Late at night, under the lonely lamp in Dali Temple.

Di Renjie looked at the file in front of him with a expressionless face, but there were more files piled up on the cart next to him.

Just like a man in charge, without any delay or any distraction.

Focusing on every line of handwriting, I searched for all the files again, looking for any clues like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In the hearts of others, the Dali Temple spies who solve cases are like gods are often born and die, fighting fiercely with the villains, hiking deep behind enemy lines, lurking in the darkness, driving a carriage, and then scanning by one glance to find countless doubts...

Unfortunately, reality has never been so romantic. It only takes day after day between the documents and endless wanderings between the crime scene and the archives.

There are countless painful thoughts about gaining nothing.

He is known as the most wise detective in this world, and after the halo, he is the most painful seeker in this world.

I am tireless, I don’t know how to stop, nor do I know how to stop.

A cold truth machine.

"Yuan Fang, archive the B-font size." After Di Renjie finished reading the last book, he whispered. The young man who was dozing off the corner of the wall suddenly woke up and scratched his head: "Do you still have to continue reading? Sir, even if you toss and turns, you can't find any new clues."

"No, I just discovered the doubts in the past."

Di Renjie said expressionlessly: "We have not noticed anything from beginning to end, and the biggest doubt is."

"What?" Yuan Fang was stunned.

When I looked up, I saw that the copies covered on the walls and countless complicated records were dazzling. But under the outline of the red pen, all the fine traces were connected by the continuous red mark.

It was like a surging river hidden under the nine earths and appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

That is all the movements since Li Bai entered Chang'an!

"What's going on?" Yuan Fang was stunned, and then suddenly realized and became excited: "It turns out that the person named Li had something wrong, right? I'll take someone to catch him..."

Bang!

Di Renjie slapped the back of his head, with a blank expression on his face: "Look carefully."

When Yuan Fang watched curiously, he found that Di Renjie actually connected all the activities of Wu Yougong in Chang'an City from Li Bai's perspective.

At every time, every event, the role played by everyone, the ups and downs of experience, the dark mysteries, and even the straight trajectory of Li Bai between countless conspiracies...

It's like a sharp sword that tear everything apart, penetrates and defeats it.

It's breathtaking.

"This guy... is really a bit amazing." Yuan Fang scratched his head and sighed: "I feel that if I write a big drama, I will definitely be the protagonist. Oh, I might be able to win a male supporting role, but I feel that Lord Di can only be a villain..."

Well, it's still the kind that I have to pinch my nose and clean up the finishing touch every time.

"Although it's a bit unsettling, at least I've grasped the point." Di Renjie glanced at this guy.

"Villain?"

Bang!

Yuan Fang's hand covering the back of her head was not as fast as Lord Di's hand.

"It's a big show."

Di Renjie withdrew his hand and corrected, "If it were a drama, it would be better. Although it was a bit crappy and vulgar, there were still some principles to persuade good and quit evil.

But don’t forget, Yuan Fang, there are so many coincidences in reality, and there are so many dramas... Haven’t you noticed that Li Bai and his friends’ experience from beginning to end is too bizarre."

Too much, simple.

He intervened in the Yunjianlou storm so simply, and naturally interfered with the election of the owner, and then defeated the Qingshan Association in such a smooth manner...

It's like a story.

But when I checked it out now, I found that it was really too deliberate!

It's like a character on the stage.

Whether it is Li Bai, Xun Qing, himself, Yuan Fang, or anything else involved, everyone is an actor and everyone is a puppet.

Everyone was pulled by an invisible pair of hands...

Just like the prey in the net, the futile struggle and searching in vain seemed to have obtained sweet dew, but that was just the last gift set by the predator.

Attracted by bait, he ignores other traces and hides the real secret in the darkness.

"But who can control all this?" Yuan Fang felt chill.

"Do you still need to ask, Yuan Fang?" Di Renjie looked back with a blank expression: "Who can play the whole of Chang'an besides Wu Yougong? Wu You announced a game where there were chess pieces placed against Li Bai in this game."

In the long silence, Yuan Fang was stiff and speechless.

I only felt a chill that penetrated my bones.

"The only question is when did it start? When did it start preparing all this, and when did it rehearse this exciting drama?"

Di Renjie narrowed his eyes and murmured softly: "From the destruction of the Qingshanhui?From the fall of Yunjianlou? Or from the moment Li Bai stepped into Chang'an?"

Or, even longer ago? And... who was the chess piece clothed beside Li Bai?

No matter what, Di Renjie has an instinctive premonition - perhaps, the end of this drama is about to come, and the malice hidden in the darkness is about to burst out.

However, when the tool has completed its mission, the next step will only get in the way, and all that remains is only one result.

"Call all the people right away!"

When he realized all this, Di Renjie turned around and ordered: "Also, find out where Li Bai and the others are! Where did they go..."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Yuan Fang tried hard to kick open the door in the workshop.

Looking at the mess inside.

Sleeping in stagnation.

They are late.

At this moment, in the ruins.

The red face woke up from the nightmare and was sweating profusely.

Then, I saw the hideous figure standing in the darkness, looking down coldly. The blood-dropped head rolled under his feet.

Die with your eyes open.

Wang Anliu!

"So that's what..."

In a brief silence, looking at the hideous deer antlers faintly emerging in the darkness, I felt a burst of mockery: "Even ghosts need to be used, I am really worthy of being Wu Yougong..."

The antler was speechless and just waved.

The head fell to the ground.

In the dead silence, the demon turned around and left, and there was no other sound here.

Li Bai heard the singing from the depths of the courtyard.

All the way, I pulled Xun Qing over the high walls between the markets and finally arrived at the mansion of the "Boqingjun". What I saw was this scene.

The door opened at a touch.

Under the moonlight, in the huge courtyard, the surging flowing water fell from the rockery and burst out with crisp water. Under the operation of countless meridians, floating bridges constantly change on the lake, driving the pavilions and platforms.

The entire courtyard seemed to be a huge mechanism, constantly running, gradually showing indescribable malice from the tranquility and beauty.

Accompanied by the crisp beats and ups and downs, the low and melodious sound echoed in the quiet night, like a ghost singing, and what was behind made Xun Qing feel creepy.

"Walking on the cypress boat, it also flows on its flow. I can't sleep, as if I have any hidden worries. I don't have any wine, so I can travel with a rooster."

The sad female voice sang softly, "I have no knowledge of my heart, so I can't take care of it. There are brothers, so I can't take it. I'll just say that I'll be angry with him..."

Even if the sword energy in Li Bai's chest was as cold as frost and snow, he could feel the sorrow and sadness in the singing, and could not help but be slightly moved.

This is a verse from the Book of Songs.

Baizhou.

What is told is the sorrow in the heart.

Carrying pain and sadness, carrying the boat, drinking to relieve sorrow.

I hate my heart is not a mirror, and cannot reflect and leave a picture. I hate my heart is not a rolling stone, and cannot go with the flow... I have many worries, endless pain, and the cycle of day and night, why do I overlap with light and darkness, and have aspirations to frost and snow, and why can't I spread my wings and fly high?

“There is definitely a problem.”

Xun Qing's voice trembled slightly: "As such a big house, I don't even light a candle in the black bun winter, and there is no one... I'm afraid it's not a haunted person, right?"

"Maybe."

Li Bai lowered his eyes and felt the murderous intent surging in the darkness. "Maybe, people are waiting for us. You are right, there is indeed a problem."

"Are you going to leave? Xun Qing, the last chance?" Li Bai said softly: "You decide."

During a brief silence, Xun Qing swallowed and spitted.

Shake your head hard.
To be continued...