Is it already dawn?

The only vent in the dungeon, about the size of a fist, faces north. There is only a short time of the day, and the thin sunlight shines through it, making people realize that on the other side of the thick wall, day and night are still changing normally.

In a small area of the dungeon where sunlight could shine, a young man was trying to pile more straw on his body. The eyes are inflamed. The hair is probably only half of the original hair. Every muscle in his body was atrophiing, and if he continued like this, he would not even be able to stand up when the door opened.

Because no one has called for a long time, the young man now needs to work hard to remember his name: Li Zesi.

He indifferently imagined that he would be able to leave this place one day—even if he was dragged to the execution ground, and he really wanted to see the sun again. There is too little light in the vents. He raised his head, and a smile appeared on his face: Master, I'm really sorry for you, is this the end for me? It turned out that everything was already doomed, and a name like mine should have died silently anywhere. Like a piece of garbage that no one wants.

After a long time, the faint light finally disappeared, and the dungeon fell into endless darkness again. Above the dungeon, is the prosperous and sinful Tianyuan City. Everything here is rich, quiet, peaceful, and even a little boring. Good people live and work in peace, bad people never come out during the day, the bazaars are bustling, and buying and selling are thriving—it can be said to be a peaceful and prosperous era to the extreme. It was the middle of spring, everything was prosperous, the weather was bright, especially the gardens of those nobles, because there were special people who carefully maintained, it was a good day for a hundred flowers to bloom and compete for beauty. So in one of the most beautiful gardens, there were a few aristocratic men and women chatting who looked like they were idle.

"You're still dead for this kind of thing."

The person who spoke was a young girl, and the aristocratic dress that matched her status was not distinctive, except that in the tight bundle of hair, there was a lock of bright red top hair that was very eye-catching. The eyebrows are not amazing, but they can be regarded as a standard beauty, but at this moment, there is a narrow evil smile floating on the lips, which seems to be a little ill-intentioned. "I completely agree with Wenwen." The one who echoed the voice and smiled evilly with the girl was a young man who looked a little overdressed, and seemed to be older from the point of view of his appearance. The color of his hair was relatively light, shiny brown, and it could be seen that the owner of the hair was quite cherished, and it was obvious that he deliberately combed out the curls and floated on his shoulders. The eyebrows and eyes are slender and curved, and the natural pair of smiling eyes seem to be laughing even if they don't move their faces. There are so many accessories on his body that there are four big words written from head to toe: Playboy.

"It's a great waste to have a mind like that think about this kind of question."

"Yes, it's a waste of a problem that you have worked so hard to come up with."

"Shenluo, you say, if you know the problem, will you cry?"

"If you don't do it, it will cause the problem to commit suicide en masse, and this problem will be serious, and we won't have to look at it in the future."

"Kyushu is dying!"

"What to do? I haven't made a will yet. ”

The playboy who is called Shenluo, and the girl who is called Wenwen, the two of them sing and harmonize, and they have been discussing in a weird direction. And the object they targeted, even if they had been confused, one thing was clear: they were ridiculed again. The man angrily took several steps forward, plunged between them, and shouted in a voice full of tears and grievances: "What is not going to die?!" Wait and see! ”

After speaking, he turned his head and rushed out in stride. From the back, he was a sturdy man who was taller than both of them. But no matter in terms of tone or action, it is clear that he is still a child. In fact, he is the dignified prince of the dynasty, the fifth-ranked Su Wang Bai Zhengming.

It is probably hard for anyone who sees this scene to imagine that the guy who was so mercilessly ridiculed has such a noble status. It's just that this sense of existence is too weak, especially under the crossfire of Shen Luo and Zhen Min, His Royal Highness King Su usually only shouts "I will never admit it" and runs away. Of course, such an unconvincing rebuttal is useless.

Today's central issue, which led to Zhou Zheng's repeated verbal violence, is a collection of tales that have been secretly passed down from the people to the aristocracy.

