Chapter 103: How Can Withered Flowers and Fallen Leaves Resi

autiful beings perish before her eyesToday, regardless of Dou Zhao or Jiang Wang, as the most representative prodigies of their respective countries, their lives and deaths are no longer just about th...Chapter 103: Alas, Withered Flowers and Fallen Leaves Have Grown Old (Page 1/2)

Once again, Jiang Wang sat upon the branch where he had once practiced meditation.

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Opening his blazing red eyes, he scrutinized the surroundings carefully, trying to find any clue, any hint... but of course, he found nothing.

He leaped down, recalling the direction Lin Youxie had left in. He walked outward, following the faint trail he still remembered.

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Every step he took, he carefully scrutinized his surroundings. Like facing a life-or-death battle, he didn't miss any clue.

Thus, step by step, treading on dried bamboo and fallen leaves, I walked out of this dense forest and arrived at the nearest city, only to find it equally fruitless.

Jiang Wang had expected this, so on his way back, he still appeared calm.

After all, more than three months have passed. Even if there were traces left, they should have been erased by nature long ago. Besides, he wasn't as skilled as the professional investigators from the Patrol Department.

A little more care would have made a difference, but alas, the flowers have wilted and leaves have turned yellow with age. All that remains are the mountain wind and the bright moon.

Where can one search for it, when there is no trace to be found

He decided to explore another line of inquiry, to confront that black wall.

When I returned to the mansion of Marquis Wu'an after leaving in the morning, the moon was already high in the sky.

A whole day can be said to be wasted.

Yet, the feeling honed within this futility is known only to him.

At Hou's residence, I unexpectedly encountered an unexpected person - Prince Ba Zhongqing of Shuofang.

This time, he hadn't brought his wife along. He wasn't putting on that annoyingly ostentatious display. The luxury car was parked outside the mansion. The man sat alone in the living room, according to the gatekeeper, waiting since the afternoon.

Jiang Wang really had no mood for pleasantries today. When he saw him, he frowned: "What is this about, Brother Bao"

“Brother Jiang, you’ve been running around all day, it must have been tiring!” Bao Zhongqing greeted him warmly with a natural expression. “I heard that your friend went missing, and you’re worried about it… let me tell you, for this kind of thing, why not ask me for help My Bao family has carriages and horses transporting goods all over the world. Finding someone, gathering some information, these things are my specialties!”

Jiang Wang hadn't really thought about using the power of Bao's carriage service.

First of all, he has no connection with the Bao family whatsoever, let alone any friendship with Bao Zhongqing.

Secondly... he was already on the blacklist of Bao's Carriage Service and hadn't ridden in a carriage from them for ages. How could he possibly remember

He didn't ask Bao Zhongqing how he knew the news, but seriously said: "If you can help me find clues, I will remember this favor."

Bao Zhongqing was waiting for this very sentence, but he said, "What's all this talk about human relations Too much! We are old acquaintances. We fought together on the battlefield and studied in the same group at Jixia Academy. We are comrades-in-arms and classmates. What more can there be between us"

He patted his chest forcefully: “I’ll take care of this!”

Jiang Wang pursed her lips and said, "Then I'll trouble Brother Bao."

"What's the trouble It's just a matter between friends! Just like if your friend went missing, you'd be frantic searching for her, right" Bao Zhongqing said, then took his leave: "I know you're worried about your friend, so I won't bother you. Just wait for my news!"

I waited for an afternoon, and finally met up with them, but after a few words, they hurried away.

Regardless of his true intentions, at least this outward display of sincerity is quite genuine.

Jiang Wang personally sent Bao Zhongqing to the door, remained silent for a long time, and then returned to his study alone.

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By now, he was no longer the young man who readily gave his trust. As for Bao Zhongqing, he had always been wary of him.

Is there any information about Lin Youxie that you could share It would be a kind gesture, wouldn't it Or is it that the Bao family has some thoughts about the current empress The scent enticed her forward; besides, she had Jiang Wang, this reckless man, leading the way.

Jiang Wang doesn't know the answer.

But in order to find Lin Youxie's whereabouts as soon as possible, he was willing to be used by Bao Zhongqing once.

The study in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion was originally designed to be very simple. Later, after adjustments by Chongxuan Sheng, it gained a few points of solemnity and magnificence.

The desk was carved with mountains and rivers, its surface with a comfortable, lustrous sheen. Behind the desk, a bookshelf filled an entire wall.

Inside were piled various kinds of books, all classics frequently read by the wealthy young masters of Linzi.

Of course it was Chong Xuan Sheng who helped to get it together, at a great expense.

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But whether it be military treatises or classics of Confucianism and Taoism, here they are nothing more than ornaments.

Because Jiang Wang hadn't opened any of the books, they remained just as they were when he bought them.

It's not that Marquis Wuan doesn't love reading... it's just that "The History of Knives Carving the Sea" hasn't been memorized yet, and he's too busy.

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At this moment, he was sitting in front of a bookcase brimming with culture, leaning halfway back in his chair, quietly sorting through clues related to Lin Youxie, pondering what other ways he could possibly take and where he should begin.

