Xiao Cunyu didn't feel ashamed at all.
"It seems that you have a complicated nature." Zhuang Jiulang found it difficult to describe the young man in front of him. He was probably the most naive and weird person he had ever met.
"Needless to say? People have many faces, and you have seen very little." Xiao Cunyu was still proud of his timidity, "But since you're here, let's look for it together!"
"Why don't you ask that strange old man?" Zhou Jingmao asked.
"He seems to be mute." Zhuang Jiulang said lightly.
Zhou Jingmao stopped talking.
The books in this library are also classified, but after searching for a long time, there is no list of students in the academy, which makes Xiao Cunyu a little annoyed.
According to the ghost of Mr. Kong, this list was not confidential, so it was placed in a conspicuous place in the front yard and could be easily found, but now, there is no trace of it at all.
As the sky grew darker, the library would soon be closed.
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are the ten-day holidays, and she doesn't want to waste time.
Xiao Cunyu didn't bother anymore and stretched out his hand to Zhou Jingmao: "Give me some money and I'll tell you a fortune."
"..." Zhou Jingmao said reluctantly, "I... don't have any small change."
"Let me do it." Zhuang Jiulang not only brought small change but also copper coins, and gave a few to Xiao Cunyu.
Xiao Cunyu accepted it silently, but did not use the coins to tell fortunes. Instead, she counted with her fingers, muttering something, and looked in all directions. After a while, she paused, then raised her head and walked out, heading towards the small room on the east side of the front yard.
I opened the door and went in, and sure enough, there were some books there.
"Amazing!" Zhou Jingmao didn't understand it, but that didn't stop him from being amazed.
He quickly took out the book and looked at it, then said, "These seem to be some handwritten manuscripts with signatures on them... There are also some calligraphy and paintings..."
"Here, here! The roster!"
Zhou Jingmao was quite quick and pointed at the highest point: "But there are so many books..."
Xiao Cunyu walked forward, stepped on a stool, took out Kong Shusheng's roster for that year, and began to flip through it.
There are quite a lot of names in there.
Xiao Cunyu turned page after page and finally saw Kong Shusheng.
"Kong Li, from Shu Ning, Lingzhou..."
Next page.
"Xu Bin, a native of Ansong, Qingzhou...entered school in the eighth year of the Yuankang reign..."
"Are these the two people you are looking for? Kong Li seems to be dead. It says he died in a fire in the academy..." Zhou Jingmao said carelessly.
This roster does not record each person's date of birth and death, but because Mr. Kong died in the academy, a few more words were annotated below.
"And he's been dead for a long time. These four words... the murderer is unknown?" Zhuang Jiulang was a little surprised.
What does Xiao Cunyu want to do with a dead person?
"Could these two people be your relatives? You don't want to avenge Kong Li, do you? Oh oh oh, I get it. One was burned to death, so the other must be the murderer, right?!" Zhou Jingmao began to associate it.
"No……"
"No!" Before Xiao Cunyu finished speaking, the old man who collected books suddenly appeared at the door of the small house.
He was stuck there, his already odd face now even more ferocious, mixed with raging anger, and his hoarse voice sounded like it came from a ghostly den: "It's not like that... It's not like that... It's not..."
The sound is a bit scary.
Zhou Jingmao was so scared that he shrank behind Zhuang Jiulang.
Compared to Xiao Cunyu, Zhuang Jiulang looks a little stronger.
"So you're not mute?" Xiao Cunyu's brows relaxed. "That makes it easy. You said Xu Bin didn't kill him. Could it be that you know Xu Bin? Old man, I need to find this man and tell him the truth of what happened back then. Could you give me some pointers?"
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