The handwriting was crude, the cover was vulgar, and the paper was a terrible yellow, but all the young aristocrats were fascinated by the book. There are a lot of short stories, each of which is written on its own, and the language is of course too ugly to read, but its charm lies in the fact that each story is about a very horrific murder. At the beginning, someone will die, a suspect will be caught, then someone will keep dying, and finally a wise official will come out, and after repeated thinking and speculation, the real culprit will be caught, usually one of the relatives of the deceased. If you read too much, you will find that the story is actually quite old-fashioned, and the pattern is also very simple, but compared to the moral articles that you usually have to read, it is simply a hot pot in winter, an iceberg in summer - yes, the kind of street stalls that sneak out and eat at the common bazaar - how delicious it is!

Just two days ago, Shen Luo, who was a commoner literati but was extremely courteous among the aristocracy, got a copy. Thanks to him, Wenwen, who is the most precious little girl of the dynasty, also saw this book, and the two people who usually like to fight each other's brains have pistachios. They decided to ask someone to rip a copy of the book and read it at the same time to see who could guess the real murderer first, and the winner would have a prize. This kind of hot activity, how could Zhou Hui let it go - no matter what, he is also Shen Luo and Wenwen's best friend, besides, how can he rest assured that he is playing with Shen Luo alone? Well, even if Fukara is a friend who grew up with a bare ass and can be trusted, it's not right to leave himself aside!

Of course, the first reaction of the two of them to his strong request was to look at each other, and then laugh, so the above scene happened.

The investigation of the murderer should be done with absolute reason, no mercy, and a completely sober attitude, so as to deduce who did it. And the two, who have a deep understanding of Zhou Zheng, did not hesitate to draw a red cross for him. Why am I not fit to guess the murderer? I have a good brain, no problem at all! Zhou Zhengman's eyes were covered with a layer of angry mist, and a pair of slightly gray, originally very charming pupils, were now as big as copper bells, and the beautiful facial features that did not match the proportions of the sturdy body were distorted, and they really looked a little scary. The palace maids brought in fruits and letters, and some people were passed by him like a whirlwind, and they were almost stumbling, causing everyone to whisper:

"His Royal Highness King Wu is angry with Lord Wen and Prince Shen again."

"Those two people are really, I don't know what bet I want to bet with His Highness this time."

"Your Highness has a good temper. Sometimes it feels like he's like an angry puppy. ”

"Shhhh

"That is, His Royal Highness King Wu, I don't dare to say anything else. He had never felt the harshness of the royal family. ”

"If only Lord Wenjun could marry him, then he wouldn't be bullied even if he was with the past."

An elderly palace maid pouted: "How is that possible." Lord Wenjun is going to be the queen in the future, and His Royal Highness King Wu may not be able to. "That's right."

"And I heard," the old palace maid leaned down and whispered with the usual smile of a long-tongued woman on her face, "this little palace is good at music and painting and poetry, and other ......" She shook her hand and made a gesture of "absolutely not", "I heard from the palace maid who served tea at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince that once His Royal Highness King Wu went down to the door and said to the battle map that it was not right for the Hokuriku to attack like this. ”

"Huh? Isn't that amazing? ”

"Ah, he then said: such a march route is asymmetrical and lacks beauty!" "Poof!" The palace ladies all laughed uncontrollably. "Therefore, Lord Wen will never, absolutely not marry him. Die to a blessed heart. ”

"It's really pitiful to see him running so hard every day." A group of women shook their heads and sighed in unison, and their eyebrows became sad.

Putting aside their discussion and not mentioning it, His Royal Highness King Wu, who loves aesthetics, rushed out of the Wen Mansion, his mind was blown by the cool breeze, and he calmed down a little: Anyway, how to most effectively prove his ability, he has not yet figured it out. Go buy all those scripts and guess them all? It's too troublesome and slow...... That's right! I'm going to find a real murder case to solve for you to see! Murder...... Murder...... Zhou Zheng slapped his thigh: That's right! I'm the prince! Go and ask my father to give me such an opportunity! He rushed straight to the palace.

