Zhuang Youjie quickly picked up the note again, opened it and found it was a love poem.
"Love doesn't know where it starts, it goes deep; the living can die, and the dead can live."
This sentence comes from the inscription of "The Peony Pavilion". The handwriting is very free and powerful. Zhuang Youjie guessed that it was written by Wang Ming.
This small round copper box is a photo frame with a unique shape. It seems that it should be a token of love given to Fusha by Wang Ming.
He recalled what the Honghua woman said, and there was a connection between Wang Ming and Fusha.
It seems that during those days in the water village, Wang Ming was busy falling in love secretly.
According to this line of reasoning, Wang Ming was more likely to be killed because he provoked the Shuizhai people by seducing women.
But since Fu Sha secretly gave this token of love to Zhuang Youjie, it should prove that they have feelings for each other, right?
She probably hoped that someone could discover the truth about Wang Ming's death and give him justice.
But this is difficult to do.
Zhuang Youjie sighed. If the murderer is the entire water village, or most of the people, how can he arrest him even if he is arrested?
The law does not blame everyone.
And does Shuizhai belong to Kanggou Township? Report it to the local police station, will they dare to take care of it?
Zhuang Youjie looked at the unconscious Liang Yuanque, wondering if he had considered these things before coming.
Liang Yuanque had been unconscious, his face was pale, and his breathing was shallow. The doctor at the clinic gave him some tonic, but he couldn't take it down at all.
"With your friend's situation, do you want to go to a hospital in the countryside to check it out?" the doctor asked Zhuang Youjie.
Zhuang Youjie wasn't sure whether Liang Yuanque wanted to continue investigating Wang Ming's case, so he didn't dare to take charge of him. He could only say,
"Let's wait a little longer. If he still doesn't wake up tomorrow, we'll talk."
The space inside the clinic was not big, but the doctor was very kind and left the most comfortable big bed in the house to the unconscious Liang Yuanque.
Zhuang Youjie built a makeshift bed next to him and lay down.
Originally, he wanted to guard Liang Yuanque, but the result was the same as before, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
If there is a competition about the speed of falling asleep in the world, Master Zhuang's failure to participate will be a loss for this event.
Fortunately, he woke up very early the next day and opened his eyes at dawn.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to jump to Liang Yuanque's window to check on him. Although he still didn't wake up, his breathing had become much smoother.
It seems that he is no longer in a coma, but sleeping.
Zhuang Youjie breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to turn around and go back to his bed, he saw a bouquet of flowers placed by Liang Yuanque's bedside.
He could swear that there was absolutely no such thing here last night!
This is a bouquet of fresh daffodils that are still dripping with water. The reason Zhuang Youjie is sure that they must not have been here before is because this kind of flower does not grow in Luo Chuanshui Town.
Moreover, the doctor's small clinic is small and chaotic. The doctor himself does not seem to be an emotional person at first glance. There is not even a fresh grass in the clinic. Where can I get flowers?
Zhuang Youjie touched the petals of the flowers in surprise, and suddenly remembered that it was not the flowering period of daffodils at all.
A feeling of panic rose from the bottom of his heart for no reason. He hurried out of the room and woke up the doctor who was sleeping outside.
"Doctor, did you place these flowers?"
The doctor was sleeping soundly. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked into the room to take a look. "What is this? I didn't do it."
"Did anyone come into the clinic this morning or last night?" Zhuang Youjie asked quickly.
The doctor yawned tremblingly, "I closed the door yesterday after you came, but it's not time to open the door this morning."
Zhuang Youjie looked at the closed clinic door and swallowed.
What does this mean? Is the Shuizhai tribe a threat?
Then why threaten to send flowers? Aren’t they usually given some dead cats, dogs, and mice?
Zhuang Youjie suddenly remembered the bowl of steamed buns that Liang Yuanque had received in his dormitory.
Because so many things happened after that, Zhuang Youjie forgot about it for a while.
At that time, Liang Yuanque suspected that the buns were poisoned, but later facts proved that he was overthinking it.
If that bowl of steamed buns wasn't sent by the murderer, would it have been the person Liang Yuanque had offended before?
Could the daffodils in front of me be the same as the steamed buns, delivered by one person?
Detective is a very dangerous job and usually offends many people. If Liang Yuanque has an old enemy, Zhuang Youjie believes it.
The doctor didn't know their identities. He kept them last night for the sake of Mr. Wonton, so he didn't understand Zhuang Youjie's excessive behavior.
"No, what happened to the flower?"
"No, it's okay." Zhuang Youjie didn't know how to explain it. He was worried that after the doctor knew their identities, he would kick them out to avoid getting burned.
Mr. Wonton left last night. Zhuang Youjie didn't know where to contact him. Even if he went to the other side to see if he had a stall, he didn't know how to find a boatman to cross the river.
In the current situation, before Liang Yuanque woke up, Zhuang Youjie knew that there was nothing he could do.
He said a few perfunctory words and advised the doctor to go back to sleep, while he moved a chair and stood guard in front of Liang Yuanque's bed.
Until noon, when the doctor opened the door and asked him what he wanted to eat for lunch, Liang Yuanque slowly opened his eyes.
"Master Zhuang, when is it?" Liang Yuanque had just woken up and was still a little confused.
"It's two quarters past noon, it's time for lunch." He was answered by the doctor who was leaning at the door.
"Oh, eat whatever you want, please." Liang Yuanque said to the doctor.
Before leaving last night, Mr. Wonton left a sum of money to the doctor, asking the doctor to take care of Liang Yuanque and his family's food, clothing, housing, transportation and physical condition in the past few days.
Zhuang Youjie originally thought that the uncle was very kind, but after asking, he found out that this was the money Liang Yuanque left for the uncle.
As for Mr. Wonton's escape route, Liang Yuanque was fully prepared before entering the water village.
He thought that there would be many changes during this trip, but he did not expect that there would be so many changes in the village.
For example, the little white-flowered lady who forcibly kisses others when she comes up.
When Liang Yuanque woke up, the first thing he thought of was this matter. After sending the doctor away, he quickly asked Zhuang Youjie,
"What did Sister Fusha tell you?"
"Oh, you said this!" Zhuang Youjie quickly handed him the small copper box containing the photos and notes.
"That kiss she gave me was to give me this."
Liang Yuanque opened the copper box and recognized the man in the photo as Wang Ming.
He briefly flipped through the photos and notes and made the same judgment as Zhuang Youjie.
"Wang Ming, this guy, was busy talking about love during those two months in Shuizhai."
Zhuang Youjie sighed, "Don't talk about this yet, there is something else I want to show you."
"What the hell?" Liang Yuanque joked, "I just kissed you and gave you quite a lot of things?"
"No, I don't know who gave it to you!" Zhuang Youjie pointed to the daffodils on the bedside.
Only then did Liang Yuanque notice the small bouquet of flowers. He picked it up and fiddled with it, and his expression changed.
"What a shame, he was indeed here."
