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In the first year of Jiayou's reign, Renzong of the Song Dynasty, on the third day of March, at the quarter of Xu. As night falls, in small Jiangnan towns like Lingzhou, the streets have long been deserted. The busy streets during the day have become dark under the cover of night. There is no moon in the silent sky, but the outlines of the houses on both sides can still be vaguely seen. A lonely crow is perched on the eaves, coldly staring at the empty street below. In the distance, a dim light appeared on the corner of the street, swaying towards it. The light was a lantern carried by a young woman named Ye Jin. She was the only daughter of the Ye family in the east of the city and came back from her aunt's house in the west of the city. Her aunt is an old woman, and old women's bones are easily broken. This morning, her aunt was hit by a carriage and broke her leg. The carriage flew out of the city and disappeared without a trace.

After get off work, Yang Bai walked to the station to wait for the bus bound for his home, as usual at this time. He looked at the cars passing by in front of him, his eyes showing anxiety. He had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes, but he still didn't see the No. 25 Bus. It was the rush hour after get off work, and more and more people were waiting for the bus, making the station seem a bit crowded. Two beggars, one big and one small, were begging in the crowd. When almost everyone saw them coming towards them, they frowned and took a few steps back, with a look of disgust on their faces. This kind of scene is everywhere in this city, and Yang Bai has become accustomed to it. The little beggar was probably only seven or eight years old. He was looking at Yang Bai eagerly, his eyes full of expectation.

They decided to go down the well at the end of the day. Before that, Guan Shanyue took the two detectives to Tianxiang Tower in the town for snacks, while Xiao Jianqing went to Chai Yaner's room. To his surprise, Liu Yunxiang was also there, chatting with Chai Yan'er who was lying on the bed.

In the dead of night, there was only a thin crescent moon hanging in the hazy night sky. The cold and weak light seemed unable to reach the ground. The earth was dark, so dark that it was impossible to see the surrounding scenery. This is an abandoned courtyard, and it must have been uninhabited for a long time. No one visits a place like this even during the day, let alone this time. But at this time, a little light appeared in the darkness, like a lonely firefly, moving slowly in the desolate yard. Although the firelight was weak, it illuminated the space within a few feet. The light source comes from a white candle, and the fingers holding the candle are even whiter. He is a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, followed by a girl of similar age. From the appearance, they look like a brother and sister. Their skin is fair and white, almost transparent, and you can even clearly see the purple blood veins under the skin.

In the midsummer of June, the sun is blazing, and the chirping of cicadas pours down from the lush branches and leaves. There is a tea shop under the tree. The shop is not big, but the environment is quiet. It was noon, and many customers came to the tea shop. They sat at several tables in twos and threes, drinking tea while listening to the cicadas chirping outside the window, which was very comfortable. Among the tea guests were two young women, sitting by the window. One of them was only seventeen or eighteen years old, innocent and innocent, and he was Liu Yunxiang. The other one is a few years older than Liu Yunxiang, in her early twenties, with elegant appearance and a bookish air between her brows. Her name is Tan Shishi. Tan Shishi's father, Tan Shu, served as the censor Zhongcheng in the imperial court and had frequent contacts with Liu Qianye, so she and Liu Yunxiang had known each other since they were children. There was a plate of peanuts and three bowls of tea on the table for the two of them. No one was sitting on the other seat, but half of the tea was drunk.

Dusk. A girl in white sits alone on a rock by the sea, her beautiful face reflecting the sunset. She put her hands behind her, swung her legs down comfortably, and paddled her bare feet back and forth on the water. The salty sea breeze blew from a distance, blowing her waist-length hair away. From time to time, she brushed the messy hair behind her eyes behind her ears, but her eyes looked forward unblinkingly, as if she were on a pilgrimage. This is a small island. She has lived on this island since she was born and has never left, so she is full of curiosity about the other side of the sea. She often comes here secretly, sitting facing the boundless sea and feeling the breath of the sea brought by the sea breeze.

Everyone returned to the main hall and had a hasty lunch. The servants served tea and everyone sat down. Xiao Jianqing informed everyone about the time of Gang Leader Qian's death, which was within an hour before they found the body: "I'm sorry to ask, where have you been after noon?" Ye Linyuan took the lead and said: "I After separating from Brother Xiao in the stone house, he went back to his room to sleep until someone called me to have dinner. It was probably noon." Liu Jinglei sneered: "Like Mr. Ye, I also slept in my room until someone woke me up."