[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Curl Changfeng is dead.

There is no more indistinguishable beauty in this world, no more an opera singer who will sing for a month after killing someone.

But for most people in and outside of Kyoto, the weather is just right and the snow is silent.

Small red clay stove, early winter green plum wine, have a drink, okay?

When people die, the lights go out, the birds die and the trees wither, and the vast expanse of whiteness makes life clean.

It's snowing again.

It has been snowing intermittently for two days.

Juan Changfeng has also been dead for two days.

Li Xunhuan and Wang Zhi's investigation of the case has also reached a deadlock.

The beautiful Wang Zhi boy has gone from being a beautiful person whom everyone loves to go straight to the hell hungry ghost to kill Yan Luo. A face as smooth as water and petals is filled with murderous aura. The servants of the Shuntian government office who were waiting to be selected to investigate the case were reprimanded, and many people's buttocks were beaten into rotten peaches.

But he dared not speak out.

In the eyes of others, Yan Luo, the evil ghost in the world, seemed to be able to restrain his gloomy spirit a little bit when he treated Li Xun Huan, and the rest could not shake his human emotions at all.

Li Xunhuan was not in a hurry.

He is very stable.

It is as steady as the hand of a peerless swordsman holding a sword, a stone standing alone on a cliff thousands of feet high.

Steady is not like him in Wang Zhi's eyes.

Wang Zhi should be angry.

He also has the right to be angry.

Anyone who works together in this world is so anxious that he is furious like thunder and his heart is scratched like a knife, while the other person looks at ease, talking about wine, leisurely and stable, there will inevitably be some resentment and unwillingness in his heart.

What's more, Wang Zhi has never been a good person with a gentle temper.

However, when Wang Zhi saw Li Xun Huan, and saw the intact self in his eyes, it was like fire meeting warm water, winter meeting spring day, and he couldn't let out the evil fire in his mouth.

Had to leave angrily.

Qin Ru, who heard about this, was not in a hurry.

Li Xunhuan is a person who looks up to the sky with a long smile, whether he goes out, or starts out respectfully and modestly, when he is drunk, he has long sighs, and when he is angry and sad, he has words like ice.

The only thing that remains the same.

His hands, his hands never shake at certain moments.

When holding a knife.

Clearly just want to be free.

Things are as stable as Mount Tai.

Broad-minded.

But there is a cavity in his heart that cannot violate justice.

He is doing things and being a man. Since I met him, I have never seen him slack in the slightest.

Such and such, naturally has its own reason.

Day three.

The case really took a turn for the better.

The author has something to say:

I thought the dissertation would be completed in at most two weeks. My wife is naive. I changed it to after twelve o’clock every day, and recently it was after two o’clock. The temporary data was not good, so I changed the subject again to do the experiment. I have to finish the thesis again. Actually let me do it again, how old I was, I don’t remember the number of times I changed it, there was a pre-defense before the defense, I don’t know one time, I was also drunk... It’s all an excuse, and there is also a break , but I'm too tired, I really can't get up to write, but I have to update it intermittently until the end. ...