conscience and a stern voice: "What nonsense are you talking about, I never rented it to her!"

After speaking, the landlord hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone, Qi Feixing put down his phone and smiled sarcastically.

On the afternoon of the fourth day after Qi Feixing came back, the seal was finally touched.

After sensing the signal of someone invading, Qi Feixing immediately told Xieyi.

The two skipped evening self-study after class in the afternoon, and came to the community directly after school at 05:30.

Seeing a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the community, Qi Feixing walked in suspiciously, and asked the old man who was watching the fun in the security room: "Master, what do you do?"

The uncle thought that he was trying to sleep again today, so he directly opened the door for Qi Feixing, and said, "I don't know, it seems to be some kind of famous person who passed by and was surrounded by fans."

Qi Feixing looked back, and happened to see a woman in a coat surrounded by the middle of the group.

Most of the people around are young people, and some of them are holding books with familiar covers.

"I seem to have seen it before..." Qi Feixing rubbed his chin, and then saw Xie Yi nodding.

He was surprised: "I remembered. The book they took was the comic book "Spirit". Song Xiaoyi also has it at home, but you haven't seen it before. Nod your head."

"I'm not talking about that." Xie Yi said, "Do you think that woman looks familiar?"

"What familiar?" Qi Feixing turned his head away, this time focusing on the woman in the center.

After a glance, he recalled carefully, and then suddenly said: "It turned out to be her."

"The one who quarreled with someone in the hospital, it seems that he took the wrong medicine...the one who almost robbed our car later?"

"It's her." Xie Yi affirmed.

Qi Feixing turned his head and took a closer look, but the surrounding crowd was too dense, and there were many people coming from behind upon hearing the news, the atmosphere of the scene was chaotic, Qi Feixing saw that the woman in the middle was almost drowned by the crowd.

"Let's go." He greeted Xie Yi.

"Go and see Song Xiaoyi's house first."

People outside the gate guard need to register when entering and exiting. Qi Feixing glanced at the front twice while registering, his eyes swept away, and then went in with Xie Yi.

After arriving home, he asked Xie Yi to wait outside the door, and then Li Hun entered the door.

Xie Yi stretched out his hand and hugged his limp body because of leaving his soul.

The inside of the house still looked the same as when Qi Feixing left. He glanced at Song Xiaoyi, whose soul was being nourished by the mourning stick. She was still asleep at this time, and hadn't woken up for a long time because of the comfortable environment.

On the surface, the whole house looked as if no one had entered it, after Qi Feixing glanced around, he directly raised his hand to make a gesture.

In the next second, red fluorescence began to appear in the room, and as the fluorescence passed, a row of footprints were left on the floor.

"Sure enough, someone broke in."

Footprints stretched in from the door, circled around the room, and deliberately stopped in the bathroom and balcony. There were traces of handprints on the curtains.

Qi Feixing guessed that the other party should be looking for someone hiding here.

Then the footprints went to Song Xiaoyi's room and stopped by the bed for a while.

Qi Feixing followed the footprints, stood by the bed and stepped on them, and then imagined.

"The direction and depth of this footprint..." He stroked his chin, then suddenly squatted down.

"It's to see if there is anyone under the bed."

However, the bottom of the bed was empty, and the man found nothing.

At this point, the other party has already confirmed that there is no one at the scene, so they start to do what they want without any scruple.

Qi Feixing found countless traces of handprints on the desk drawers and the desktop.

He opened the drawer and saw the dense search marks inside.

Qi Feixing didn't open the drawer last time, so he didn't know that there were many manuscripts in it.

It is full of cartoon characters of various images, vivid, it can be seen that the master of the painting is skilled, and the characters under his hands are exquisite and agile.

According to the number of pages marked under these manuscripts, Qi Feixing discovered that several of them had been lost.

He didn't find it on the table, and it must have been stolen by the murderer.

So this is what the murderer subconsciously thinks is the most important thing in the room.

After searching, Qi Feixing left the room and talked with Xie Yi: "Why did you steal the manuscript?"

Qi Feixing was puzzled, so Xie Yi explained to him: "Because of jealousy or competition, you want to destroy other people's hard work, or plagiarize, embezzle, or steal."

Qi Feixing had never been involved in these industries, and he never thought that painting could be plagiarized, so he suddenly realized.

"No matter which one it is, it can be interpreted as jealousy and injustice."

Inexplicably, Qi Feixing remembered the cartoonist he met when he entered the door.

Qi Feixing searched for "Spirit" on the Internet, and then a thousand-degree entry popped up.

"Spirit" is a series of comics that have become popular in recent years. The protagonist is a repairer of cultural relics, who can communicate with cultural relics, and repair biographies through the stories of these cultural relics, which carry his memory.

In the end, the protagonist finds out that the owners of the biographies are all the same person, and the protagonist himself is also one of the cultural relics.

