On a winter day in Luoyang, the divine capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the morning mist covered the entire city like thick silk, with distant mountains looming and streets blurred. The bell came from the direction of Miyagi, with a cold echo, announcing the beginning of the day.
On this day, Luoyang City looked particularly solemn. A team of soldiers escorted a dark iron coffin through Zhuque Street, attracting countless people to stop and watch. On the iron coffin, there were streaks of white silk wrapped around it, as if it was for the salvation of the deceased. Under the coffin, there were faint dark red stains, like traces of wet blood.
The people were talking in low voices, but no one dared to come near. There are rumors that the person in the coffin is the captain of Jingzhao Mansion. He died suddenly in the manor last night. The body is as weird as wood that has been withered for decades, and the face is twisted like a ghost. Some people even say that it is the "Kiroshikakure Rakshasa" that has been rumored for a long time in the city.
In a tea shop facing the street, a middle-aged man with an elegant face and a green robe had a panoramic view of all this. He was holding a teacup in his hand, the tea was filled with fragrance, and there was a trace of solemnity in his wise eyes. He was the current prime minister and famous detective Di Renjie.
"Mr. Dee, what do you think?" The young man sitting opposite asked in a low voice. He is Di Renjie's assistant Li Yuanfang, with a bit of vigilance and curiosity in his eyes.
So suspenseful.
It sounds good. It sounds really good.