On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

Lin Feng rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned, his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to spit out all the fatigue of the whole night with this yawn.

Then, he reluctantly sat up, his voice hoarse from waking up, and mumbled, "What happened?"

"Lin Feng, guess who I saw in Baizhen Mountain?" Vincent's expression was filled with mystery and excitement.

"How should I know? I didn't go there. What's going on? It looks like there's a lot of commotion on White Needle Mountain!"

Lin Feng scratched his head, his face full of confusion. As he spoke, he picked up the clothes beside the pillow and casually draped them over his body.

"Isn't it? By the time I arrived at White Needle Mountain, the foot of the mountain had already been blocked by soldiers. The common people were running around anxiously at the foot of the mountain, constantly looking around, but they couldn't find a way to get up the mountain. In the end, not a single one of them made it up."

Lin Feng regained some of his spirits at this time, sat up straight, and asked curiously, "Didn't you say before that your father also sent people there?"

"Oh, forget it. They didn't even get on. They were even beaten up by the soldier who blocked their way."

This time it was Lin Feng's turn to be surprised. He widened his eyes and said in astonishment, "Who dares to be so arrogant? In this small piece of land in Datong Prefecture, how dare you attack the people in the government office?"

Vincent shrugged, his movements looking somewhat comical, and said with a somewhat helpless tone, "Apart from that General Hong, who else could it be?"

Thinking of General Hong's usual arrogance, Lin Feng nodded and said thoughtfully, "I just don't know why this general would wade into this mess. A few lives are not something a big shot like him should worry about."

Vincent narrowed his eyes and said, "Could it be that he came here for the Monba tribe's treasure? Otherwise, he wouldn't have left so early!"

Lin Feng sighed deeply and said meaningfully, "Based on the scene when we first met him, it's not difficult to see that he is no stranger to me. But how could I, a mere poor scholar, possibly catch the eye of such a great figure?"

Vincent was stunned when he heard this: "What do you mean? Don't belittle yourself."

"This isn't self-deprecation; it's self-awareness. If my guess is correct, someone who knows me or is familiar with me must have mentioned me in their correspondence with him.

Otherwise, how could a humble scholar like me be remembered by such a great figure? "

Lin Feng looked serious, his tone full of determination.

Before Lin Feng could finish his words, Vincent's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly found a ray of light in the darkness. He said excitedly, "What you said makes sense. I'll go to the post station now to see who sent him the letter!"

However, before he could stand up, Lin Feng smiled and grabbed his hand, saying, "You haven't told me the current situation on Baizhen Mountain yet!"

"It's been blocked until now. Seeing no chance to go up the mountain, the common people have all returned empty-handed. As for Hong Dazhi, he hasn't come down the mountain yet!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for Lin Feng's reply and rushed out of the room at a rapid pace. His figure disappeared outside the door in an instant like a gust of wind.

"Vincent, why don't you stay and have dinner with us?"

Hu Mingyue's clear and pleasant voice came from afar, like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp and pleasant.

Then, Vincent's voice came from afar: "No, let's eat when we have a chance. I have something urgent to do now."

After a simple dinner, dusk had already quietly enveloped the earth. Lin Feng and Hu Mingyue slowly returned to their rooms to rest.

The night, like a huge piece of black silk, slowly unfolds.

Until the bright moon was high in the sky, the silvery moonlight poured down like water, sprinkling on the earth, covering everything in the world with a layer of dreamy gauze. Hu Mingyue gently knocked on Lin Feng's door: "Brother, it's almost time. We have to move on."

Before she finished her words, she heard a slight noise in the room and Lin Feng walked out quickly.

Under the moonlight, the two figures appeared particularly slender. They walked hand in hand and soon disappeared into the vast night, leaving only the quiet courtyard standing silently under the moonlight.

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Just like before, when Vincent knocked on Lin Feng's door, the morning sun had just begun to shine, casting a golden glow on everything in the world.

Lin Feng, with a pair of heavy dark circles under his eyes, came into view again.

Vincent was surprised at first, then smiled wryly and asked, "No way, you rested for so long yesterday, how come your dark circles haven't gone away at all?"