The author of "Spirit" is called Yaoguang. There is no real news about Yaoguang on the Internet, but we can see that she has more than 300 million fans on Weibo.

More than 300 million, which is already a top-level existence for the author's circle.

Qi Feixing searched for Song Xiaoyi again, but couldn't find any relevant entries.

If there is no entry, it is nameless.

Qi Feixing held his chin: "So, is it possible for Yaoguang to be jealous of Song Xiaoyi?"

At present, it seems that there is no, and their speculation has no basis.

Qi Feixing rubbed his temples and said, "I have a hunch that it has something to do with this Yaoguang."

"There are no clues in the house, let's go first."

No. [-] Middle School still retains interest courses for cultural students, such as music and art, which are filmed once a month, but they will be canceled after the third year of high school.

This week happened to be the turn of the art class, and I couldn't draw anything, but everyone likes to fish in class, so the art class is also very happy.

Art is taught in one large classroom, and everyone is free to choose tools, etc. The school also has equipment.

Yao Yan scribbled a lot, and finally bit the tip of the pen and leaned over to ask Zhou Lele: "What do you see in my drawing?"

Zhou Lele made a careful distinction, then frowned fiercely, and looked at Yao Yan in embarrassment.

Facing Yao Yan's expectant eyes, Zhou Lele was silent and then silent again, before making a difficult guess: "Monster?"

Yao Yan: "..."

He was surprisingly aggrieved, and shouted: "I drew a Transformer!"

Zhou Lele looked at the crooked lines on his picture book, it was like countless caterpillars pieced together into one caterpillar.

In the end, Zhou Lele still praised against his will: "It's actually quite unique."

Over there, Qi Feixing and Xie Yi were both holding brushes and dipped in ink to draw.

Afterwards, Yao Yan and the others were attracted, and they were all amazed after watching it.

"Damn it, Xue Shen's mountains and rivers... are amazing!"

Xie Yi's movement of picking up the brush is very relaxed, and every line he draws is also very relaxed. His expression is calm, but the landscapes he draws are extremely beautiful.

Everyone was stunned in place, and even the art teacher next to him heard the sound and couldn't help but praise: "What a beautiful painting."

She eagerly asked: "Little classmate, I wonder if you are interested in trying the path of art?"

As if feeling that the bargaining chips were not enough, the art teacher continued: "As long as you have this skill, after taking up art, as long as you don't delay in the culture class, Tsinghua University will sprinkle water."

The art teacher has been hiding in school all year round, and is face blind, so he doesn't know Xie Yi at all.

Seeing that everyone was laughing after hearing what she said, she asked in a good temper, "What's wrong?"

Qi Feixing finished drawing the picture in one go, and said teasingly: "Don't abduct the future champion to paint, the principal knows he will call."

After listening to others explain the whole story, the art teacher looked regretful, she glanced at Xie Yi reluctantly, and then cruelly tore her eyes away.

In order not to immerse herself in regret, she turned her head to look at Qi Feixing's picture, and her expression froze on her face.

"What is this you drew?" she asked.

Qi Feixing looked proud: "It's the territory map of Fu Kingdom."

Pointing to a board above, he said, "This is the Twelve States, and this is Yandang Mountain..."

Qi Feixing was explaining with gusto, when he turned around, he saw the art teacher leaving suspiciously.

Art class is supposed to be a time to relax, but this is the first time that someone is engaged in studying in class.

Qi Feixing saw the teacher walking away in a daze, and Yao Yan gave him a thumbs up.

"Brother Qi, cow!"

He was very satisfied with the territory map of Fu Kingdom that he had drawn, but everyone around Qi Feixing expressed their respect and indifference, and then gathered next to Zhou Lele one by one.

"This is... the protagonist of "Spirit" you drew?" Yao Yan was surprised.

Xiang Yao was even more surprised: "Damn it, do you watch "Ling"?"

"My cousin was watching, and I followed suit." Yao Yan said, and then praised: "The painting is great, Zhou Lele, I didn't expect you to have such a skill.

The cartoon characters in the picture album are handsome and coquettish. As a cartoon that has always been popular, there are many fans. Ten of the billboards were smashed to death, and six of them have been read, so many people around were also attracted.

"By the way, did you know about Yaoguang's recent signing event?" Xiang Yao said suddenly.

"I know." Zhou Lele said excitedly, "I've already bought a ticket, and it happens to be Saturday at the end of the month, so I can go."

A student on the side sighed: "It's been five years, and this is the first time I've seen Yaoguang hold a book signing. She used to be the kind who didn't show her face at all."

"But I didn't expect Yao Guang to be quite good-looking, a big beauty."

As soon as everyone mentioned this comic, the topic continued to flow, and it never stopped.

