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Premonition may seem unreliable, but it is one of the most important gifts for a detective, sometimes even determining whether your future is bright or not.
In critical moments, the intuition of a perceptive person is often correct.
The protagonist of the popular American TV series "Homeland Security" consistently grasps the essence of situations almost entirely based on her instincts. In reality, she is a mild schizophrenic.
Ah, when I arrived, the show hadn't finished airing yet. It will be another eighty years before I can continue watching; what a pity.
In any case, Nie Qiuyuan's feelings are quite accurate.
The Unknown Spring Hall is located in a corner of the county town, not in a bustling area. The building has been newly renovated, constructed from earth and stone with wooden materials, its colors dark and adorned with fragrance-free foliage, giving it an elegant and rustic charm.
After receiving the notification, the attendant led us into the reception hall. The hall was small but far more atmospheric than a prop room from a period drama; every piece of decor reflected the owner's refined taste.
Someone brought tea that emitted a familiar fragrance—Unaware of Spring.
Before long, a man dressed in plain linen garments, looking nothing like a businessman, walked into the hall from the inner quarters. He appeared to be around thirty years old, his attire extremely simple and environmentally friendly. His face was handsome and well-defined. There was no shrewdness typical of a businessman in his eyes; instead, they radiated clarity, reminiscent of an otherworldly hermit.
"I am Liu Sirui. May I ask why you have come to visit?" The man bowed politely and inquired courteously.
Liu Sirui.
I stood up alongside Nie Qiuyuan and returned his greeting. Once everyone was seated, Nie Qiuyuan began to recount the details of the Wanzi Mountain Strangulation Case to him, deliberately omitting Liao Zhen's method of murder.
However, Liu Sirui's expression gradually changed; his previously calm face clearly showed signs of turmoil, revealing the inner turbulence he felt. Before he could hear the conclusion, he suddenly slammed his hand on the table and jumped up excitedly.
"A Hong! You mean this was done by A Hong? Have you seen A Hong? Where is she now?"
Liu Sirui had nothing to do with Shen Hongyuan; he was looking for her!
"Why does A Hong want to kill them?" Liu Sirui's emotions spiraled out of control. Suddenly, he jolted, his eyes filled with intense fear. "Could it be that she thinks..."
Nie Qiuyuan mercilessly added, "I think her actions are related to your disappearance ten years ago."
Liu Sirui's body gradually slumped down until he finally collapsed into a chair.
"It's my fault... it's my fault... I owe her an apology, A Hong, I truly owe her..." He murmured, his voice choking up as he spoke.
The ruthless male figure began to take advantage of the situation: "This matter is of great importance. Therefore, could you clarify what exactly happened ten years ago, Liu Gongzi?"
Liu Sirui's face turned pale, his lips trembling. He struggled against the pain within him, remaining silent for a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "I... cannot."
Nie Qiuyuan raised an eyebrow, seemingly not expecting this answer. Lives were at stake; at such a moment, even the most difficult secrets should be revealed. Could it be that there was something even heavier behind this?
"Sirui," a familiar male voice came from the doorway, "I've made up my mind. Sirui, this matter is my fault."
Standing at the door was a handsome and elegant man, exuding an extraordinary presence—Mu Zilong, Young Master Mu, who should have been under house arrest.
No wonder I felt something unusual when I bumped into him. Indeed, he was the hidden big boss behind it all!
Liu Sirui stood up and suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, bowing deeply as he called out, "Prince Qin!"
Your Highness!
I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, causing me to forget my identity and neglect the fact that as a commoner among the Outlaws, I should immediately rise and kneel in greeting. It was only when Nie Qiuyuan, sitting beside me, subtly tugged at my sleeve that I was startled back to reality, standing up to perform the proper bow.
My rules regarding Mu Zilong were indeed correct! My fate was still tied to the royal family! I just didn't expect it to be Li Shimin, the King of Qin. This was truly a significant figure!
The scholar calculated with his fingers, noting that there were less than two months until Li Shimin's ascension to the throne.
