Talking about crime on paper

For Lin Xixi, Wang Badou's stinginess is absolutely unacceptable.When detectives are traveling outside, they will be able to do things much more smoothly with a bank account, and they will naturally be able to find out more information.

There are many people coming and going on Feihua Street, and the road is wide enough for four carriages to walk side by side without being too crowded.

Opposite the Nightingale Pavilion is a pastry shop called Dianmeiju.

Having money can make ghosts turn the millstone, and it can also make Lin Xixi confident.Swaggeringly spent an afternoon in Dianmeiju, and more or less figured out the daily routine of Nightingale Pavilion.

It is open at night, and preparations have to be made since noon, and the gate of the Nightingale Pavilion is also opened at noon.There is also a side door, which is only for the guys to enter and exit.There are not many kinds of clothes for the guys, and Lin Xixi saw two kinds, one is the sackcloth worn by the handymen who buy and move goods, and the other is the cotton clothes worn by the handyman.

Lin Xixi didn't see any of the girls from the Nightingale Pavilion, let alone the newly promoted Li Ruanyu.

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The little handyman standing by the side door waiting for someone to deliver the goods glanced boredly, and saw a star shining on the flagstone floor under the afterglow of the setting sun——a piece of broken silver fell on the ground and bounced happily twice.

Looking around, no one was around, so the little handyman hurriedly bent down to pick it up.The broken silver fell on the ground and felt uneasy, so it jumped all the way into the narrow alley next to it.

Unwilling to let the money slip through his fingers, the little handyman hastily followed in.

There are people waiting in the narrow alley.

Before the little handyman could see the man's face clearly, a talisman fell into the back of his head, and then he rolled his eyes and fell paralyzed.

Lin Xixi offended in a low voice, picked up the broken silver and stuffed it into the handyman's chest as an apology.

The magic talisman only works for a limited time, so Lin Xixi hurriedly dragged the comatose handyman into the depths of the alley.

This little handyman was similar in stature to Lin Xixi. He neatly changed the coats of the two of them, and hurriedly tied the linen piece removed from the head of the handyman, and finally hid them in a pile in the narrow alley. Behind the wooden barrel, he quickly walked out of the alley.

On the right side of the alley is the side door of Nightingale Pavilion, Lin Xixi stepped in and walked deep with his head down.

"—Hey, what are you running, come here!"

Someone shouted within two steps, Lin Xixi was a thief for the first time, and felt very guilty, and froze, not knowing whether to run or stay.

"I'm calling you, come and help me!"

Lin Xixi turned around and saw a manager in cotton clothes calling him. Fortunately, the manager didn't realize that the little handyman had been dropped. I bought hot water and sent it to Miss Chunhua.

——At this point, the girls in the Nightingale Pavilion should be ready to wash and change to pick up the guests.

Lin Xixi hurriedly nodded in response, and walked towards the backyard by feeling the way. The water room was easy to find. Lin Xixi lined up behind a group of handymen to get a bucket of hot water, and then went out to find someone else secretly. More than half of the land was poured, leaving a bucket bottom, and I slipped into the building.

To blame could only be blamed on the fact that the bucket in Nightingale Pavilion was too big, carrying a bucket full of water, Lin Xixi had to die of exhaustion before seeing Li Ruanyu.Fortunately, his stature is not eye-catching, and the inside of the wooden barrel is too dark to see clearly, and he has not revealed his secrets along the way.

On the second floor, it is much quieter, only the whispering voices in the boudoirs of girls lined up in a row. It turns out that there is not only one girl living in each room, but also maids who serve them.

Looking in through the half-opened doors, the rooms on the second floor are well decorated, with heavy gauze curtains and curtains, creating an artistic conception of still holding a pipa.

The treatment of the girls in the Nightingale Court seems to be not bad, but somehow there are so many appalling intrigues.

Lin Xixi walked around for a long time but didn't find the doorway, so she finally saw a maid coming out of a room, and hurriedly went up to lick her face and asked, "Miss, the manager asked me to deliver hot water. Where is your fragrant boudoir?"

The servant girl was impatient at first, then turned suspicious after hearing the words, scanning him up and down.

Lin Xixi quickly smiled, squeezed out a bit of brilliance, and added: "The manager just transferred me out of the back kitchen today, and finally entered the front building to work. This is the first thing I have to do. You can't mess up the errand, and ask your sister to help you."

The servant girl turned pale, glanced at him, raised her head and said, "Miss Ruan Yu has a dedicated attendant, and it's not your turn. Which girl did the manager ask you to send this water to? Did you hear wrong?"

"Uh……"

"Oh, that's all, I have to get the hairpin for the girl, I don't have time to chat with you - Li Ruanyu's room is on the third floor, side by side with Ye Wenxiang's, you can go up and find it yourself."

The maid left in a hurry while talking, so as to save Lin Xixi from dealing with her again.

Lin Xixi hurried up to the third floor. This floor was obviously more expensive than the second floor. There were only three rooms on the whole floor. The door of the innermost room was covered by a red cloth. It should belong to Ye Wenxiang.

Originally, the number one room was supposed to be for the number one card, but firstly, the cause of Ye Wenxiang's death was unknown, and the judge should conduct further investigations, so he sealed the room first; Ruan Yu is not necessarily willing to move in.

Most likely it was the judge's seal that was unsightly, and Nightingale Pavilion added a piece of red cloth to seal it in order not to hinder the business.Perhaps Ye Wenxiang's death was a happy event for them.

The middle room has no light and no sound, I don't know what it is for, the outermost room is next to the stairs, and there are three or two figures shaking inside.

