Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

After Guan Shanyu finished his analysis, he was scared.

In his previous life, Guan Shanyu had never seriously used his brain. He skipped classes, slacked off at a big company after graduation, and wrote articles haphazardly, letting himself go. Now, at least, he was seriously thinking.

But this result is too frightening.

Judging from the fact that Qing Yuanzi made an exception and sent him to Tianxuan, it is very likely that he really knew that Guan Shanyu was the driving force behind the plot. Now he has volunteered to repair the library. Could it be that he wants to destroy some evidence?

Guan Shanyu touched his chin and scratched his head, thinking that if this was the case, Qing Yuanzi was also an obvious suspect, so why hadn't Song Ziye suspected him until now?

Could it be that the characters in this world can only follow the plot line, and are in a state of reduced intelligence at other times?

But no matter what the reason was, for the sake of his own life, Guan Shanyu felt that he needed to remind them to investigate Qing Yuanzi.

Guan Shanyu immediately stood up from his desk. As he reached the door, he suddenly remembered that he was still under house arrest. Although there wasn't a strong barrier at the door, if he went out rashly, he would definitely alert the enemy. So, if it wasn't convenient for him to go out, it wasn't impossible for someone to come in.

If Qing Yuanzi is a bug in this world, then he probably knows that Yan Ruchen is the protagonist and will definitely be very concerned about Yan Ruchen's movements. It is not appropriate to ask him to come.

After much thought, Song Ziye is the more suitable one. He is strong in martial arts and careful, and he happens to be fully responsible for investigating the case. Even if someone can't help but harm him, according to the current plot progress, Song Ziye can guarantee the safety of himself and Guan Shanyu.

After thinking about it, Guan Shanyu looked out the door. There was a gatekeeper disciple standing at the door, sitting on the stone steps reading a book. A few other disciples passed by here and there, all of them holding things in their hands and preparing to go to work, all of them walking quickly and in a hurry. Guan Shanyu didn't see anyone familiar to call out, but suddenly he remembered Nengfan.

He had helped him in the morning. Compared to the disciples in the sect who were full of malice towards him, Neng Fan seemed like someone who would be willing to help others.

Guan Shanyu glanced at the bed, then turned and knocked on the windowsill. The gatekeeper turned around in confusion. Guan Shanyu raised his hand and waved at him in a friendly manner. Hanging on his hand was a small bamboo praying mantis. He smiled and said, "Hello, Senior Brother, could you please go to the bamboo house next door to call Senior Brother Nengfan for me? He left something here last time. It's quite important and he needs to come and get it himself. I'll give this little thing to you, Senior Brother. Please run errands for me."

The disciple's eyes lit up when he saw the little toy in Guan Shanyu's hand. There was almost no entertainment on Tianxuan Mountain. Every day was either homework or cultivation, which was extremely boring. Even a simple toy could cause them to fight for a long time. Thanks to Guan Shanyu's childhood experience living with his grandfather, he learned how to make these little things. The disciple's eyes were fixed on the little bamboo toy, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Don't try to play tricks! The Elders ordered me to watch you."

Guan Shanyu hurriedly said, "Brother, you are so clever, how could I possibly deceive you? Look, I'm still injured and can't run far. If it weren't for the fact that Brother Nengfan's things were so important that he needed to come and get them in person, I wouldn't dare to trouble you."

The gatekeeper looked towards Nengfan's residence, thinking it was only a few steps away, but he was still curious: "What is so valuable that he has to come here in person to get it?"

Guan Shanyu chuckled, raised his hand to cover half of his mouth, put on a mysterious expression, and whispered: "It's something that all men like, you know it, brother."

The disciple was stunned and didn't react.

What do men like?

The explanation was vague and could easily lead people to think of something unreliable. In addition, the person in front of him was a well-known homosexual. The disciple's face suddenly twisted. He didn't dare to think about what kind of relationship Guan Shanyu and Neng Fan had. He quickly said "Pooh" twice in an unlucky way, stood up, said "Stop playing tricks", and ran to the next room to call Neng Fan.

Guan Shanyu watched him run away, leaned his elbow on the windowsill, touched his chin and took a breath, thinking that it was a good thing that he had the buff of Duanxiu, otherwise it might be really difficult to deal with him.

Neng Fan went to the bamboo hut to catch up on some sleep in the afternoon, then had to get up and go out to work. Although the sect was in chaos, the disciples of Lingcaoxuan had been instructed by their master to take care of the immortal herbs and flowers growing all over the mountain. So, in addition to assisting with other matters within the sect, they had to tend to those flowers and plants three times a day.

