Volume 1: The Soul Burning Poem Chapter 7: Counseling
"You want to ask me out?" An Zhe's eyes widened, and you actually wanted to see me when I treat you as a brother.
Still in the rented cottage where An Zhe lived, the two sat across the table facing each other.
Qianzhou gritted his teeth, if he hadn't been able to beat this thing, he really wanted to punch him in the face.
"I'm not asking you out, I'm just finding out that Professor Finn's killer may be in the Merchant Theater Company. β
"That's it," An Zhe didn't ask Qianzhou how he got the clue, and his eyebrows flew and danced, "It just so happens that I've wanted to watch the performance of this troupe for a long time - you pay for the ticket." β
"Butβyes. Qianzhou only felt that he was about to clench his teeth.
Having learned the lesson of being in the gray zone, Qianzhou made up his mind to pull this second-order golden retriever as a thug after seeing the poster yesterday.
In fact, although the cloud capital is prosperous, it does not have much attraction for the transcendent.
First, the clouds are backed by the plains, far away from danger. Safety also means the scarcity of extraordinary materials. Second, it's because of the dragon vein.
The dragon vein is a unique product of the Qin State after thousands of years of combining the national fortune with the leyline, and it has incredible power in the land of Qin, and the most basic one is the dispatch of the Great Source. Yundu is located on the edge of the national border and the dragon vein, and in order to facilitate management, the concentration of large sources in Yundu has been kept in a thin state.
In this way, the powerful transcendents would hardly look at Yundu twice, and only a few big cats and kittens would settle down.
"You're in a special state right now. After looking at Qianzhou for a while, An Zhe spoke again, "I have begun to transform into the extraordinary, but I haven't set up a cornerstone." β
"What do you say?" Qianzhou was also a little curious. Since being rescued by Aurora, Qianzhou also has some abnormal feelings, but I can't say specifically.
"Your soul has completed its sublimation, but you have not formed a unique 'form', that is, a 'cornerstone', and you can only be regarded as half an extraordinary person. β
"That's right. Qianzhou nodded, but he didn't have a clue.
The two stayed together until the evening, and after dinner, they estimated that it was almost time before rushing to the theater, but this also reflected that neither of them had experience in watching performances.
"What, no tickets, the queue is still waiting for next week?" The two obviously didn't know that tickets needed to be prepared in advance, so the first step of the plan had already gone wrong.
"Why don't you find a chance to sneak in?" Anzhe suggested.
"That's all there is to it. β
The Yundu Grand Theater was built about ten years ago, with white stone bricks to form a hemisphere, and the main entrance painted vermilion. In addition to this, there are several spare side doors.
Two minutes later.
"What the hell are you two trying to do?"
As soon as the two entered the side door, they were spotted by the guards and pressed against the wall.
"Wait, we're not bad guys, we just didn't get tickets. An Zhe hurriedly explained - he is really not good at doing things to ordinary people as an extraordinary person.
"Uh-huh. Qianzhou hurriedly agreed.
"But don't you have a ticket? The guard who searched the body took out two tickets from Qianzhou's pocket with a strange look, and it happened to be today.
Seeing these two tickets, Qianzhou couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then remembered the girl he met in the library. Like a malicious joke by the author, the story goes around in a big circle and returns to the beginning again.
Although there were several waves, the two still entered the theater. It was the middle of the day, and the hall was pitch black, but the slight sounds of conversation and breathing could be felt to be full.
At first, there was a long flute sound, like a wisp of frost and mist, carrying the barrenness and cold of the endless snow-capped mountains. Then came the pipa and the zither, and the spring breeze blew through everything and melted. Then the drums and cymbals resonate, and finally the dulcimer of Qingyue sets off a rolling torrent.
The lights suddenly turned on, the curtain opened, and the girl dressed in makeup walked onto the stage.
The girl wore light makeup, and her eyebrows were flying, like two sharp swords out of their sheaths. The silk on the body is the best Shu brocade, the plain white brocade is embroidered with gold thread with fine patterns, and the water sleeves are fluttering with a layer of soft water. The silver crown swayed gently with the girl's steps, shining dazzlingly in the bright light, like a galaxy.
