Walking through the lonely city of Wanren Mountain

"This is the only person who found the dead man. He was a woodcutter." Huang Sanpao brought the man back and looked at Samodoro sitting on the chair. For the first time, he felt that such a person who could make jokes became In this way, there is really a little...

"The little people pay homage to the officials." The woodcutter bowed to Samodoro without saying a word, obviously not knowing the identity of Prince Samodoro.

"Get up." Since he didn't know yet, Samodoro didn't bother to say such things, he was too tired.

Huang Sanpao thought why he would listen to Samodoro so easily. In front of Samadoro, it would be difficult if you didn't want to listen. With such a noble temperament, this person is born to be an emperor or a prince.

"Xiaomin will tell the truth." The woodcutter stood up very sincerely.

"Xiaomin happened to be collecting firewood to go home at that time. He passed by Qiuzi Temple, which was originally a mountain family, so he took a detour..."

【Memories of the woodcutter】

"That's great. I've collected so much firewood today, and my family is satisfied with it." The woodcutter walked back happily.

Hearing the crisp sound of birdsong and smelling the direction of wild flowers on the way, I felt so good for the first time today.

"That's the Qiuzi Temple, it's been abandoned for a while." The woodcutter glanced at the Qiuzi Temple below, sighed and shook his head, what can he do, he is a villager.

"Let's take a detour, so we can go home early for dinner." After making up his mind, the woodcutter took a shortcut and planned to go home early.

Walking along the mountain road, a layer of fog suddenly appeared, and I couldn't feel the east, west, north, south.

"Damn the weather." The woodcutter cursed secretly in his heart, and simply walked according to his own feelings, stumbling along the way, and it was considered down the mountain.

I don't know if it was his luck, but seeing a looming figure in front of him, the woodcutter hurried forward, wanting to ask for the way.

When he came to the front, the man was dressed plainly, and seeing that he was as poor as himself, he felt relieved and patted the man on the shoulder: "Brother, let me know how to get there."

But the man continued walking as if he didn't hear him, the woodcutter frowned, he was so arrogant.

The woodcutter thought for a while, and decided to go around to the man and continue to ask, but he saw that the man's eyes were dull, as if he was looking at something empty. One piece and one close, like a fish spitting bubbles.

"You, what's wrong with you." The woodcutter was startled, and was about to pat him to wake him up, but the man ignored him and walked around him.

"Hey, there is fog ahead. If you walk like this, you might fall off the cliff!" The woodcutter kept calling the man, but he ignored him and kept walking in the same direction, as if being controlled by someone. It also seems to confuse the soul, and it has never changed.

"It's a little bit, a little bit..." The woodcutter heard what the man was reading.

Still close?What is it?The woodcutter wondered, he must not let the man go on, he shouted: "There is still something, alas, you stop."

After a long time, the woodcutter chased after him again, and finally heard the next sentence vaguely: "Not yet, just a little bit, it's finished..."

What did he come for? The woodcutter got a little angry and decided to ignore him.

【End of memory】

"Like a person who lost three souls and six souls?" Samodoro summarized his memories for him.

The woodcutter thought about it, and nodded hurriedly: "That's right, that person looks really scary, I really can't describe it in words."

"Sanpao, take someone down." Samodoro stood up and walked to the window with his hands behind his back.

Huang Sanpao brought him down, and Samadoro narrowed his eyes: "Is it you, do you want Jialan to be so unwilling to be under Chang'an?"

"Samo." Li Zhi's figure as cold as the moon appeared by the door.

Samodoro withdrew his gaze and raised a warm smile: "A Zhi, why don't you take a break?"

"Futaba's autopsy report came out, why are you still here?" Li Zhi frowned slightly, and held out his hand to him.

Samodoro held his hand and took him into his arms: "It's nothing, just received someone who is more valuable to the case."

"Let's go." Li Zhi looked up at him and asked him.

"Hmm." Samodoro kissed the corner of the mouth of the person in his arms and answered him.

【Dali Temple. Mortuary】

"Samo, you are finally here." Tan Shuangye waved to Samodoro.

"Boss, I sent Zisu home first." Huang Sanpao also ran in and reported to Li Zhi.

Li Zhi nodded, and Samodoro looked at Tan Shuangye: "How does it feel to re-dissect."

"Great, it's just...I've never seen a more normal corpse than his." Tan Shuangye pulled out a wry smile, and pointed to the corpse on the mortuary table.

"Didn't find it?" Huang Sanpao looked curious, mixed with a look of impossibility.

"Then I don't want to be an asshole." Tan Shuangye turned to Samodoro and Li Zhi with a profound look that you don't understand, "On the surface, I really can't find anything, but in fact, I really dissected it, and I found A substance that I have not discovered and is incomprehensible."

It's really, a little funny for a medical genius to say that she hasn't found it, and it's an incomprehensible substance. Samodoro nodded and motioned her to continue.

"This substance is miraculous. It can be digested and detoxified in the stomach. It is not harmful, but it is a bit addictive." Tan Shuangye said later, with a heavy tone, especially the word "addiction".

"Addictive substances? Wow, it's kind of amazing." Huang Sanpao exclaimed, somewhat half-jokingly.

"This is not a joke, it's really addictive, and just a little bit, it's colorless and tasteless, and its effect of creating illusions is stronger than that of drugs." Tan Shuangye's voice was raised a little bit, and his solemn expression made people feel a little scared.

"Then how strong should this kind of thing be." Li Zhi said to Tan Shuangye in a deep voice.

"I can't estimate it. I can't measure it now, but this kind of substance can't be popular in Chang'an, or the world, otherwise the loss of Datang will be incalculable." Tan Shuangye has already answered this question very pertinently.

"That's very good." Samodoro said, and he said lightly, "Futaba, you continue to study this substance and find an effective solution. Sanpao, I want you to go to the house near the Qiuzi Temple to inquire about it. What happened to the Qiuzi Temple, I am in charge of the question of who the deceased is."

The division of labor was clear, each nodded, and quickly took action.

【Changan. Outside Dali Temple】

"Then what about me, is it possible that I'm here waiting for news from you?" Li Zhi looked at the people around him and pursed his lips.

"Have a good rest." Samodoro smiled softly and looked at the person in front of him.

The author has something to say:

High energy ahead, the second update today!

Thanks to Miss A Xiao (Xiao Shengyan) for her support (please allow me to call it that).And those readers I saw.

The last update tomorrow.

Samodoro, let's see each other.

If my hair reaches my waist,

You promised to marry me with a hundred miles of red makeup when Chang'an is full of flowers.

But why did you go in the end,

Leave me alone in Chang'an waiting for your red makeup all my life.