Tang Dynasty detective

Chapter 512 Chongyang Temple Fair
Li Canghai thought carefully for a while, then he raised the list in his hand, and said to the old man, "Old man, I need to borrow this list for a few days."

The old man didn't even look at it, he waved his hand and sighed: "This is not some martial arts secret book, take it if you want it! Don't tell my old man, anyway, the master won't read these things."

Li Canghai bowed his hands slightly to the old man, and then stuffed the directory into his sleeve.

At this moment, Liang Chenxiu walked over with her brows furrowed, she curled her lips and said, "Forget it, it seems that there is no such medicinal fragrance here, maybe I really fell asleep and had hallucinations at that time!"

She sighed, patted her head suddenly, and yelled: "Look at my stupid mind, I almost forgot to take the fairy head to the kitchen! Uncle Gong, it's so late, you should go to bed early, we won't bother you."

After saying that, Liang Chen didn't even ask Li Canghai if he wanted to, but directly pushed him away from the pharmacy and headed towards the kitchen.

The two found some roast chicken in the kitchen, sat in the kitchen and started to feast on it.

After eating, Liang Chen sent Li Canghai back to his room.

Back in the room, Li Canghai did not go to bed, but sat in the room, picked up a brush and began to draw on paper.

Lines emerge from his pen, gradually forming a bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest, there are bamboos half buried in the soil, bamboos that have been cut open, and hemp ropes scattered in the bamboo forest.

What he painted were the unremarkable and most common things he found in the bamboo forest outside A'Zhu's room.

Li Canghai stared at the whole picture, he always felt that these things were weird, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't have any clue.

After drawing several pictures in a row, Li Canghai drew every detail separately, then picked up the paper, and looked at them one by one.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Canghai felt that his eyelids became extremely heavy, and his eyes closed involuntarily. He lay down on the table and soon fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Canghai was asleep when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Li Canghai opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his nose and asked.

"Brother Li, it's me." Conan's voice came from outside the door.

Li Canghai stretched, and pushed the wheelchair to the door.

Opening the door, a glaring light shone in from outside, making his eyes sore for a while.

"Brother Conan, what did you learn so early?" Li Canghai asked, rubbing his sore eyes.

Conan smiled and said, "Brother Li, it's already Chen Shi, so why is it so early?"

Li Canghai couldn't help being stunned for a moment, he wiped the ink on his face, and sighed in a low voice: "It's been another day!"

Conan knew that he was still worried about finding the murderer, so he pushed him and said, "Brother Li, let's put the case aside for now. I think you put too much pressure on yourself and you need to relax. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, I heard Come to the town to hold a temple fair, why don't we go out to relax and relieve the pressure in our hearts."

"Brother Conan, you go, I won't go, I have to stay here and think about the case carefully!" Li Canghai frowned and said.

"Brother Li, there is no clue about this case so far anyway, and we are not in a hurry. Sometimes when we look at the problem from a different angle, we may have different gains." Conan said.

Li Canghai suddenly raised his head, looked at Conan, and asked quickly, "What did you just say?"

Conan couldn't help being stunned, he looked at Li Canghai suspiciously, and said, "I said the case is not in a hurry."

"It's not this sentence, it's the next sentence!"

"Next sentence? Oh, look at the problem from another angle, maybe..."

Before Conan could finish speaking, Li Canghai suddenly interrupted him, saying, "Yes, that's it!"

He touched his chin, his eyeballs moved rapidly, and said to himself: "Another angle? Another angle?"

"Brother Li, what's the matter with you?" Conan was startled when he saw his distraught look, and hurriedly asked.

"A spiritual light appeared, and I seemed to have thought of something, but after thinking about it, there was nothing." Li Canghai said with a headache as he thumped his head.

"Since you haven't grasped the aura, you can do whatever you want. Brother Li, why should you be persistent? In my opinion, Brother Li should really go out and relax." After Conan finished speaking, before Li Canghai could refuse, he directly Push him outside.

The Double Ninth Festival, also known as the Double Ninth Festival, is a day when people will climb high and look far away, plant dogwood everywhere, eat Double Ninth Cake, and enjoy flowers and chrysanthemums.

Because Zailai Town is close to Longjian Ridge, it attracts many merchants, gentry, dignitaries and dignitaries.

On this day, traders gathered in Zailai Town, which was even more lively than Yangzhou City.

On the street, people come and go, bustling, hawking, laughter one after another, it is very lively.

Come to the town again, there are chrysanthemums of various colors everywhere, and chrysanthemum wine has been replaced in every inn.

It is also a kind of enjoyment to invite three or five friends, sit by the window, drink chrysanthemum wine, and enjoy the chrysanthemum feast.

Conan pushed Li Canghai and walked slowly among the crowded crowd, but his mouth was full of emotions.

"I didn't expect this small town in the south of the Yangtze River to be so lively on the occasion of this grand event. The Tang Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, and it really deserves its reputation!"

Li Canghai was also affected by this lively place, he shook his head, temporarily put aside the case, looked at the bustling street, and felt the same emotion in his heart.

However, his emotion is different from Conan's.

After all, Conan set foot in the Central Plains for the first time, and he is not familiar with Datang.But he was reborn after 1000 years. He knew what would happen next. What he felt was that this prosperous world could not last long.

Both sides of the street are full of stalls, rouge gouache, silk silk, and various snacks.

Conan pushed Li Canghai, and suddenly saw several familiar people standing on the second floor of the opposite inn, they were Fushimi Hirohito and others.

"Brother Li, I'm going to see the sixth prince. I wonder if you will go with me?" Conan asked.

Li Canghai raised his head, just in time to see Fushimi Hirohito looking at him, he saluted Fushimi Hirohito from a distance, and then said: "It's quite troublesome for me to go up, so let's forget it. Please, brother Conan." To convey my apologies on behalf of the Zhang family, I will return to Yangzhou immediately to deal with the matter of the three artifacts."

Conan nodded and said, "In that case, brother Li will be here later, I will come whenever I go."

After Conan left, Li Canghai felt a little bored. He found a writing stall not far away, so he pushed his wheelchair and walked over.

The owner of this stall is a young scholar, with many calligraphy and painting works hanging behind him. When Li Canghai came, the scholar was seriously writing poems and paintings with a brush.

(End of this chapter)