I have two daggers in my hand.

Could you please have Yu Zhenren help with a fortune telling

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Or should we invite Master Ruan

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The way of divination emphasizes reciprocity and balancing the scales. Since this involved the safety and well-being of his friends, he considered himself willing to pay the price.

If Lin Youxie's disappearance is truly related to the current empress, then it would be more suitable to ask Yu Zhenren for help with divination.

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That's not right.

It would still be more appropriate for Lord Ruan to take charge.

If the Venerable Ruan agrees, finding someone should not be difficult.

If Master Ruan were to refuse outright, wouldn't that in itself be a form of verification

Jiang Wang thought while unconsciously tapping his fingers, a wisp of blue smoke rising from his fingertips and floating freely.

He always has the habit of practicing his Taoist techniques at any time.

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This mourning secret technique was also improved by Yu Beidou.

Pale smoke, like tender green grass, swayed and danced at the tip of my fingers, lonely and fragile.

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And then the little grass bowed its head, as if in remembrance.

"Um"

Jiang Wang came to his senses and found that the Thinking Grass seemed to have found its target, slowly rotating.

Unable to help himself, he held his breath and focused his attention on the direction of the small wisp of green smoke.

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But it turned a few circles and suddenly stopped, pointing...behind.

Jiang Wang suddenly got up and turned around, looking at the bookcase. But the direction of the Thinking Grass was also moving. At this time, he realized that this strand of Thinking Grass was pointing to himself.

After being re-evolved by Yu Beidou, the art of remembrance now operates on a soul level. It involves imprinting an understanding of the target onto one's soul, thus forming a soul-level perception.

It has a certain shelf life. Wanting to use this technique to pursue a goal three months later, even if you are familiar with it, is impossible.

While Jiang Wang was pondering how to find Lin Youxie, memories of her kept surfacing. Unconsciously, he conjured a sprig of remembrance grass, not expecting it to lead him anywhere.

But now the grass of remembrance is pointing back!

Could it be that something within me, on the level of my soul and spirit, is resonating with Lin Youxie, who I perceive as a being on a spiritual level

Jiang Wang sat down and took out all three storage boxes he carried with him. The nail-sized boxes lay on the desk and quickly expanded, resembling three thick books with wooden covers.

Upon opening the lid, one can see a grid of neat and tiny squares inside. Within each square lie miniature versions of various objects, greatly reduced in size.

The most abundant items stored were valuables, such as Yuan stones, Wan yuan stones, Dao yuan stones... There were also a few Sheng Hun stones. They served both as currency in the extraordinary world and as supplementary supplies for combat consumption at any time.

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In addition, there are also some gold, silver, coins, and rings.

And then there's the food I encountered while traveling all over the place…

His gaze swept carefully over everything, finally landing on

Chapter 103 How to Deal with Withered Flowers and Fallen Leaves (Part 2/2)

The thin book stood there——

This is a nameless book once given to him by Lin Youxie.

The "Book of the Net Master," also known as "A Lifetime's Passion for Autopsy," is a comprehensive work on forensic medicine written by Lin Quan, a famous coroner. The complete text was compiled posthumously by Wu Lie, who received the posthumous title of Diwang Bo.

At that time, Lin Youxie was determined to die. With all the tangible evidence erased, he attempted suicide to leave a testament and seek justice for the old cases of Empress Lei Gui and Lin Kuang.

Therefore, this strange book that recorded how to capture clues from corpses was given to Jiang Wang.

As the heirlooms of a prestigious family, this book's value cannot be measured in money.

Or one could say—if it were to spread, it was destined to become another classic in the Fa family's school of law and punishment!

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Jiang Wang stared blankly as he picked up the thin book, his mind tracing back to the inspiration sent by Chasing Grass. It was pointing directly at this very book.

...If that's impossible, it's impossible to track down Lin Youxie's whereabouts...

However, this is a secret manual on autopsy techniques, yet Lin Youxie's fate remains unknown to this day.

This booklet is of no use in the current situation, and Jiang Wang even hopes that it will never be put into practice.

...But now he was alone in his study, sitting by the desk and looking at a thin book spread open before him. Thinking of his friend who had disappeared without a trace, he felt an indescribable melancholy.

That's Lin Youxie.

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The only heir of the four great blue-brand families.

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He had disappeared at the beginning of May, but nobody noticed.

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Her father, Lin Qing, died in the 38th year of Yuan Feng. Wu Lie, who raised her, died in the 55th year of Yuan Feng. In the same year, Li Youjiu, also from one of the Four Great Blue Card families, was executed...

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Even the most ordinary person in this world, once they disappear into the crowd, will have loved ones who miss them.

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But Lin Youxie already had no family or relatives.

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Because the big tree of the Qingpai family has fallen, and because she is so rigid in her adherence to the law and unfeeling in her handling of cases, she has no friends.

In this world, no one cares about her anymore, and no one will ask about her.

