[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Solve the case and decrypt it.

This is of course the first to unravel the cocoon, then find the beginning and end of the context, and finally return to the source and point to the real culprit.

Wang Zhi and Li Xunhuan first started with Zhao Ling'an's death.

Zhao Ling'an was thirty-four, male, businessman, ordinary-looking, innocent, with no bad habits, no complicated background, both parents died in the family, three wives and concubines, and four children.

Ordinary ones are like a pebble under the Forbidden City, and ordinary ones are like a small flower that can be seen everywhere in spring.

It's just a businessman.

Such a person, if it is normal, Wang Zhi will not even look at a hair.

But now he not only has to look, but also has to look carefully.

Zhao Ling'an's body has not yet been buried, naked, naked,, naked, lying on the ice, although there is a bit of rotten smell, but his brows and eyes are peaceful and smiling, as if he has entered a perfect scene dream.

There were no signs of fracture in his limbs, and his skin was blue and white without the slightest scar.

A trace of disgust appeared on Wang Zhi's face, he stretched out his hand to lift Zhao Ling'an's eyelids and looked at him, and then someone shaved his hair clean.

Li Xun Huan frowned when he saw it, but he didn't stop him.

"You are indeed much better than those pedantic scholars."

A smile appeared on Wang Zhi's lips.

"The bastards in Shuntian Mansion only know to be afraid of people's words, greedy for life and afraid of death, so how can they catch the real culprit?"

"You know a lot."

Li Xunhuan said.

"If you stay in the imperial city for a long time, there will be nothing in this world that you don't understand."

Zhao Ling'an was shaved off with three thousand threads of worries, only revealing a bald head as round as a full moon and as bright as a bright pearl.

Wang Zhi picked up a scarf and held Zhao Ling'an's head in his hands to inspect it carefully.

He suddenly sneered.

Li Xun Huan raised his eyes and saw a bruise and blood stain looming in the center of his head.

"Silver needle piercing the skull."

Li Xun Huan said: "There are only three people in Jianghu who are accustomed to this method and act so recklessly."

"Avalokitesvara Shen Li."

"Zhang Miao, the red hedgehog."

"Curly long wind."

Wang Zhi said: "It must be a long wind."

"Shen Li made an appointment with the king of Saibeilu people three days ago." Li Xun Huan said, "Could it be that Zhang Miao is in your hands?"

Wang Zhi frowned: "Yes."

Li Xun Huan stopped talking.

He was a friend who always had a lot of secrets.

Some of these secrets should be known, and some should not be known.

But a secret is a secret.

Friends are friends.

"The wind is blowing in Kyoto."

He thought about it and said.

"If he really killed someone, then he will only be in one place."

"Then we'll go there."

Wang Zhi said, his brows and eyes were full of hostility.

It was murderous anger.

He seemed to have decided that the murderer must be Jue Changfeng.

Li Xunhuan just smiled lightly.

There are still doubts in his mind.

Juan Changfeng can kill people, and even pretend to be a peerless beauty.

Because he was a murderer, and he was also a beauty who was neither male nor female.

But why did he make the expressions of the 23 people in the Zhao Mansion freeze on calm smiles?Why is it necessary to enter the Forbidden City to kill three ordinary cleaning eunuchs?

Isn't this a silly thing?A thankless task?

Juan Changfeng has never been a fool who loves fame.

Juan Changfeng is certainly not a fool who loves fame.

He is an actor.

The actor is naturally in the theater.

He is on the stage, singing opera.

Juan Changfeng is a beauty, a very beautiful beauty.

He acted like a drunken concubine.

But he was not pretending to be the peerless concubine Yang Guifei.

He played the eunuch.

Bending over, lowering his head, carefully supporting Concubine Yang Gui, he looked humble and insignificant.

But the eyes of the people present unconsciously stayed on him.

At this moment, Yang Guifei became a supporting role instead.

Seeing Li Xun Huan, he let out a long sigh.

This sigh is an indescribable regret, an indescribable helplessness.

His eyes were still bright and clear.

The murderous look between Wang Zhi's brows became stronger, he stared at the eunuch on the stage and said sharply: "Zuan Changfeng!"

Juan Changfeng's pace slowed down.

He straightened up slowly and raised his head.

His face is small, his eyebrows are thin, his eyes are big, his lips are tender, and his figure is even softer. Even his exaggerated appearance can't conceal the coquettishness in his bones.

Juan Changfeng looked at Wang Zhi and Li Xunhuan, his beautiful eyes were bent like crescent moons.

Crescent Moon really appeared in the world of Wang Zhi and Li Xunhuan.

