Although it is impolite and immoral to peek into other people's things, Fan Zhiyi, determined not to miss any clues, still used the key to test the iron box, and sure enough, it opened.
There were many bottles and jars in the iron box. Fan Zhiyi picked up a bottle at random and shook it, feeling that there was some liquid inside. His sixth sense told him that it was better not to open it casually, so Fan Zhiyi put it aside and planned to wait for Bing Nandong to come back.
He took out all the scrolls written by the original body that he had ignored before and looked through them one by one. Sure enough, he found a few pages of paper in the middle, which were numbered.
Fan Zhiyi read through it quickly. What was recorded on it was actually the method that the original body had used to assassinate Bing Nandong, including the poison smeared on books and pens mentioned by Wu Bai and others. Those drugs were mixed by the original body himself, and the proportions and various names were recorded on these papers.
To a certain extent, Fan Zhiyi felt that the original body was indeed a genius. He stared at the pile of bottles and jars and couldn't help but associate them with the poisons written on them. He just touched them himself, thinking that it shouldn't be a big deal.
Even though he thought so, just in case, Fan Zhiyi quickly washed his hands before returning to read. The rest of the story was similar, with reflections on Bing Nandong's failed assassination attempt and adjustments to the medicine.
Apart from anything else, Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong had been wronged. Didn't he know how to stay away from the original body? If he couldn't afford to offend, why not avoid him? On the other hand, he felt that the original body was truly a person of perseverance.
Until Fan Zhiyi saw another page, which read: "Meet at noon today on the cliff behind the bamboo forest."
And underneath it, in completely different handwriting, was written: "OK."
The next line is written by the original owner again. One can see the original owner's dark and creeping thoughts and gnashing of teeth as he wrote this line: "I'm so lucky! Sure enough, this method won't work."
This is a conversation between two people. What was the original body doing at the back cliff of the bamboo forest? Why was he trying to kill Bing Nandong? Who was he planning to conspire with this time?
However, when Fan Zhiyi looked at the handwriting upside down and then right side up, he always felt that it was a little familiar. Unfortunately, he did not have the ability to recognize words and people, so he struggled for a long time and could not make up his mind.
It couldn't possibly be a correspondence with Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi laughed to himself, but suddenly the smile froze on his face. What should he do? He felt that it was really possible.
Fan Zhiyi sighed and stretched. There was nothing much to clean in his original room, so after tidying it up for a while, Fan Zhiyi went to make lunch, then took a nap, woke up to read and exercise.
It was getting dark earlier these days, and even before Fan Zhiyi felt hungry, he saw the horizon engulfed in a raven-blue hue. He had no appetite, so he took a stool and sat at the courtyard gate, gazing out. Frequently, he nervously reached out to feel if the barrier was still there.
Only after getting a positive answer will I feel relieved.
Xiao Hei couldn't go out just like Fan Zhiyi. After playing in the yard for a while, he came over to dig Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi went to the kitchen to get some meat for him. After he was full, Xiao Hei lay on Fan Zhiyi's thighs, wagging his tail and taking a nap.
Seeing the sky getting darker and darker, and finally turning into a spilled plate of ink, Fan Zhiyi became more and more nervous. He reached out and patted the air at the door, sensing that the barrier was still there, but he still frowned.
The barrier is still there, which at least means that Bing Nandong is fine. But why hasn’t he come back yet so late? Could it be that the last day of the competition will last all night?
Fan Zhiyi waited and waited until he was tired and hungry. He went to the kitchen to heat up the leftover lunch, put it in a bowl, added rice, and sat on a chair at the entrance of the courtyard, eating while looking around.
Fan Zhiyi felt that she was about to turn into a husband-waiting stone.
Bah, don't talk nonsense.
Fan Zhiyi was completely bored, and even when sleepiness set in, he still insisted on staying at his post. Perhaps it was true that hard work paid off, as he vaguely sensed a dark shadow appearing in front of him. Excitedly, he lifted up Xiao Hei on his lap and stood up, causing Xiao Hei to turn into a long cat strip.
The figure opposite was getting closer and closer, until it reached the door and removed the barrier. Fan Zhiyi just stared blankly without saying a word.
Bing Nandong glanced at his posture, frowned slightly, but said softly: "Why aren't you sleeping so late at night?"
"..." Fan Zhiyi held Xiao Hei tightly in his arms. No, why was he so angry? So Fan Zhiyi said without any curiosity, "Waiting to see a ghost."
"Really? Do you need my help?"
"...I've already seen it, right in front of me."
“…”
It was a rare occasion for Fan Zhiyi to defeat Bing Nandong, which made him feel a little relieved, so he cleared his throat: "How was it?" He was naturally asking about the competition and Xue's house.
"That's it." Bing Nandong answered lightly, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.
Seeing him like this, Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong must have won first place, but he didn't understand why he was so happy. Who would be so happy even if they were rushing to die?
"Speak human language." Fan Zhiyi had not yet planned to reconcile with Bing Nandong. After all, this man relied on the fact that he had more magic skills and was more powerful than him to trap him in this house for two whole days.
Illegal imprisonment, how could this be tolerated! Although it was meant for his own good, it did not make Fan Zhiyi feel happy at all. Instead, it made him restless for two days.
"I won first place in the competition, and regarding the Ghost Gate incident, I presented evidence in front of everyone after the competition. The sect leader and several other elders took it very seriously. Now all the people who participated in the competition are still in Tianyun Sect, waiting for the final investigation to be completed and the truth to be revealed. Ghost Gate is not a shield they use to fulfill their selfish desires." Bing Nandong breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed like everything was going well, and he finally let down his guard. "So, the rest of the sect's members are being guarded in the other courtyard. You and I don't have to worry about our lives. Besides, this matter started with me. No matter what happens, I will do my best to protect you."
The boy's expression was extremely serious, so serious that it could not be ignored.
A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Fan Zhiyi's heart, a little sour, a little bitter, making him feel very uncomfortable. In his life, no one had ever said such words to him.
But Fan Zhiyi clearly understood that in Bing Nandong's eyes, he was talking to the original body and getting along with the original body, and the person Bing Nandong wanted to protect was also the original body, so Fan Zhiyi simply said "Oh" and turned the subject over.
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