It wasn't until Jiang Wang's letters to Sanxing Palace were returned unopened that people realized: the young prodigy who wore a blue badge, Lin Youxie, renowned for his dragon-treading cultivation and hailed as a genius detective, had vanished.

The living are unseen, the dead unburied.

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She vanished without a trace, like a whisper carried away by the wind.

It's like she never existed at all!

But the experiences of the past twenty years or so were still there, clear as day. The cases she had solved, the things she had dealt with, still had clear traces in the capital city patrol department.

Even all of this could be erased.

But in Jiang Wang's memory, every encounter with her, from Bi Wu County to Hai Men Island, from that battered little boat to the moonlit Hengyang County... everything was still so vivid. How could he say she had never existed

"Tap tap tap!"

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As the sound of knocking echoed, it was Xie Ping, the steward, who softly called out: "My lord, someone has come from the House of Marquis Bowang, requesting an audience."

Jiang Wang regained his composure, re-held the storage box on the table, tucked it into his bosom, and said in a normal tone: "Let him come in."

Pushing open the door was Chong Xuan's shadow guard, it was the blue brick that Jiang Wang also knew very well.

He closed the door and then bowed to Jiang Wangxing: "Lord Hou, my young master asked me to come find you at this late hour. There are some matters he wants me to relay."

“Your young master is inheriting the title of Marquis tomorrow, and you’re still worrying about so many irrelevant things tonight” Jiang Wang teased intentionally, trying to appear calm. Then she said, “Tell me, what kind of trouble has he gotten himself into again”

Qing Zhuan bowed his head: “My master just returned to Linzi and heard about what happened here, so he immediately sent me over to deliver a message. If not for the grand ceremony tomorrow, he would have come himself today…”

"What can I do for you" Jiang Wang chuckled lightly and said, "Go on, what's his opinion"

Ching-Zhuan Dao said: "My master said that the thing you are pursuing might not be as complicated as you think! He asked you not to act rashly, especially not to trust people like Bao Zhongqing, giving them an opportunity. After tomorrow's Investiture Ceremony, he will come and talk to you personally…"

"Is that all" Jiang Wang asked.

“Oh, my young master also emphasized that,” Qing Zhu replied. “Please stay at home and don’t act rashly. Lin’s affair isn’t complicated; once he’s free, things will be easily resolved.”

Jiang Wang listened, a frown creasing her brow. "Is this the exact quote"

“Uh, the original words were…” Qingzhuan cleared his throat and imitated Chongxuan's voice: “Remember, if he has no brain, don't use yours! If you don't know which way to go, don't leave the house! Honestly, making such a big fuss looking for someone, is he showing off to someone”

Seeing Marquis Wuan's face had turned ugly, he uttered the last five words with little spirit, his voice getting lower as he spoke: "Really... too... stupid..."

> Though still grieving the loss of his family, Chong Xuan Sheng, burdened with a mountain of familial obligations, shows such concern for his friends at this crucial juncture. It deeply moved Wu An Hou.

But the wording was so impolite, and Wuanghou was very unhappy.

Marquis Wu'an was not a man who would hold a grudge, so he merely waved at Qingbian: "Alright, I understand. Go back."

The bluestone disappeared with a whoosh.

"From now on, you guys who work security, be careful..."

When Jiang Wang had said half his sentence, the study was empty. He couldn't continue with 'etiquette education', so he could only huff and say: "The superior are rude, and the inferior are uncivilized!"

Strangely, all it took was a message from Chongxuan Pang for him to feel much calmer.

Zheng Xuan, who could even think with all his fat, since he spoke and said this matter wasn't that complicated, just let him stay at home and wait for the letter.

He unreservedly believed, believing that Chong Xuansheng would be able to come up with the right answer.

Tonight the moon shines brightly, and the stars are few.

He didn't go out again, sitting alone in his study, quietly flipping through a nameless book.

This looks like it was a whole night's work.

For a long time, he didn't feel the need to flip through the book and learn something. An autopsy held little meaning for him; in his life experiences, death often provided all the answers.

But now he thinks, if a person leaves, what should she leave behind for this world

If a person disappeared, what would be left to prove she ever existed

Perhaps there is only this one nameless book.

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This book isn't very long, but it takes some brainpower to understand. There are also some little tricks that come with it, and those take time to practice. The first time you read it, of course, you're just getting the general idea.

When the first light of dawn appeared, Jiang Wang only felt a complicated feeling as he turned the thin booklet to its last page.

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Then he was stunned.

Because the last page is clearly different from the rest of the book, "The Book Without a Name".

What is listed above is not any forensic technique.

There is only one secret technique.

Created by the late Tianluo Bo and Lin Kuang, the peerless master detective, "Niandichen" is a secret technique.

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"Those who are deeply cherished remain in the heart like dust."

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Thanks to book friend "Hot Memory Fragments" for becoming the chief supporter of this book, making it the 359th chief supporter of Red Heart Celestial Patrol!

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Thanks to book friend "Touch the Owl" for becoming the patron of this book, the 360th member of Chixin Xunttian!

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