A bright crescent moon.

crescent array.

The entire theater sky seemed to be covered by the array of needles.

No one knows where Jue Changfeng's needles come from, why there are so many, just like no one knows why Jue Changfeng will sing a play for a month after killing people.

Volume Changfeng is a mystery.

A mystery that hides many, many past events.

Every mystery has a key, and it will be solved one day.

Li Xun Huan couldn't solve the mystery of Juan Changfeng.

But he broke the needle that rolled the wind.

He stood in front of Wang Zhi and closed his eyes.

Close your eyes, it is dark.

When it is dark, there are stars.

Countless stars appeared in Li Xunhuan's world.

He smiled.

The knife at the fingertips left his hand and slashed straight towards the brightest star.

With a soft chirp, the ordinary knife pierced through the wine-scented air in the theater, passed through the bright crescent needle, and landed gently and ordinaryly between Jue Changfeng's belly.

The hot and fragrant blood spurted out.

Curl Changfeng let out a cry of pain.

He is not dead.

But he couldn't move.

The long wind calmed down.

His crescent formation is still there.

Li Xunhuan still did not open his eyes.

He made another stab with a calm expression.

This knife is a sharp knife.

Soon, Wang Zhi seemed to hear the sound of the sky in the opera garden being torn apart by a knife.

The flying knife did not pass through the crescent needle.

It crashed straight into the crescent formation.

There was a crisp ding, and the air flow surged!

The crescent moon scattered in all directions, as if the stars were falling.

Very beautiful.

Li Xunhuan opened his eyes.

His eyes are still dark and pale blue, soft and flexible like willow branches in spring, and the sea water under the summer light is warm and full of vitality.

Also beautiful.

He looked at Wang Zhi.

"But are you okay?"

Wang Zhi's heart suddenly felt like a needle prick.

He felt like he was being stabbed.

By the crescent needle.

Knives were thrown.

By... Li Xunhuan.

He looked away from Li Xun Huan's face, without saying a word.

He walked towards the long wind.

Li Xunhuan smiled lightly.

He also walked towards the long wind.

Juan Changfeng curled up, blood flowed out from his belly continuously, staining his costume red, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Taking advantage of his face, it is coquettish and magnificent.

Still beautiful.

He looked at Li Xun Huan, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Romantic Swordsman?"

"Li Xunhuan?"

Li Xunhuan smiled and nodded.

Juan Changfeng smiled, his smile was very clean, very clear, neither evil nor beautiful at all.

Smiling like a child everywhere in the street.

"Why are you here?"

he asks.

"Many people died."

Li Xunhuan said.

Juan Changfeng said: "Do you think I killed it?"

"You have this possibility, you want to kill us."

Curly Changfeng shook his head.

"I don't want to kill you."

"I only kill those who come looking for me."

"no matter who."

Wang Zhi sneered.

"Did you kill Zhao Ling'an's family?"

Juan Changfeng was silent for a moment, then Fang said: "I should have said I killed it."

He still looked at Li Xunhuan.

"But I don't want to say that now."

"I didn't kill it."

His eyes are sincere and bright.

Li Xun Huan smiled: "I believe in you."

"Thank you."

Juan Changfeng's beautiful eyes were bent into crescent moons, and his lips were suddenly pursed.

A trace of black blood overflowed from his lips.

He closed his eyes.

In his eyes was Li Xunhuan's figure.

Startled, Li Xun Huan took a step forward, squatted down, and leaned towards Jue Changfeng's neck.

Cold and calm.

The dead can no longer die.

There was a look of sadness and regret in Li Xun Huan's eyes.

This look is very strong, so strong that anyone can feel his mood.

Wang Zhi's expression turned cold.

"Do you also believe what Jue Changfeng said?"

Li Xun Huan sighed, "I believe it."

"He is dead, this is the best evidence in the world."

"Perhaps he committed suicide in fear of guilt."

Wang Zhi said in disdain.

"He's not that kind of person."

Li Xunhuan stood up.

"You know him?"

"Now we know each other."

He held Curly Changfeng in his arms.

"What are you holding him for?"

"Bury."

Today, the weather is fine and the sun is shining.

Juan Changfeng was dead, on the stage, in Li Xunhuan's arms.

with his secret.

A sweet and poignant secret.

I was young.

I once met a young man in a thin shirt, riding a horse leaning against a leaning bridge.

The author has something to say:

I wanted to update it the day before yesterday, but I was so tired, QAQ, I dragged it until today, but I still don’t want to update it, but I don’t want to keep breaking your trust, QAQ, there will be another update in a while.