Turn off the lights in the room so that it is completely dark. The next day, the cleaner stood in front of the door, the door was half-closed, knocked on the door and no one answered, and the room was very quiet. Pushing the door in, he found Tao Zhi dead on the bed in the bedroom, his clothes were disheveled, his eyes were round, his mouth was slightly open, his death was very terrifying, his muscles were bursting up, and the frightened cleaner hurriedly withdrew from the room, his face was pale, and he couldn't say a complete sentence. At this time, Chen Meiwu disappeared and went to Yuanluo Mountain in Yunnan to live in seclusion, and the world evaporated.

After Wushan in Yunnan Province told him this story, the entire interrogation room fell silent. Then Yuan Qi took out a photo of the tortoiseshell fragments, which were all recorded in the oracle bone inscriptions, and said: "For this reason, I specially found an expert to translate, and there is a translation here," Yuan Qi took out a few pages of translation and said: "According to the records of the translation, there are records here that there are the techniques of controlling corpses, the Dafa of soul transfer, and the art of flying down, and you have learned these evil arts on this."

Yunnan Wushan just nodded lightly and said, "Yes, what I have learned in my body has been passed down by Master Chen Meiwu."

"Have you ever been afraid that those innocent souls who were killed by you will come to you for your life, the case of the destruction of Weimen Village, as well as your father, your half-brother, have you ever been afraid, in that silent night, there are shadows behind you who follow you anytime and anywhere, people are watching the sky, and they don't know that there are gods three feet above their heads, and there will be a judgment for good and evil, wait for the self-judgment of the law, so as to comfort the innocent souls underground, the crimes you have committed are too numerous to write, sign and draw a charge." Wushan, Yunnan Province, signed in black and white and fingerprinted. Then the police walked in and escorted Wushan in Yunnan, Yuan Qi got up and walked out, and Zhao Deqing followed out, saying: "Master, I thought that interrogating Wushan in Yunnan was a troublesome thing, but I didn't expect this case to go so smoothly, and he actually confessed to all the crimes."

"This is a psychological tactic, in fact, this Yunnan Wushan is very lonely, there needs to be someone to understand him, understand him, let him think that you are his spiritual sustenance, a confidant in life, he will tell you without reservation. Maybe the person who knows you best is not your friend, but your opponent, I think this Yunnan Wushan knows better than anyone else, because he has done all the bad things, there are no friends around him, worthy of being a confidant who can be trusted, becoming a lonely person, lonely and lonely when he is old, it is inevitable to feel the loneliness and fear in his heart, we only need to lure all the cases clearly and clearly. Okay, the case is closed, you can hand over this case file to the Luo Bureau. ”

"Master, aren't you going?"

"I'm not going, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I urgently need to go back to reunite with my family."

After speaking, Yuan Qi walked out of the hall. When he opened the car door, Su Ling called him and said, "Monkey, isn't your case closed?"

"Lingling, the case is closed, come back now."

"Hurry up and give your child a name."

"Origin and extinction, let's call it Yuanmin."

Wushan, Yunnan, squatting in the prison, sat alone next to the single bed, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the person who knows me best is my enemy Yuan Qi, I lost, and I lost because I was convinced." Then he held the glass shard tightly in his hand, and the blood dripped down drop by drop, sticking to the floor like a blood-colored flower. Wushan, Yunnan raised his head and looked out of the iron window, thinking that I hadn't done much good in my life, and I was lonely and helpless when I was old, so it was better to die. So he stuffed the glass shards into his mouth, coughed up blood constantly, and his lower jaw was blurred with blood, and he fell to the ground and convulsed continuously. Wushan in Yunnan Province committed suicide by swallowing glass in prison, and no one came to collect his body, only to send it to a funeral home for cremation, and the ashes were scattered under an old locust tree in the deserted suburbs.

Yuan Qi drove a small car to a stop in front of a hospital and poked his head out of the window. At this time, a man in white stood at the entrance of the hospital, the sky was drizzling, and the wind was blowing his combed hair. The man in white stood at the entrance of the hospital for a long time, waiting for a girl to come out, but the girl didn't come out for a long time, and the boy waited for a long time, and walked out after walking into the hospital and leaving here. After Yuan Qi got out of the car, he took out an umbrella from the car, stood at the entrance of the hospital with an umbrella, looked at the back of the man in white leaving, it was inevitable that he was a little sad, and looked up at the gate of the hospital, which was where Lingling used to work, so he walked in. A nurse stepped forward and said with a smile, "Teacher Yuan, you're here."

"Well, who is the man in white who walked out just now? How do I look familiar? ”

"Him! is called Wu Ming, I heard that he has a discord with his girlfriend. ”

"What's his girlfriend's name?"

"Same name and surname as your wife, Surin. How? You know each other. ”

"I don't know, I seem to see my epitome from the man in white, the two-year relationship is over when it's over, what's the use of leaving these things since it's over?" After Yuan Qi finished speaking, he looked at the gate and said casually:

The autumn heart has no long thoughts, and the autumn wind is cold and miserable. The long nocturne I will, the autumn rain is crying. I can't forget it, and the cold night has been going on for decades. People can't return it, and the empty building is still there. Siyu hurts the autumn people, and the swallow hurts the autumn. The wound falls into the flowers, and the flowing water goes unintentionally.