Having helped others in the morning, Neng Fan felt happy in the afternoon. Although he was angry that Guan Shanyu didn't have to do any work and just stayed in the bamboo house to relax, after all, Guan Shanyu had escaped from a water prison. Staying in the bamboo house was just house arrest and recuperation. If he went out again, he didn't know how other disciples would bully him, so he didn't care anymore.

Who knew that when he woke up in the afternoon, a disciple came to inform him if he and Guan Shanyu were having an affair???

The door of the bamboo house was kicked open. The fat on Neng Fan's face was shaking with anger. As soon as he entered the door, he wanted to question Guan Shanyu's ingratitude, but when he opened his mouth, a fragrant sesame cake filled his mouth.

Nengfan was stunned and the crumbs in his mouth almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly caught them with his hands.

Guan Shanyu took the opportunity to put his arm around his shoulder. Seeing that Nengfan's mouth was greasy from eating, he carefully wiped the corners of his mouth for him and said with a playful smile, "Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you. I just have a favor to ask you. Can you go and call Brother Song Ziye?"

Neng Fan chewed a biscuit, his eyes fixed on Guan Shanyu, who was holding another one in his hand and shaking it. The fragrance in the room made him forget about the account he had to settle. He asked in confusion, "Why are you looking for Brother Song?"

Guan Shanyu put away his smile and said seriously, "I remembered some clues from that night in the Sutra Library and I need to tell him. But I can't get out, so I have to ask you to go there. These two fragrant sesame cakes are all yours."

When he heard that it was a serious matter, Nengfan's eyes lit up. He snatched the cake and ate it while shouting, "You wait!" As he said that, he hurried out with his slightly round steps.

After watching him run away, Guan Shanyu paced back and forth in the room and began to practice what to say appropriately later. This conversation was a bit like a report. If Qing Yuanzi was later found not to be the murderer, Guan Shanyu would inevitably be resented for this conversation, but if he spoke too tactfully, he was afraid that Song Ziye would not believe it.

He rehearsed it in his mind seven or eight times, and finally heard the sound of the door behind him being gently pushed open. Guan Shanyu turned around abruptly, and before he could say the word "senior brother", he swallowed it back.

There stood a tall and handsome young man outside the house.

It's Yan Ruchen.

Feast Like Dust????

Where is Song Ziye???

Guan Shanyu looked behind Yan Ruchen, but didn't see anyone else. Neng Fan didn't follow him either, so he looked at Yan Ruchen in confusion. Yan Ruchen noticed the disappointment in his eyes, hid the suspicion on his face, and explained, "Senior Brother Song is busy, so he asked me to come over first. I heard that Shanyu has any clues to the case to provide?"

Guan Shanyu quickly put on a serious look, coughed dryly, and changed the subject: "Oh, no, no, I just have some questions that I want to ask Senior Brother Song. Maybe he can help me recall something that will be helpful in investigating the case."

Yan Ruchen smiled slightly and said, "Then you can ask me. I will tell you everything I know."

Guan Shanyu pointed to the stool next to him and invited Yan Ruchen to sit down, but he was feeling a surge of anxiety. This visitor was different from what he had expected, and he was at a loss for words. However, he changed his mind and decided that since it was Yan Ruchen, he should also remind him to be careful about Qing Yuanzi. However, he would need to change his wording to avoid alerting the enemy.

After Yan Ruchen sat down, Guan Shanyu spoke seriously, "While I was recuperating in the Bamboo Shed, I always wanted to do something for the sect. However, my influence was insignificant, and I didn't know much about sect affairs. Recently, while recuperating, I had some vague ideas in my mind that I wanted to discuss with you, but I was afraid that I might be wrong and mislead you. So, I wanted to find out from you first. The Elders' Council has been investigating the case for seven days now. Have they made any new discoveries?"

Yan Ruchen did not answer directly, but looked at Guan Shanyu for a moment.

Although Guan Shanyu's eyes were sincere and his attitude was honest, it was a bit strange that he would first inquire about other people's information before discussing matters with them. As for the clues he said he had, who knew if he really had any. However, if there was anything substantial that could help them investigate the case, Yan Ruchen would naturally be willing to know, if he just needed him to throw out some ideas.

Then he picked up some unimportant things to say.

After thinking about it, Yan Ruchen replied in a gentle voice: "There is progress."