Qi Feixing then put down his pen and pulled Xie Yi to follow him, maybe he could hear some clues.

However, Yaoguang has always paid great attention to the protection of privacy. Apart from publishing works all these years, everyone doesn't even know her real name.

After Qi Feixing listened for a long time, he only heard some rainbow farts and little gossip.

"Then it's settled." Zhou Lele said.

"Anyway, it's Saturday. If you want to go, you can buy tickets and go together."

Xiang Yao also echoed: "Okay, okay, just don't forget to bring the comics, and then line up to sign."

An art class ended soon, and after the end it was time for dinner. As soon as the bell rang, the whole thing began to be chaotic.

After the people left, Qi Feixing and Xie Yi packed up the traditional Chinese painting tools and said, "Let's go, let's eat."

When the two passed by the painting table, Qi Feixing suddenly noticed the movement of the mourning stick, he stood still and called to Xie Yi: "Wait a minute."

After speaking, Qi Feixing reached out and took out the mourning stick, and after applying protection, Song Xiaoyi who was inside almost floated out in a hurry, and then stood by the table, staring at the painting on it in a daze.

Qi Feixing walked over to take a look, the painting was officially the one that Zhou Lele forgot to bring, it was the protagonist of "Spirit".

"It really does matter." Qi Feixing said.

"Even after she died, she still had such a big reaction to related things. This manga should be very important to her."

Qi Feixing guessed: "Could it be that Yao Guang copied her?"

However, just after he finished speaking, before Xie Yi had time to say anything, Song Xiaoyi, who was in a mess of thoughts, suddenly became angry.

"Yaoguang didn't plagiarize!"

After one sentence, Qi Feixing was surprised, but Song Xiaoyi didn't say anything more.

After a long time, seeing that she still didn't respond, Xie Yi said: "Take her back."

"Okay." Qi Feixing raised his hand, and Song Xiaoyi disappeared in place.

Thinking about the clues just now, Qi Feixing was a little dazed again, and asked: "So Song Xiaoyi and Yao Guang seem to have a good relationship?"

Otherwise, when he said Yao Guang plagiarized, Song Xiaoyi shouldn't have such a big reaction.

Xie Yi said: "It's also possible that Yaoguang plagiarized these four characters and had something to do with Song Xiaoyi."

"I can't figure it out." Qi Feixing clapped his hands to wipe off the dust, and said, "Isn't there such a signing event?"

He said: "Let's go too, and take a close look at what's going on with that Yaoguang. It's more convenient to check if the real person is in front of you."

"Yeah." Xie Yi nodded in agreement.

Yaoguang's signing will be at the end of March. Because it is her first public appearance since painting, and there are works on fire, so many people come.

Qi Feixing waited for the ticket check behind the door to enter, and complained to Xie Yi: "I almost didn't get a ticket."

He said: "I didn't expect Yaoguang's popularity to be a little bigger than I imagined."

The entire exhibition hall was almost crowded with people. Qi Feixing looked at the tickets in his hand and was deeply worried: "If so many people line up to sign, then Yao Guang's hand will be wasted?"

Not only him, but the fans in front of him are also complaining.

"The merchant is too rude. What do editors do? There are so many people in the venue, how many tickets did they put out?"

The companion said: "I read the official website, it seems that there are seven thousand."

"Seven thousand? That's seven thousand a day, even a donkey wouldn't dare to sign so much, they didn't even limit the number of people."

Both of them were very angry: "I really want to make money and want to go crazy, so I just treat the teacher as a human being?"

Not only near Qi Feixing, but wherever you go, you can hear a burst of scolding, and even the staff members have ugly expressions.

While listening to their words, Qi Feixing was distracted to search for Yao Guang's figure, and was almost squeezed out by surprise.

Fortunately, Xie Yi hooked Qi Feixing's waist at the right time and moved towards his body, thus stabilizing his figure.

Qi Feixing's eyes drifted up to his waist, seeing that Yi withdrew his hand, he regretted it for a moment.

It's a pity that Xie Yi couldn't touch him a few more times to feel his strong waist!

Most of the people present were first-class Internet surfers, and many people noticed the two men among the thousands of flowers.

At first, everyone was whispering, but now they saw the interaction between Qi Feixing and Xie Yi, and there was a faint and weird laughter from behind.

But when Qi Feixing looked back in doubt, all the people behind had serious expressions, and they couldn't see anything wrong at all.

"I'm going to the toilet." Qi Feixing said to Xie Yi, and then left to go to the nearby public toilet.

This pavilion often holds similar events, so the public toilets are quite clean.

After Qi Feixing came out of the toilet, he was about to go back, but suddenly he heard someone talking. After hearing the key words, he immediately turned into the billboard next to him and hid.

As soon as I turned my gaze, I saw two women standing opposite each other behind the wall on the left side of the billboard, and one of them was facing Qi Feixing.