Li Shimin stepped forward a few paces, reaching out to support Liu Sirui before nodding at us. "Qiu Yuan, you are exempt from formalities. This is not the royal court; I am also in disguise. You need not adhere to customary rituals; please, sit down."
As I steadied myself from the shock, I heard Li Shimin say, "Qiu Yuan, you once asked me where the Unaware of Spring came from. Indeed, it was obtained from Sirui. The Unaware of Spring in Guan Sheng's residence was also brewed during my conversation with him the night before. I went to see him to ensure he would not reveal my identity. Yes, they all once served me. However, after the uprising in Jinyang, most of the Red Gang members were compensated and sent home to live well, including these three who have passed away."
"I did not wish to tell you the source of Unaware of Spring because you are too clever; I did not want you to trace trouble back to Sirui. He is different from them; he is one of my great contributors. Over these ten years, he has accomplished a significant task for me." Li Shimin narrowed his eyes, his tone and expression turning serious.
Yet even without telling you, you still found out. Perhaps this was what Prince Qin intended? There was no anger or resentment in Li Shimin's gaze towards Nie Qiuyuan; instead, it burned with an inexplicable spark.
"Ten years ago, we resolved to rise against the Sui dynasty, but at that time we were indeed weak and isolated. Therefore, we thought of a force we could leverage: the Eastern Turkic." After his identity was revealed, Li Shimin's words carried a different weight, as if imbued with newfound authority.
I knew this part as well; Li Shimin had formed an alliance with Liu Wenjing, the previous Jinyang governor, sending him as an envoy to the Eastern Turkic to unite with Shibi Khan against the Sui dynasty. With their assistance, Liu Wenjing led his troops to a decisive victory over the Sui Army's renowned generals at Luoyang and pacified the region west of Xin'an, laying a solid foundation for Li Yuan's future uprising.
"Liu Wenjing's mission was merely a temporary alliance. Over these ten years, I had Sirui infiltrate the Eastern Turkic and accomplish countless tasks. For nearly all this time, the military strength of the Eastern Turkic has been effectively utilized by me—most of it thanks to Sirui's efforts."
Li Shimin's gaze fell upon Liu Sirui in plain clothing, who lowered his head sadly.
"It was I who ordered him not to disclose his infiltration into the Eastern Turkic," Li Shimin said. "It was I who allowed him to disappear silently for ten years."
Liu Sirui gently shook his head, his tone tinged with undeniable sorrow. "It was my mistake; I thought loyalty and love could not coexist and thus left without a word. I believed that over time she would naturally forget me and live well. I thought that holding this affection in my heart would withstand the passage of time and changes of seasons..."
When I woke up from the Great Dream, I realized that the world in My Heart was not in the same season as the outside.
As the new buds of Unaware of Spring began to awaken, I discovered that spring had already passed. The changes were so profound that it felt like a different era. Could I really cling to the self-righteous spring in My Heart?
Perhaps, Unaware of Spring, which seemed so indifferent, was actually a kind of sadness and helplessness.
Everyone fell silent for a moment. Therefore, the sound of something clanging outside the curtain felt particularly loud. We all jumped in surprise, only to hear Luo Dachun's furious shout from beyond the door:
"What are you doing!!"
***Tang Chang'an Evening News Breaking News***
Tang Chang'an Evening News reported on September 16, 2014: "A series of sadistic murders leads to six deaths; singer Zhou from Changsha executed."
From October 11 to November 6, 2009, over a span of 40 days, six tall and strong northern men died under similar circumstances in different hotels. Police investigations revealed that these deaths were due to a sadistic game seeking asphyxiation pleasure, and their common link was Zhou...
Hello Kitty: Look, look! I told you it wasn't wrong! Just as you were posting about it, this news popped up—it's chilling when you think about it!
Author: ...Do we really have to do this? I'm from Supernatural Channel... But Hello Kitty, it's much better than that fire you wrote about in Eternal Peace on Liuyi Alley; at least that street's prototype didn't actually burn down.
Narrator: You terrifying bunch of wordsmiths...
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