So, at noon, in the lobby of Dali Temple, a distinguished guest came.

Dali Qing Zhu Yu is a very serious person, so as soon as he heard that there was an edict, he immediately took out all the unsolved doubtful case files and piled up three tables. Zhou Zheng looked at these documents, which were tall enough to bury himself, and asked with a little horror: "Is this...... So much? ”

Zhu Yu replied in a loud and crisp voice: "In fact, there are not many of them, but each case involves a lot, and the confessions of each trial, the confessions of all witnesses, the background of the relevant cases, the families and resumes of all the people involved in the case are recorded in detail, so it seems that there are a lot of them." "Those stories are only a few pages long! The gap with reality is too big! Bai Zhengming now wanted to regret it too late, so he had to give it a try. However, from this vast sea of paper, how is it possible to find a suitable mystery case to try?

With desperation, he reached for the nearest page. That's when the unexpected happened.

The place where Dali Temple usually uses to hear cases is a hall with a door opening to the south, and the picture shows full sunlight. Not only is it bright and the roof is very high, and the door that is open to the public at the time of the trial is more than two people high. At this height, if it is not blocked, it is easy to fly in all kinds of messy things, such as dust, insects, and even birds. Therefore, in normal times, if it is not particularly open to the public to watch, a fine curtain will be hung, and a dense bird bell under the wide eaves should be said to have a good shading effect. Outside the gate, there are many trees planted by the officials over the years, and these trees are now growing to the sky, and many birds are nesting in them, but because of the people coming and going below, they do not fly down to disturb the people, and people and birds are safe and sound on weekdays.

On the eve of Zhou Zheng about to open countless files, the largest of these nests made a strange noise. The two black crows perched on the nest, who had closed their eyes and rested, suddenly flapped their wings in horror and flew up, and behind them, a snow-white bird flew up violently. It flew out of the crow's nest, it was supposed to be a crow, but on its body, there was not a single black feather. White crows, ominous in the ominous.

It broke through the branches and leaves of the tree, and the moment Zhou Zheng stretched out his hand, it rushed into the trial hall of Dali Temple. The startled bell rang loudly, and the curtain made of metal sheets and bamboo strips was also broken open, making a gurgling sound. The people standing quietly in the hall were caught off guard, and did not react for a moment, but just watched in a daze as it flew straight to the top of the golden algae. In the midst of the noise, the white crow hovered on the ceiling at a very fast speed, and gradually decreased in height, approaching King Wu, who was also looking at him curiously. Only then did someone wake up from a dream and shout, "Be careful! ”

But it's already completely too late. After the last turn, the white crow calmly "poofed" and "poofed" twice, and dropped two bubbles of black, semi-solid liquid. One bubble was falling on the beautiful embroidered robes of the surrounding area, and the other was hitting the paperwork on a table. There was a lot of uproar. A group of small officials were so frightened that they shook their clothes and fought, and they all ran up to catch the birds. The closest to King Wu was Zhu Yu, he didn't panic, he just didn't think about it, he rolled up the sleeves of his robe and wiped the bird droppings on King Wu's shoulders. When he finished wiping, he remembered that he would have to wear this only court dress to the court tomorrow.

King Wu watched the white crow shake twice in the broom group, and seemed to skim himself with the white eyes before flying out easily.

What is this? I don't think about human beings! Are the crows in Dali Temple also bullying people like this...... Okay, then I'll really solve a mystery case for you to see! Wiped the stains off his clothes and regrouped, His Royal Highness continued to march towards the dossier with courage. But this time, he clearly saw that a file had also been sacrificed in the guano bombardment just now, and a huge black dot was on the scattered paper, which was particularly eye-catching.

He subconsciously pulled out this file and asked Mo Yuyan: "What is this?" Zhu Yu glanced at it, frowned slightly, and said, "The witch Gu serial murder case a year ago. "Oh? Witchcraft? Zhou Hui's eyes lit up, "Where is the criminal?" ”