"Master, you are really amazing, it only took two weeks to figure out the mystery of this case and uncover the mystery of the ghost in Changchun Garden," Zhao Deqing at this time looked at Yuan Qi in front of him with great admiration, and said.

"Deqing, this is serious, this is the result of your and my joint efforts. But you have to remember a sentence from the teacher, you need to be cautious in the big mortal life case, pay attention to every detail in the process of judging the case, carefully scrutinize, repeatedly corroborate, do not make the slightest mistake, and do not act hastily, human life is as big as the sky, you have to write it down. ”

After hearing Yuan Qi's words, Zhao Deqing was very relieved and said, "Master, the apprentice has written it down." When he was young, Zhao Deqing put down the dishes and chopsticks and said, "Master, we can go." ”

Zhao Deqing and Yuan Qi walked out of this breakfast shop, turned around and walked into the alley, the high-rise buildings or shops on both sides are dense and the trees are shady, which makes this place a little gloomy, and the breeze blows on the face, making people feel a sense of purity and pleasure, less of the stuffiness of midsummer, and less of the restless heart. In the past, he stood at the door of the alley and wandered back and forth, as if waiting for the lover in his heart to come out and walk in this street and alley. Now that five or six years have passed, I believe that at this time she has found her own Xinfu, so she put her heart at ease and has feelings for this place.

"Master, what are you thinking?" Zhao Deqing next to him looked up at Yuan Qi who was walking on the side, and Yuan Qi couldn't speak for a long time at this time, so he asked.

"No, it's nothing, maybe it's touching the scene, it reminds me of the past," Yuan Qi came back to his senses and said. Yuan Qi and Zhao Deqing walked in this deep alley, now he has too many memories of the past, the past things are like flowing water, never returned, just like Cui Hao wrote the "Yellow Crane Tower", his poem said "The people of the past have taken the white clouds to go, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here." The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island. Where is the sunset township, the Yanbo River makes people worried". In such a state of mind, it is even more ruthless. They stood at the door of the community, and after registering at the door, they walked into the community, looked up at the tall building, walked into the hall, and entered the elevator.

In this room, it was very lively, and this family stood in the hall as if they were about to go out. The old woman stood at the door holding the child's hand as if waiting for someone, but the middle-aged man sat on the sofa in the hall, wearing glasses and reading the newspaper, making a very calm appearance. After a long time, Mrs. Bai Yanzi slowly walked out of the room and said, "Dad, Mom." The child let go of the old woman's hand and ran forward to hug her thigh, looked up at Mrs. White Swallow, and said, "Mom." Lady White Swallow's hand hung down and stroked the child's little head. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The child rushed forward to open the door, and was stunned to find two strangers standing in the doorway. The old woman stepped forward and stood in front of them, and said, "You two are...?" ”

Zhao Deqing stepped forward to reveal his identity, and said, "Auntie, I am Zhao Deqing," and then faced Yuan Qi, who was standing behind him, and said, "This is my master Yuan Qi." ”

"Oh, please come in," After that, Zhao Deqing and Yuan Qi walked into the hall, took off their shoes and put on their slippers, and walked in: "We came here to learn something about Madame Bai this time. ”

"Oh, you two, please take a seat."

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Yuan Qi who was standing next to Zhao Deqing, and said, "You are Yuan Qi." ”

"Yes, uncle, it's Yuan Qi down there," Yuan Qi stepped forward and said very respectfully.

"Your handwriting is very good, I once heard Yan'er mention you, saying that you are very literary and good at writing poetry, I don't know what good works you have recently."

"Uncle is in love, and I haven't had the time to write these things in the past two years because of my busy affairs."

"Oh, yes, you've been busy cooperating with the police recently, and you don't have any good work, right?" After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man pulled Yuan Qi into his study. The old woman standing next to her said, "Old man, people still have business to do, why are you pulling him into your study?" Who else wants to read those words of yours? ”

"What does a woman know?" The middle-aged man stood at the door of the study and said very seriously to the old woman.

But the old woman complained: "Look at him, he is this stubborn temper." ”

Zhao Deqing sat on the sofa and said with a smile: "Auntie, it's okay, it just so happens that they are also like-minded, let them talk more." ”

Yuan Qi and the middle-aged man walked into the study. Yuan Qi stood in the study and looked at these trophies and some old photos, and then faced the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle, it seems that you are still from a family of operas. ”

"Yes! At the end of the Qing Dynasty, my grandfather followed the famous opera artist Mr. Qiu to stage the "Battle of the Sword Pavilion" to become a famous actor, they entered the capital after singing to Lafayette, into the Peking Opera singing is Kun dialect, and later passed on to our generation, this is the various awards and certificates I won in the Liyuan Drama Theater, as well as some old photos of the year. In the year he was admitted to the university, he did not follow the path I set for him, but chose a major in language and literature, and was interested in language and literature, so he and I often had an unhappy quarrel, and finally after many persuasions, he entered the Beijing Opera Theater for further study to have today's achievements, which is the award and certificate that Yan'er received in the Air Opera Theater. When he made something, he didn't expect that he, he," the middle-aged man said this, and he was also in tears.