After seeing it clearly, I realized that it was the woman who accompanied Yaoguang to see a doctor in the hospital that day.

"Yaoguang, there are too many people today, can you really do it?" the other party asked with concern.

Yao Guang nodded with his back to Qi Feixing: "Liu Bian, don't worry, I can do it."

The editor on the opposite side couldn't help but want to blame her: "At that time, it was said that only 2000 people would be good, but you want to add [-] people."

The editor pointed to the long queue outside and frowned: "This is really signed, your hand is useless, do you still want to draw!"

The dialogue information showed that the number of people for this event was proposed by Yaoguang, and the company has been scolded for taking the blame for so long.

Qi Feixing stuck to the base of the wall, listening to the conversation going on over there.

"How do you look like you want to make more money like crazy?"

Editor Liu was puzzled: "Before you said in WeChat that you only wanted to draw in this life, and you didn't want to do signings or anything, but you didn't want to keep drawing, so the publication of the follow-up comics wanted to be delayed."

"You said that there was something to be revised in the seventh book, but nothing was changed in the version that was sent to me that day."

The editor couldn't help but reached out and touched Yao Guang's forehead, and said, "I don't have a fever... You can't find out the cause of your illness recently, but it's not a solution to keep admitting the wrong person like this."

The editor walked up and down again and again, obviously worried.

Yao Guang on the opposite side said nothing, and the editor was also a little discouraged: "I remember that you don't seem to have to support your family... Forget it, you can earn more money if you want, anyway, it's not me who suffers."

"There is still something ahead, I have to go to the town hall, you can sit there after you rest."

Only then did Yao Guang answer aloud: "Okay."

So the editor left in a hurry, and at this moment Yao Guang also received a call.

When Yao Guang answered the phone, he talked more than in front of the editor.

Qi Feixing looked at her turned expression from behind, as if she was arguing with someone, he thought for a while, and reached out to make a gesture, and heard the content of the call in the next second.

"The family has no money, remember to send more money this month."

Yaoguang was very impatient: "Why are you out of money again? Didn't I just call you 3 yuan a few days ago?"

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone said loudly: "What can you do with that little money? Enroll your brother in school and spend it all!"

"..." Yaoguang endured and endured, and finally said with a calm face: "I see, I will go to the bank to transfer money to you this afternoon."

The other side was very dissatisfied: "What afternoon are you waiting for, you go now."

Yao Guang said: "I can't leave the signing meeting now, and I can't transfer it to you!"

"What kind of bullshit meeting!" The person over there spoke very vulgarly, and said, "Go transfer the money!"

Yaoguang remained expressionless: "I can earn at least 50 yuan from this signing."

"50??" Hearing that, he was pleasantly surprised, and then reluctantly said: "Okay, okay, just a few days ago, your mother fell in love with a facade and wanted to open a mahjong parlor, and the total is only 60 to [-] .”

"Have a good meeting!" The man on the opposite side snarled, and then said: "Hang up, remember to transfer the money this afternoon, it will cost [-]."

"……it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Yaoguang squatted on the ground for a long time without standing up.

Until an assistant ran over there: "Teacher Yaoguang!"

The assistant called Yaoguang loudly, but Yaoguang didn't respond. When the assistant came to her, he patted her on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Yaoguang, the autograph session is about to begin."

Only then did Yao Guang slowly raise her head, her face was tired, and there was a trace of vigilance and bewilderment in it.

"I'm not Yao...I..." She suddenly got stuck, as if she had remembered something, she stood up in panic.

The assistant asked strangely: "Teacher Yaoguang, what's wrong?"

Yao Guang managed to straighten his expression, and said, "It's nothing."

She left her assistant behind and walked away, saying, "Go to the autograph meeting."

After the two passed the billboard, Qi Feixing came out from behind.

Yao Guang seems to be very contradictory. In the eyes of the editor and everyone, she is a glamorous person, but Qi Feixing sees it differently.

Besides, based on what she heard in the hospital that day, she seemed to have some memory problems.

So Qi Feixing had some guesses in his mind, he reached out his hand and took out a soul mirror from the compass, followed behind Yaoguang, and shone into Yaoguang's back not far away.

So the picture froze at that moment, Qi Feixing turned the mirror over to look at the picture above, frowning.

People have three souls and seven souls, but the light on the mirror has four souls.

She had a ray of refreshment.

The author has something to say:

good noon

Even if this small unit is over in the next chapter, there will be three changes today, eight thousand at six or seven in the afternoon, and three thousand at ninety in the evening.

感谢在2022-09-0321:13:23~2022-09-0412:05:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: I really want to read one more chapter of 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Huajiang Liang; 10 bottles of Yongyue Chenxing; 5 bottles of Jun and Last Night Star; 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!