——Selected Zhongxian Poetry Collection "Autumn of Thinking of Rain"

"What are you kidding? Since I don't know each other, there are still so many feelings. Teacher Yuan, how is Su Ling doing now? I haven't seen her in years. ”

"He's in Shanghai now, and I'm about to rush back?"

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, hurry up and go back, you can have a National Day."

After saying goodbye to the nurse, Yuan Qi walked out of the hospital, drove away, and boarded the train to Shanghai at the train station. Yuan Qi sat on the train to Shanghai, took out a book he wrote "Qiyuanlu", holding this book and looking at the scenery outside the window, the green mountains and green waters outside the window, and the houses by the mountains and rivers, it was so quiet. In the countryside and fields, there are people walking on the paths or busy in the fields with old cows, and the smoke of cooking is swirling among the secluded forests. Now that the case has been solved, he is also relieved, he closed his eyes very leisurely, the sky gradually darkened, suddenly there were butterflies dancing in the flowers, often an old man entered his dream, his white hair fluttering, dressed in white like a fairy, maybe this person is his previous life son Qi. His white hair was tied with a turban, and the scarf fluttered in the wind, standing among the butterflies, and two colorful butterflies landed on his shoulders and drove away. Yuan Qi stood among the flowers and looked around, he was so dazed and helpless, and walked forward slowly, seeing the bits and pieces of him and Su Ling together, there were so many tourists in Luodai Ancient Town, hanging out. Yuan Qi and Su Ling walked hand in hand among these pedestrians, sometimes making trouble and sometimes laughing, looking at the shops on both sides, and the owners of some shops dressed up as Zhang Fei.

"Monkey, do you say this Zhang Fei is real or fake," Su Ling took Yuan Qi's hand and looked at Yuan Qi and grinned.

"Of course it's a real person."

"Let's go tease him," followed by a few wicked laughs.

"Oops, let's go."

"Let's go," Su Ling dragged Yuan Qi forward, giggling and chuckling, deliberately making Yuan Qi happy. She leaned forward like a curious child, watching, just when she was in a trance, who knew that this Zhang Fei actor roared, and the frightened Su Ling was strung around, running behind Yuan Qi, at this time she was more like a child who needed protection, hiding behind an adult and poking her head out to peek. Zhang Fei's actor seemed to laugh and said, "Zhang Fei's beef, buy some." Yuan Qi also smiled and said, "Let's take a look first." When you came to Luodai, how could you not climb the Great Wall, so I got into a van. Su Ling and Yuan Qi sat in the car and ate rose mooncakes together, maybe they were hungry. Later, the van drove in the direction of the Great Wall, and after getting off the bus, it boarded the Great Wall, which should be the Great Wall of Shu and the Great Wall of Jinlong. Yuan Qi and Su Ling looked up at the Great Wall hovering and the top of the mountains, like a long dragon mighty and majestic. They climbed the beacon tower along the Great Wall, stood on the beacon tower and looked down the mountain, the scenery under the mountain was in full view, the surrounding mountains were undulating, the surrounding trees were luxuriant, the two of them slowly walked on the city wall, climbed up the rock, and at the end of the Great Wall was the top of the high mountain, there was a temple. Yuan Qi stood in front of the temple holding a stick of incense, bowed down with both hands in front of him, and performed with Confucian etiquette, and then walked in, turned out and stood on the side of the temple gate. Yuan Qi stood aside and said, "This is to send Guanyin, hurry up and salute." Su Ling knelt down and bowed three times, Yuan Qi stood aside and performed Confucian salutes, at this time Yuan Qi had not forgotten that he was a Confucian student.

Xinfu Meilin and the flower market, the cool breeze blew, Yuan Qi's face was unusually dry and cracked, and his skin was red and prickly, and he asked, "Monkey, why is your face so dry?"

"I'm already allergic to pollen," after that, Su Ling took out the moisturizing water from the backpack and rubbed it on him, patting it back and forth to fully absorb its moisture, and walked in the flower market holding Yuan Qi's hand. In the past, when I took pictures of her, I always hid behind the stone monument, poked my head out and smiled brightly, maybe I was shy, but now I like to take pictures. She walked in front of Yuan Qi and slowly followed behind her, sometimes waiting for her to turn around and snap a click, taking pictures of her charming figure. Walking in a secluded forest, sometimes take out her mobile phone to take pictures of her beautiful moments, as well as the broken temples in the forest, houses, the sky and high-rise buildings in the distance.

The spring breeze is thick in April, and you climb the mountain to view the peak.

The green path whispers and listens, accompanied by the fragrance of Yiyi.

The long night was solitary and the people were sheng, and the golden bottle complained to the moon.

——Selected Zhongxian Poetry Collection "Night Thoughts and Jun Travel"

Suddenly woke up from a night's dream, if the dream is like waking up in the dream. Yuan Qi woke up and found that it was already dark, and when he saw that it was already midnight, everyone slept and snored continuously, sat up and looked at the book "Qiyuanlu" on the small table, and then wrote two poems.

(a)

The cool breeze gently worries, and the fairy trail is difficult to dream with the wind.

There is no shadow and no illusion in the world, and butterflies fly into dreams.

(b)

The drizzle is like a dream, and the stars are moving to the moon and sleeping.

Qionglou Yuyu Flying Immortal Dance, Flying Butterfly Thousand Years Outer Edge.

——Selected Zhongxian Poetry Collection "Fairy Dream Butterfly Edge"

Early in the morning, the family received a call from Yuan Qi and sent someone to the train station to greet him and reunite with his family for the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day.

(End of book)