Then I picked up these two leaves to block the light and took a look, and found that they were still very fresh, and I could still see the leaf veins and meridians inside under the sunlight.

I think since he said he didn't put it in, it definitely didn't.

It can't be Lin Guyi, who graduated early.

There were only two of us in the dormitory, and the diary was only discovered by Tang Hai before.

There could be no one else, and other students didn't dare to enter this dormitory at all, and the only explanation was that it was really Lao Fei who put it in.

Is it trying to remind me of something? What exactly do these two leaves do? Now I can only take this diary and two leaves back to the Lin family, and Tang Hai doesn't go back with me!

I showed it to Lin Guyi for the first time, he took a look at it and found that these two are just ordinary leaves, what are you picking leaves and sandwiching them in for me to see? Playing with me!

Chang looked at me impatiently, as if he always felt that I was wasting his time.

I was a little embarrassed to say: "The leaves are not what I just picked, it's my brother who passed away a year ago, and I picked it off and put one in the diary, so I'm surprised to ask you, I don't think it's easy for both leaves to wither for such a long time." ”

Then Lin Guyi took these two leaves and studied them, and said with a strange look: This is nothing special, wait until you are sure, whether it is the leaf that your brother hid, come to me again!

Saying that, he put the leaves on the palm of my hand, and then turned to leave, this guy's lukewarm attitude towards me recently, it seems that there are too many things in the Lin family that have caused him, and he has not yet eased up, and I don't want to trouble him.

I had to take two leaves and go to the old people's home to find my brother, but when my brother saw these two leaves, he also felt nothing strange and said: Aren't these just two ordinary leaves?

Why didn't anyone believe that I had put these two leaves a year ago? Then I didn't go back, I went directly to Tang Hai, and then told him about it.

He took the leaves and explained: I really didn't put it in, and I've been in the dormitory since I moved in, and I didn't find out until I finally graduated.

So these two leaves are absolutely, not from me, just such fresh leaves, and they look suspicious.

Why don't you find that guy and give it a try?

When I heard this, I asked strangely: Who!

Then he quietly leaned around me and said: I heard that there are masters in the Wuxian Daoist Hall.

As soon as I heard this, I naturally remembered the wordless Dao Chief, this old guy will definitely not help me, now that I have lost the White Thunder Mana Heavenly Master Sect, will the people of the Heavenly Master Sect still ignore me? It's already very good if you don't kill me, at least I still have the Lin family behind me, if it weren't for the Lin family as a backer, the Heavenly Master Sect would have used me to open the knife.

In view of the fact that I could not solve the problem, I went directly to the small apartment after returning from Tang Hai's house and took out the diary, meditated while researching, and couldn't help but ask Lomé: Do you think these two leaves are really just one or two ordinary leaves? I showed so many people, but I didn't find anything strange, you said that Lao Fei kept these two books, but also to remind me of something? Anyway, I also have a big question, Lao Fei also left a diary for me at home, but that diary is not at all, talking about the information of the diary in the dormitory.

Could it be that the real murderer planned to conceal it again, especially since the mysterious woman misled me or used it to lure me into a trap.

Lomé told me that these two leaves did look ordinary, and that something special was needed to confirm that they were special plants, or that it was not necessarily a problem with these two leaves, probably because of the diary itself.

When Lomé said this, I thought it was also possible, so I picked up my journal and looked closely.

From the outside, this diary is no different from the diary left at home before Lao Fei's death, it is a book that can be bought everywhere on the market, and the contents of it have been read many times, and they are all ordinary daily records.

Then I focused on the page with the leaves, and it was nothing more than what I ate today and who I met.

After not finding out for a long time, I thought of the method of the control test, got up and picked a leaf casually, without deliberately choosing which page to put in the diary, after clipping, I continued to meditate, thinking about the result, after ten minutes, I couldn't help but reach out and take the diary and open it.

The leaves were strangely withered.

The surface of the leaf was dull, and I reached out and pinched it, and the leaf made a crunchy sound, as if it was naturally formed in a book, and this kind of experiment made me even more convinced that whether it was a leaf or a diary, they were special beings.

"I think you have to do a few more experiments, the two leaves of Lao Fei have been in it for nearly a year, and yours has only been in it for ten minutes." Lomé said to me.

I thought she had a point, so I started doing more experiments, but whether I increased the time or shortened it, the result was the same, the leaves withered.

Could it be a matter of the foliage variety, I thought, anyway, this little potted plant at hand has already been bald by my experiment, and I decided to go and harm other plants.

Lomé saw that I had been meditating for too long, and although I was not concentrating, he persuaded me to go out and find someone else to help.

I don't know what tree picked the two leaves that the old fat hid before he died, but I can only pick two of all the different leaves downstairs, and several neighbors walked downstairs, watching me jump up and down like watching monkeys, but fortunately I was cheeky enough to ignore the eyes of these people.

No matter what kind of leaves I experimented with, the end result was the same, they all died, and none of them remained alive like the one in Lao Fei's collection.

There are problems with the leaves and the diary.

But I don't have an idea what to do next.

"You've found so many friends, but you've forgotten one person, and the one you forgot may be the one who can help you the most." Lomé said to me.

Who did I forget? I thought to myself, "You mean...... The sea? ”

After a change of clothes, I decided to go to Canghai and ask for his help.

When I met Canghai, he was practicing the tea ceremony gracefully, and I knew that I could not interrupt him at this time, and if I did, this uncertain fellow would definitely kick me out.

I snatched the teapot, poured myself another glass, drank it in one gulp, then took the journal and the two verdant leaves out of my bag, and told him what had happened.

Canghai had already picked up the leaves, listened to me, pinched the orchid fingers, pinched the petioles, rinsed them carefully with water, and put them in the dish next to them. Then he carefully rinsed his hands several times before he took his pot and sat down across from me, mixing a pot full of boiling water, and his movements were very rough, completely different from his usual elegant movements.