"Uncle, please mourn, I believe that it will be clear in a month," Yuan Qi said comfortingly as he stood aside.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, come and see how I write these few words?" Yuan Qi walked to the desk, "rare and confused", Yuan Qi looked at these words, and said: "It's a rare and confused, the pen has a rhyme, and its pen is like a dragon and a snake, free and natural." ”

"Since you like it, I'll give you this painting."

"Okay, then thank you, it's the so-called exchange of courtesies," Yuan Qi stood in front of the study, held the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote "asked". The middle-aged man stood next to him and said, "Good words, this word is square and powerful, and the pen is smart." ”

"It's over, these words are only written occasionally, and it's just a class axe in front of you."

After that, Yuan Qi walked out and sat on the sofa, the old man and the middle-aged man stood up, took his grandson's little hand, and said, "Xiaomin, we are waiting for you downstairs." ”

"Mom," said the child, standing beside his grandmother.

"Fanfan, go down with grandma first, and mom will come down after a while."

After that, the old woman, the middle-aged man, and the child walked out of the room together, and then closed the door. Yuan Qi sat in front of Madame Bai and said, "Madam Bai, we just want to ask about some changes in Bai Yanzi before his death, such as the emotional fluctuations affected by what happened during this period, these can be told to us in detail," Zhao Deqing sat aside to make a note, raised his head and looked at Madam Bai.

"Okay, I'll tell you in detail."

Madame Bai raised her head and looked into the hall, remembering the day of August 1st, when it was still pouring rain, the sky was constantly lightning, sometimes thunder roared, and the room was so dark and sultry, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, and its rain sliding down on the glass window. Bai Yanzi sat alone on the sofa, his expression sluggish, as if something sad happened. The image left by the white swallow to us is a sad and sad person, and it is normal to be sad in this scene. He picked up the photo on the card table, which was his college graduation photo, and his tears fell, hitting this photo, as if he was so sad, and he didn't know what had happened to make him so sad. When she was young, Mrs. Bai walked out of the bedroom, looked at Bai Yanzi sitting on the sofa, stepped forward and sat next to her, looked at the graduation photo in Bai Yanzi's hand, and then looked at Bai Yanzi's expression of focusing on this college graduation photo, sometimes revealing a sense of sadness.

"Xianggong, what's going on?" Mrs. Bai, who was sitting on the side, looked at Bai Yanzi and said.

Only then did Bai Yanzi wipe away two lines of tears, raised her head to look at Madame Bai who was sitting next to her, and said, "Madam, when did you come out?" ”

"I've been out for a while, look at your sad expression, what happened?"

"Mr. Liu passed away yesterday due to illness."

Mr. Liu's death was undoubtedly a blow to Bai Yanzi. The next day, Bai Yanzi went to Yunnan because of Mr. Liu's death, on the grounds of recuperation, in fact, this disease does not mean that Bai Yanzi is really sick, but a heart disease, and he went to Yunnan this time to regulate his emotions.

When Yuan Qi heard this Mr. Liu, he continued to ask, "Who is this Mr. Liu?" ”

"Mr. Liu's real name is Liu Ruyan, a professor at the Beijing Opera Academy, his mentor, a master of Peking Opera performance and a lecturer at the Liyuan Opera Academy, and it was this excellent opera master who died at midnight on July 30 in Beijing Cancer Hospital."

"Oh, so what happened to the white swallow after he came back from Yunnan?"

"After he came back from Yunnan, his expression was uncertain, his concentration was unfocused, and every time in the middle of the night he said that he had a headache, a severe headache, and every night he couldn't sleep because of this incident," Madame Bai pondered for a while, and suddenly raised her head as if she had thought of something at this time, and said: "He often told me that there seemed to be tens of thousands of insects scurrying around in his head. ”

"What did he drink after he went to Yunnan?"

"Drink tea," after finishing speaking, Mrs. Bai got up and walked into her bedroom, took out the Pu'er tea that Bai Yanzi hadn't finished drinking, sat down and said, "This bag of Pu'er tea was brought back from Yunnan." Yuan Qi looked at this bag of Pu'er tea and faced Zhao Deqing next to him, and said, "Take it and take it back for testing." ”

"Well, okay," Zhao Deqing took the bag of Pu'er tea from Mrs. Bai's hand, and then sat down again.

Yuan Qi continued to look at Mrs. Bai and said, "Is Baiyanzi going to Yunnan alone?" ”

"No, he went to Yunnan with Xiao Liao."

"Who is this Xiao Liao?"

"Xiao Liao's name is Liao Hongmei, a native of Zunyi, Guizhou, and a secretary by my husband's side."

"Oh, is this Liao Hongmei still in Chengdu?"

"Yes, after my husband died, she replaced my husband as a corner, and the name of the company she opened was Peking Opera Art Film and Television Media," and then took out Liao Hongmei's company address.

"Thank you for cooperating with me in answering my questions, well, I'm done."