When the girl lifted the sword, her singing voice was amazing enough, like a fine pearl falling and hitting her bosom on the jade plate: (Note 1)
Annoyed that I was so angry that the crown of pearls was disrupted
I can't help but grit our teeth for a while
In his hand, he raised the sword of national protection
Kill the madman in front of the horse
It is not in vain that this body is degraded to the mortal world
......
After singing the song, the audience was silent at first, but after a while, there was thunderous applause.
Qianzhou was also amazed by the girl's performance, but he didn't forget to get down to business, so he glanced at An Zhe beside him.
An Zhe was completely unconscious, and his excited appearance seemed to be eager to rush to the stage.
Qianzhou covered his face, this thing doesn't seem to have the ability to see at night. In the end, Qianzhou pulled An Zhe by the collar and pulled him away.
It's strange to say, the two have only known each other for a few days, but they are familiar like old friends, and some overly intimate actions are so natural. I can only sigh at the wonder of interpersonal relationships.
The two of them made their way to the backstage lounge area, a long narrow hallway lined with wooden doors, each with a separate lounge behind each door.
"So how did we find the magician you were talking about?" asked Anzhe.
"Why don't you just find one and ask someone?"
As soon as Qianzhou finished speaking, a door next to him was opened, and it was the girl who had just performed on stage.
The girl had already taken off her makeup, and her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, which was even brighter than the fine brocade, and her skin became fairer and fairer. The long eyelashes cast a misty shadow into the smart eyes, adding a bit of charm, tickling people's hearts between anticipation.
Looking at the girl Qianzhou in front of her, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity, but the girl recognized him first: "Mr. Qianzhou?"
Hearing this title, Qian Zhou reacted: "Xie Qingfeng?"
The girl nodded.
Qianzhou smiled awkwardly: "This is not a school, just call me Qianzhou." β
"Then do you have anything to do, this is the backstage, idlers are not allowed to enter!" Xie Qingfeng looked a little guarded.
Qianzhou sorted out the wording: "I'm looking for the magician from your troupe. β
The girl frowned: "What are you looking for Brother Lin Heng for? He has been unwell for the past few days and has not come to the theater." β
It turned out that the magician's name was Lin Heng.
Qianzhou hesitated for a while but decided to tell the truth: "On October 17, my teacher, Professor Finn, was killed. After my investigation, it is possible that the murderer was a magician. β
"What are you kidding? How could Brother Heng kill someone?" Xie Qingfeng subconsciously denied it, but as if he suddenly thought of something, his face turned snow-white, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You come in and say." β
The two entered the lounge and closed the door.
Before the two of them could sit down, Xie Qingfeng couldn't wait to look at Qianzhou: "Do you have any evidence?"
"There is no conclusive evidence yet, so I need to ask Lin Heng for verification. Qianzhou looked at the girl's strange demeanor and asked tentatively, "Do you know anything, please tell me." β
The girl lowered her head, biting her lip tightly and saying nothing.
Qianzhou sighed and said sincerely: "If Lin Heng is really the murderer, he will be brought to justice sooner or later, if he is not, we can also help him prove his innocence, so please tell me what you know, okay?"
Xie Qingfeng raised his head, clutched the corner of his clothes uneasily, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "If I'm not mistaken, on October 17th, Brother Heng looked a little strange when he came back, and I smelled a faint smell of blood from him. Then he put a letter in a drawer. I secretly opened the drawer and glanced at it, but I didn't dare to flip it, only looked at the exposed part, which was a few math problems. I couldn't figure it out, so I copied part of it. β
"That's why you came to Yundu University to solve the problem with me. β
The girl nodded.
Lin Heng must have something to do with Professor Finn's death!
Qianzhou took a deep breath and tried to calm his heartbeat that was speeding up due to excitement: "Can you take us to him?"
The girl put on her coat and said, "Follow me." β
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The residence of the "Shenshang" troupe in Yundu is a rather large three-story apartment with dozens of rooms, and there is a small courtyard downstairs.
Xie Qingfeng led the two of them to a door on the first floor and knocked on the door: "Brother Heng, are you there?"
"Squeak" The door opened.