Lin Feng sighed helplessly, his tone seemed to contain countless worries, and said: "Maybe I slept too much during the day yesterday and couldn't sleep at night."

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his eyes lit up slightly: "How are you doing with the things we talked about yesterday?"

"Hong Dazhi was called here by Tian Xiaowei with a letter the day before yesterday." Vincent said seriously.

Before he could finish his words, Lin Feng asked curiously, "That's not right. Wasn't Tian Xiaowei already dead by then?"

"Maybe he had given the letter to Huang Xu before. When Huang Xu sent the letter, he didn't know Tian Xiaowei was dead."

Lin Feng nodded, but before he could speak, he saw Vincent blinking with a strange smile and said, "Actually, Tian Xiaowei also wrote a letter at that time. Do you know who he sent the letter to?"

Of course Lin Feng knew. After all, when he accepted the secret mission, he already knew clearly who his enemies were.

However, facing Vincent's look of wanting to act big, he chose to play dumb and said with a bewildered look, "How should I know?"

"That man turned out to be Erhu, the one we captured earlier! It seems there must be some kind of inexplicable connection between the four of them."

As Vincent spoke, he frowned slightly, as if trying to think about the connection.

"No way? Even though Erhu doesn't look young, I've met him before. He doesn't give me the impression of being that old. Logically, someone his age shouldn't be friends with the other three."

As Lin Feng spoke, he recalled the scene when he came into contact with Erhu, his face full of confusion.

Vincent was stunned and asked, "Really?"

Lin Feng nodded heavily, his expression very serious, and said, "Don't forget that he pinched my neck for a long time that day, but his palm was very smooth. He didn't look like an old man at all. He gave me the feeling that he was our peer."

For some reason, although Vincent also felt that Lin Feng's words were a bit far-fetched, he couldn't think of any rebuttal for a long time.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room were different.

They were like a pot of boiling water, tapping away at their keyboards furiously, as if they were about to shatter them. They wanted to transform the barrage of comments they had just sent out into bullets, pelting the screen with them.

"This kid has such a dirty mind. He even had the heart to deceive a good friend like Vincent."

"Yes, even though Vincent is set to be Lin Feng's mortal enemy, he has behaved very well recently. He has never made any mistakes when it comes to major issues."

"Alas, how can this be blamed on Lin Feng? You must not forget that he still has three people to kill. It's not that easy to kill them all smoothly. Maybe he is planning something right now. I just don't know what his ultimate goal is."

Just as the audience in the live broadcast room were talking about it, Lin Feng and Vincent slowly walked out of the house.

In the early morning, a breeze blows gently on the streets, bringing a hint of coolness.

Vincent seemed to suddenly remember something and asked curiously, "By the way, why haven't I seen Miss Mingyue in the mornings these past two days?"

Lin Feng was stunned at first, a barely perceptible panic flashing across his face, but he quickly recovered and said with a smile, "She seems to have been infected by me. She hasn't slept well these past two days, so she's been a bit lazy in the mornings."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately changed the subject, looked towards the street, and said, "By the way. Why is the street so quiet today?"

"The world is bustling with people, all for profit. The world is bustling with people, all for profit. Why else? It's all for the treasure of the mirage."

Vincent shook his head as he spoke, a helpless smile on his face. "Before dawn, I heard the sound of soldiers entering the city. I guess it was Hong Dazhi leading his men back."

Seeing Lin Feng walking towards the market, Vincent couldn't help but be stunned and asked quickly, "Where are you going? Didn't you say you had dinner?"

"I'm going to find someone to rent a house." Lin Feng said without stopping and without turning his head.

Without waiting for Vincent to question him, he smiled wryly and continued, "I think I've found the reason why I can't sleep well. With a beauty like Miss Mingyue living next door, I'm afraid anyone would have wild thoughts."

Vincent immediately laughed, his laughter echoing through the streets. He smiled and said, "That's right. I've always felt that it was inappropriate for you to bring her into your home. Why don't I go talk to Miss Mingyue and ask her to live with me. If she's worried about the bad influence, I can move to the government office and live with my father."

"How can that be? It will put pressure on others."

Lin Feng said as he waved his hand.

Soon, his smile became a little strange: "Master, can you lend me some money? I will definitely pay you back with interest in a while."