When they found Wu Bucai, he was sitting cross-legged on the futon, with a pile of bottles and cans in front of him, and they didn’t know what he was studying.

Lin Fei walked in with Liu Yuan and said, “Where are Han Jun’s shoes?”

Han Jun’s shoes? Wu Bucai was stunned for a moment when he withdrew his attention from the bottles and cans. When he realized what he was doing, he walked to the shelf nearby, took out a box, and handed it over.

The two took it and Lin Fei opened the box.

In the box was a pair of ordinary white cloth boots. The boots looked clean as if they had been washed before wearing them. Liu Yuan also noticed that Han Jun was quite particular. The house where he stayed and the clothes in the house were neatly stacked.

However, even though they were specially washed before wearing them, there was still a lot of mud splashed on the uppers of these white cloth boots.

The upper surface of the boots was splashed with mud and the soles of the boots… Liu Yuan picked up the boots and looked at the soles. He was stunned when he saw that there was only dust and no mud on the soles of the boots.

“It must have been scraped with something like a branch. Even the pattern on the sole is gone.” Lin Fei said, pointing to the side of the sole of the boot, and said, “The front and rear wear is quite severe.”

Such severe wear will only appear when someone drags you along the way. Liu Yuan felt that this explanation was indeed reasonable.

“But… if he had worn a pair of shoes like this from the beginning…”

Before he finished speaking, Lin Fei shook his head and asked Liu Yuan: “Do you still remember the clothes Han Jun was wearing?”

Liu Yuan said. Yuan nodded: “Except for the weird makeup, it’s still clean and neat.”

Lin Fei said “Hmm” and reminded Liu Yuan: “He was still naked when he was beaten.”

Liu Yuan was startled for a moment, but when he came to his senses, his expression changed slightly: Combining the two points that Han Jun was clean and neatly dressed, and that he was not even naked before the accident, he came to a likely conclusion.

“Han Jun is dressed like that. He pays so much attention to appearance. It doesn’t look like he is going to do evil.” Liu Yuan said. At least he has rarely seen anyone who goes to do evil and is dressed up so well. “On the contrary, he looks a bit like he was going for a lover’s tryst.”

If that was the case…

“You’re so well-groomed, you won’t forget to put on new shoes.” Liu Yuan said, “The wear on the soles is unnatural, just like what Lin Shaoqing said after being dragged along. The theory of wear and tear is more reasonable to explain.”

If you saw it this way, it was difficult to explain that Han Jun committed evil unilaterally in Jing’an, but it seemed more like “the man has feelings while the woman has intentions.”

In that case, for Jing’an… Liu Yuan furrowed his brows. “If there were mutual intentions, and she’s not truly a nun, she could have simply discussed it openly with Jinghui. Why accuse Han Jun of mistreating her?”

Lin Fei walked over to the shelf where Wu Bu had stacked various items, including the roll of paper that had been stepped on when they discovered Han Jun.

The blank picture scroll with the footprints on it appeared before the two of them.

“I have a guess about this.” Lin Fei said, then turned around and walked out with the scroll.

Liu Yuan quickly followed him, originally thinking that Lin Fei was taking him back to analyze the case again, but unexpectedly, when Lin Fei passed by the public kitchen, he stopped and then walked directly into the public kitchen.

When Lin Fei and Liu Yuan came in, Wen Mingtang and others were busy making lotus root boxes, so no one noticed them for a while.

The minced meat was sandwiched between two pieces of lotus roots, rolled in a batter mixed with eggs, flour, and water, then fried in oil.

When it was almost fried, she picked it up and fried it again before serving it to the table.

As for how long it would take to re-fry, Wen Mingtang taught Ah Bing: “You can take a few dozen breaths and it’s almost done!”

Ah Bing nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to place the lotus roots stuffed with minced meat into the batter for frying, he caught sight of Lin Fei and Liu Yuan who had suddenly barged in from the corner of his eye. Subconsciously, he glanced outside and realized it wasn’t time for dinner yet, so he said, “It’s not time for dinner yet!”

Liu Yuan rubbed his nose, swallowed hard, and tried not to be overly tempted by the delicious smell. He turned his head to look at Lin Fei.

Lin Fei looked at Wen Mingtang, who was making a lotus root box, and asked, “Master Wen, I heard someone say that if you write on paper with rice vinegar, when it dries, you won’t be able to see it anymore, is that true?”

“Yes.” !” Wen Mingtang, focused on the numerous bubbles rising around the zhàǒu hé in the frying pan, didn’t even lift her head. “Just a brief roast over the fire and you can see the characters clearly. Those fake spiritual mediums and Taoist priests who deceive people for money often claim to have a ‘divine vision’ using this method. This technique is quite common in the kitchen, and many people know about it!”

“Thank you, Master Wen.” Lin Fei glanced at Wen Mingtang, who was lowering her head to fry the zhàǒu hé. Turning around and leaving the kitchen, Liu Yuan quickly followed. Before leaving, he did not forget to ask Wen Mingtang, “Master Wen, what is the name of the meat dish we are eating tonight?”

“Zhàǒu Hé,” Wen Mingtang said.

Liu Yuan said “Oh”, muttered a few words about “zhàǒu hé” and followed Lin Fei.

After the two left, Wen Mingtang raised her head and glanced at Lin Fei and Liu Yuan who were leaving. She turned to Tangyuan, who was sandwiching minced meat between the lotus root slices and said, “Tangyuan, the case of the painted-skinned monster seems to be true. Well, it actually involves Gods and Buddhas.”

Of course, these gods and Buddhas were not real gods and Buddhas, they were just pretending to be gods and ghosts.

…

Looking at the talisman that suddenly appeared on the blank scroll, Liu Yuan shook his hand and almost dropped the blank scroll to the candlestick below and burned it.

Fortunately, Lin Fei took action in time and caught the scroll.

“This talisman…” Liu Yuan looked at the totem that looked like a ghostly drawing on it in shock, and couldn’t help but murmured, “What is this for?”

Lin Fei put the baked “revealed” scroll on the table. He turned around and walked to the bookshelf behind him and took out two books.

When he saw the name of the book, Liu Yuan said: “…”

“Encyclopedia of Talismans” and “Talking to the Gods”.

Lin Shaoqing’s hobbies were really wide-ranging.

Of course, Lin Fei ignored Liu Yuan’s shock and just lowered his head to flip through the book. He quickly turned to one of the pages and stopped. Then he pointed at the “ghost painting talisman” on the scroll and showed it to Liu Yuan.

“This is called the Resurrection Talisman.” Lin Fei said.

Liu Yuan’s mouth twitched. “We haven’t seen any revival, but we’ve certainly seen possessions. Most of those missing scholars are probably dead. How many people have died for the sake of these elusive spirits and ghosts? What is this person trying to accomplish?”

“In her opinion, of course, she wants to kill people and bring them back to life.” Lin Fei said, turning to the back of “Ghost Painting Talisman”, “For so many years, she has knelt before the gods and Buddhas and practiced hard. She hasn’t gained any peace of mind, but the more she practiced, the worse she was. She was impatient and had some evil thoughts.”

Looking at the extensive and nonsensical “resurrection methods” written after the talisman, Liu Yuan’s expression turned extremely unpleasant.

(End of chapter)

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