Talking about crime on paper

"Last name?"

"Forest."

"what is it call?"

"whee."

"What happened?"

"Uh, hit someone."

"Who was hit?"

"...Murong Di."

"Why beat him?"

"Uh, scared."

"Beat me if I'm afraid of you? What are you afraid of?"

"Well, he and Li Ruanyu stopped me and wouldn't let me go. Whenever I was scared, I couldn't help but beat someone..."

"Why not let you go?"

"Because I sneaked into the Nightingale Pavilion disguised as a handyman... I got something..."

"You're going to say that after you entered the tailoring department?" He Lin was annoyed and funny, and pushed a plate of stewed beef in front of Lin Xixi, "Yes, you, Lin Xixi, if I arrive in the middle of the night, are you Aren't you going to enter the tribunal again?"

"Uh, my father taught me since I was a child, to be frank and lenient." Lin Xixi took two chopsticks of beef into his mouth, and muttered, "But how did you find me?"

"...Are you quite proud?" He Lin said with a splitting headache, propping his forehead, "Do you remember Meiju? It's my property. The shopkeeper said there was a man in white with bruises on the corner of his mouth and a red mark on the bridge of his nose." My little son wandered around the store all afternoon and ate all the dim sum in the store for three rounds, which is really unusual. I guessed it was you!"

Lin Xixi swallowed the beef with a disheveled face.

He Lin saw that his heart was as big as a fight, and when he came out of the Nightingale Pavilion, he yelled that he was hungry, made a fuss and gorged himself on food, he was so angry that he couldn't get angry for a while, "Say what you want to say!"

Lin Xixi was very annoyed, "If I had known that Dianmeiju belonged to you, I wouldn't have paid the money. The right is to collect debts, as much as I can collect. However, Dianmeiju's kumquat cups are delicious, but expensive a bit."

"Of course, the kumquat cups are made by the best pastry chef in Wuwang City. It takes a full hour to make a tray...Why should I tell you this!" He Lin was on the verge of collapse, and slapped the table, "Yesterday Murong The lord of the city intended to invite me to a banquet, because you were delayed, so it was changed to today; who would have thought that today I was preparing for the banquet, and I passed by Dianmeiju, and after hearing what the shopkeeper said, I saw a person next to you coming out of the alley next to the Nightingale Pavilion. People with similar numbers are still wearing the new clothes I personally brought you this morning. I knew you were going to mess around! Hastily pushed back the banquet of Murong City Lord! Lin Xixi, Lin Xixi, you are really mine Nemesis!"

"Don't, don't, don't be angry...Brother?" Lin Xixi finally felt a little ashamed, and said flatteringly, "Look, it's because you came in time that I didn't really hit that Murong Di. It's City Lord Murong's younger brother, and City Lord Murong still needs to thank me... Oh, by the way, what's City Lord Murong's name?"

"Ah?" He Lin was stunned by the sudden "Big Brother", "Oh, his name is Murong Xiao."

Lin Xixi suddenly put down her chopsticks, "Murong...Xiao? Which word? But Shengxiao's Xiao?"

"correct."

——The third suspect appeared!

"What do you ask for this?"

Lin Xixi hurriedly recounted what she saw and heard today, from the photo ball to the hair purse.

"Do you suspect that the purse is related to Murong Xiao?"

Lin Xixi was hopeful, "Could it be him?"

"Murong Xiao cares about reputation very much, and never goes to Hualou."

"..." Suspect No. [-] was crossed out.

"Among Ye Wenxiang's acquaintances, is there anyone with 'Xiao' in their name? Since they've got hair knots, there's no reason why they won't see each other for a long time."

He Lin shook his head, "Probably not."

Seeing Lin Xixi's disappointed expression, He Lin continued: "However, the magazine has investigated her past. Ye Wenxiang's life experience is miserable. Both parents died since childhood. There is no one in the family. She has been begging, juggling, and singing. , and later entered the Nightingale Pavilion when she was desperate. She was in the theater troupe a few years ago, so it is possible that she sang for the Murong family."

"Then it is possible that we have met." Lin Xixi added the third suspect.

"But..." He Lin tapped his fingertips on the table and asked, "Have you ever wondered why Li Ruanyu can recognize that purse at a glance?"

No wonder he always felt that there was something wrong with Li Ruanyu, the original problem was here.Lin Xixi recalled that the purse looked nothing special at first glance, and the word "Xiao" was embroidered very small, but Li Ruanyu grabbed it in her hand as soon as she saw it. Is it too unusual?

"Either, Li Ruanyu has seen this purse before; or, there is some unique mark on the purse that only Li Ruanyu knows." Lin Xixi thought for a while and added, "But if she had seen it before, she should have known The inside story should not be so out of control suddenly crying..."

Lin Xixi was very annoyed, he should have brought out the purse just now, "What kind of person is Li Ruanyu?"

This question caught He Lin's attention. He thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with two words, "Confidence, self-restraint."

Will a person who is proud and self-reliant easily lose his composure in front of strangers?Lin Xixi bit her chopsticks, "Meeting her today is really unexpected, and it is too different from the rumors."

"The rumors are unbelievable." He Lin shook his head, "Cai Ying is more valuable than ordinary prostitutes, and Nightingale Pavilion is one of the best flower houses in Wuwang City. How can so many people have really seen Li Ruanyu?" It’s just listening to the wind and the rain, what is written about her in newspapers and storybooks, and what storytellers say about her, others will tell her about her, and if there are too many people will believe her.”

Lin Xixi found the source and asked him, "Then why didn't the chief investigator investigate the truth?"

He Lin smiled meaningfully, "So what if it is verified? Publications can be sold for money as long as they publish the content that the people like to read. Caiying like Li Ruanyu pays attention to reputation so that she can give herself gold, so she has to spend money and money. The chief editor of the detective has opened up the relationship. The publisher earns money from both sides, and does things that benefit both parties, so why not do it."

Subjectivity dominates objectivity, illusion replaces reality. If even the magazines that are the source of news indulge this weird trend, in what direction will the facts be deviated in the end?

It was hard for Lin Xixi to agree with these words. He felt a mouthful of hot noodle soup sticking to his throat, and said strangely: "Both sides benefit? Then the facts don't matter?"

"You can't say that." He Lin paused, "It depends on the facts."

Lin Xixi put down her chopsticks, "I won't eat."

He Lin knew that he had something to say, so he asked patiently, "What's wrong?"

Lin Xixi lowered her eyes, "I thought the investigation should investigate the facts, the original facts."

"The flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, do they count as flowers and the moon?" He Lin called the clerk to pay the bill, "The fact is seen by human eyes, and then it is said by human mouth, it is no longer the original truth."

Lin Xixi felt irritable, and didn't know how to refute, so she just followed He Lin sullenly, out of the restaurant, and walked towards Qianzhong Mountain.

Silent all the way.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he seemed to be suddenly enlightened. He hurriedly grabbed He Lin, pointed at the full moon in the sky, and said excitedly: "The moon in the water is not the moon, but the moon in the sky is the moon! There is always a way, there is always a way to restore the facts , so that everyone can see it like looking up at the moon!"

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