The Ghosts Are Here
Out of the seven leaders of the Liu Gang, five had already appeared in Yuzhou City.
What about the other two?
The guard continued reporting, "This subordinate wanted to continue listening to what they had to say, but Li Mingzhou dragged Yun Tongyang into his room, so we had no choice but to return."
Wasn't that even stranger?
What was the secret between Yun Tongyang and Li Mingzhou?
Jing Rong couldn't think of anything at the moment, but it could be a new clue.
He had intended to look for Ji Yunshu, but on second thought, that woman hadn't rested for two days. If he told her now, wouldn't she be tormented again?
Therefore, he immediately dispelled this idea!
Meanwhile, Ji Yunshu was sitting anxiously in her room, occasionally glancing at Shi Zijin who was guarding her at the door.
He really was an obedient person.
She pinched the space between her eyebrows and sighed with her hand on her forehead.
Her mind was filled with cases!
Finally, she couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up abruptly, but just as she reached the door, Shi Zijin blocked her way.
"Teacher Ji, His Highness told you to rest well."
"There are only two days left. I can't just sit here and do nothing."
"No."
"Zijin, I'm really not tired. If you listen to His Highness and watch me, I'll suffocate in there."
"But …"
"No buts. I'm going to look for Advisor Wen now, and ask him for some information on this case."
Ji Yunshu gently pushed Shi Zijin away and walked out of the room, heading towards Wen Lingyang's study.
She arrived after walking two corridors.
Wen Lingyang was writing in the study. When he saw Ji Yunshu, he put down his work and stood up to welcome her. "Teacher Ji, why are you here?"
"You showed me some case files earlier, and I wanted to see if there's anything else."
Tell her the reason for her visit!
Wen Lingyang hurriedly took out a notebook that he always carried with him and passed it to Ji Yunshu. "The information of a case is usually recorded in the case file, and this notebook is what I jotted down at the crime scene. Take a look, Teacher Ji, and see if there's anything I can help you with."
"Thank you."
She took it and sat down on a nearby chair. As she flipped through the pages, she said without raising her head, "Advisor Wen, don't mind me. Continue writing."
Wen Lingyang nodded and did not disturb her.
She read hers, he wrote his!
After about half a stick of incense's time, she closed the notebook and walked to the table, tilting her head as she read Wen Lingyang's words on the paper.
It was clean, and each stroke was full of strength!
"Look deeply at people's shadows, endure to be promoted, return to the side of the past, meet old friends one by one."
Even though Ji Pei had taught her many poems in the past, her 'literacy' level was not considered trash. She could casually come up with one or two profound poems, but …
"What are these four lines of Advisor Wen's poem about?"
Wen Lingyang returned the brush to its holder and met Ji Yunshu's gaze.
"Sir, you are so knowledgeable. Could it be that you don't understand the meaning of these four lines?"
"My knowledge is shallow!"
He smiled. "Actually, these four lines are not difficult to understand. I believe that if you carefully ponder over it, you will understand."
"Is that so? Very well, this one will memorize these four lines and ponder over them after the case is over. "
"As you wish, Sir."
The two exchanged a smile.
Ji Yunshu placed the notebook on the table and pushed it towards him. "Thank you, I've finished reading."
"Do you have any clues?"
"Not at the moment."
"Then what do you plan to do next, Sir?"
Ji Yunshu didn't know what to do with this question. She shook her head, but her eyes fell on the box next to the ivory brush holder.
The box was divided into three layers, painted brick red with intricate carvings. There was also a small metal ring at the top of the box, as if it was used to hang it.
The box did not look like something that would appear here, and it did not look like something that belonged to a man like Wen Lingyang either.
Curious, she asked, "This box looks quite nice. Does it belong to Advisor Wen?"
He actually nodded!
"Oh? Does Advisor Wen have the four treasures of the study in such an exquisite box? "
She stared at it curiously.
Wen Lingyang smiled warmly and generously opened the first layer of the box, showing it to her. Inside, there were five or four brush heads neatly arranged.
"I've seen Teacher Ji bring along an exquisite sandalwood box when he goes to the Chang Estate for autopsies. This one also has the same habit – I always bring this out whenever I go out, in case the brush heads break when Lord Fang is recording the case. Moreover, I'm used to using my own brush heads, not others'."
"I see. What about the second layer?"
He then opened the second layer, which was filled with small scrolls tied with thin threads. There were about twenty of them neatly arranged.
"This is just in case. After all, there are times when there are too many things to record, and the paper on hand is not enough. If it's in the wilderness, it's hard to find a piece of paper, so I keep it by myself."
"Advisor Wen is so meticulous."
She complimented him, her gaze landing on the third layer at the bottom.
She was even more curious about what was in the third layer!
Wen Lingyang knew what she was thinking, but he had no intention of hiding it. Just as he was about to pull it open —
Suddenly —
A person ran in frantically from outside and bumped into the corner of the table.
There was a loud bang!
"The ghosts are coming for you, the ghosts are coming for you …"
The man screamed as he quickly hid under the table, his arms hugging his knees tightly as he stared at the floor in a daze.
He kept muttering, "The ghosts are coming for you."
Both Ji Yunshu and Wen Lingyang were dumbfounded by this sudden turn of events.
When they regained their senses, they finally saw the man under the table.
His hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with stubble. He looked to be in his forties, his lips pale, and his eyes filled with fear. However, the messy clothes he was wearing were made of silk, and it did not look like it belonged to a commoner.
He was huddled tightly under the table, his entire body trembling!
What was going on?
Ji Yunshu exchanged glances with Wen Lingyang, who shook his head, indicating that he did not know him.
Ji Yunshu then walked over carefully, slowly squatting down to meet the man's gaze. However, the man's eyes were lifeless, filled with endless fear.
She could only ask softly, "You are?"
"The ghosts are coming for me, the ghosts are coming for me …"
"What ghosts? Who's coming for you? "
"Ghosts, the ghosts are coming for me!"
"Why are they coming for me? Who are you? "
"The ghosts are coming for me."
That was the only thing the man said.
Ji Yunshu could not get an answer out of him, and could not figure it out.
At this moment, a yamen servant rushed in. When he saw the man under the table, he slapped his thigh.
"Aiyo, why did you come here?"
As he spoke, he tried to pull the man away.
However, the man refused to come out no matter what, and the two of them were sweating profusely as they pulled and shoved.
Ji Yunshu stopped the man, asking, "What's going on?"
The servant wiped the sweat off his forehead, and replied helplessly, "Teacher Ji, I don't know either. I was going to sell something from the back door, but who knew that this lunatic would suddenly rush in and disappear. I've been looking for him for half a day, and I've been hiding here."
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