Lin Xixi decided to sit back and wait.

The servant girl's words reminded him that the people around Li Ruanyu should be specially arranged, and Lin Xixi might reveal his secret if he knocked on the door rashly with an unfamiliar face.

By accident, Lin Xixi carried a bucket and approached Ye Wenxiang's room.

Carefully tearing off the seal, Lin Xixi sneaked in lightly and closed the door from the inside.

There was no charcoal fire in the dark room, and it was a bit colder than outside, or maybe it was because of Ye Wenxiang's death, which made the room even more spooky.

Lin Xixi's heart was pounding, and she felt a chill down her spine after realizing it.

He didn't dare to light the lamp. After entering the door, he couldn't adapt to the darkness of the room. He accidentally bumped into a table by the door and dropped something on the ground.

Afraid that making any noise would attract attention, Lin Xixi didn't dare to walk around anymore, so she could only stand firmly by the door, and with the light coming in from outside, she got used to it for a while before she could see the layout of the house clearly.

It is very different from what I imagined, the decoration in this room is definitely not gorgeous, even a little plain.

Lin Xixi remembered what He Lin said, that Ye Wenxiang never let any benefactor into her room in her whole life, and it was probably because of this that her room didn't need exaggerated decorations to please the guests.

People are naturally absent, but there are surprisingly few things in the house.

Hualou Caiying's hairpin and ring costumes are definitely not missing, but now the cupboard is empty.Lin Xixi guessed that either the tailor took it away for inspection, or the flower girl took it away and sold it or distributed it to other girls-people can't use it, but things can be used to their full potential.

As a result, the things left in the room seemed even rarer. Apart from the cabinets and desks, there was only a cold big bed in the room, and a bathroom separated by a wooden screen.

Lin Xixi tiptoed around twice but didn't find any clues. Looking back, he saw an old dressing table by the door, which was exactly the one he bumped into when he just entered the door.

A lot of things that the girl's house used to dress up fell on the ground. There were a lot of fragments, and Lin Xixi had nothing to do with her, so she wanted to pick them up and put them back together.

A small round bead slipped out and rolled around on the ground twice.

Lin Xixi picked it up and saw that it was a small transparent bead about two fingers wide—it was actually a photo ball.

The photo ball can store images, one can only store a short clip, and there is also the sound of the scene where the photo was taken, and it is often used to store some memorable and precious scenes.

This thing is not rare at all. Once upon a time, almost every household in Lingdu would keep a few of them, and it was also a thought to take a look at them when they had nothing to do.

But that was a hundred years ago.

Lin Xixi has read this history in books. A hundred years ago, there were two major ethnic groups in the land of Lingdu.The ethnic group that needs to rely on the supply of spiritual veins to survive is called the spirit race; the ethnic group that relies on plundering and devouring the spirit race to survive is called the evil race.

After a world-shattering battle, most of the evil clans were wiped out, and the rest were just remnants and defeated generals, hiding in remote mountains and old forests, relying on the few remaining evil currents to survive.

But the spirit race has been weakened, the lifespan of more than a thousand years has been reduced to a hundred years, the spiritual power that almost everyone has, and the spiritual skills that everyone knows a few tricks have become even more rare—and now it is also a very small number of people. ability.On the contrary, they no longer need to rely on spiritual veins to survive, and they no longer need to worry about the invasion of evil races.

The main inhabitants of this land today are the weakened Eldar.

Since the weakening of the spirit clan, there have been fewer and fewer people born with spiritual power from generation to generation. In Lin Xixi's generation, he has become the only descendant in the clan with spiritual power.

The decline of spirit art caused the life of the Eldar to fall into a slow decline.

Take the magazine where Lin Xixi works as an example. The publications issued in the early days can be activated by spiritual power, so that readers can see some vivid and accurate restoration scenes. its environment.

Up to now, most of the publications only have text, which conveys limited information palely and fragilely. Even the few color images require the publication company to hire people who are proficient in spiritual arts to print them.

I don't know what it will be like after another hundred years, when the spiritual art has completely disappeared from this continent.

Nowadays, the photo-shooting ball, a gadget that needs spiritual power to activate the photo-shooting ball, and also needs spiritual power to reproduce the phantom, has gradually been sealed in the bottom of the box.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wenxiang would keep one.

Curiosity is extremely lethal to young people. Lin Xixi's hands were itchy, a burst of spiritual power was injected into the photo ball, and a phantom appeared in the dark room, vividly recreating the past scenes in this cold and dim room. in the room.

A little girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, with willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, petite red lips, and snow-white complexion, is a very delicate beauty.Such a person seems to have a charm in every anger and anger, and between the opening and closing of the eyelashes, it seems to have a small hook, and it is easy to hook the soul of others.

Lin Xixi only saw the appearance of Ye Wenxiang in the manuscript in the morning. In this phantom, it was Ye Wenxiang from a few years ago.

At least judging from the phantom in the photo ball in his hand, Lin Xixi can't see Ye Wenxiang's "pungentness". At least in Ye Wenxiang, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, what catches the eye is her smart and charming temperament, which is different from the rumors. It's a far cry from the rampant vulgarity.The only thing that conforms to the rumors is her natural obsequiousness.

Ye Wenxiang in the phantom is on the stage, wearing red and green on her body, pretending to be a boudoir lady, with her mouth open, singing a song——

My heart resents the god who is playing tricks on me. Once we say goodbye to our old friend, we will never see each other again for the rest of our lives.

The wandering soul returns, and recounts the old dreams with you.