Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Although Su Xiao held an important position in the city, she was not an arrogant person and could listen to advice from others. She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before saying:

"I cannot judge her as a good person based on such a story."

"It's not impossible that she just happened to find my lost purse, but it's too much of a coincidence."

"What's more, she even knew my surname right away."

"If she still has designs on me after checking my identity, then her plans must be very ambitious, and I have to be careful."

With so many "abnormalities" before him, Su Xiao could neither ignore them nor dismiss them as mere coincidences from a storybook.

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Zhu Wuyao is currently in prison.

She rewrote the note and carefully folded it.

The mocking voice of the spirit pen echoed in my consciousness:

In the end, it still comes down to me!

"What a waste of time and effort!"

If it weren't for curiosity and giving myself too much positive reinforcement, this might have actually happened.

Now, her act of feigning mystery in front of Su Xiao has become evidence of her deception, and Zhu Wuyao is unable to reveal her identity.

If you want to be smoothly introduced to Li, the city management officer, you have to prove that you didn't steal her money.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around.

Zhu Wuyao took out his magic brush, and just as he was about to put pen to paper, he suddenly asked:

"Following the creation of the first move and the subsequent transformation, the next Dharma seal has not yet been fully created. Does it have a name?"

Zhu Wuyao could vaguely sense that if she continued down this path, the next Dharma seal would probably be what she did when she saved the bookseller.

Combine the two seals together.

They can take on the burdens of others.

"It has a name, but you can change it as you like."

"What's the name?"

"Catch the moon in the water."

"Searching for the moon in the water?"

"Yes, because the people you went to so much trouble to save have no impact on the long river of time."

"You're just scooping up empty moons from a river that's destined to burst its banks."

"So I think you don't need to be too restrained, and you don't need to be afraid of bringing too many variables that might cause the river to burst its banks prematurely."

"It's only a matter of time; everyone will die eventually."

Lingbi appeared extremely optimistic.

"Searching for the moon in the water..."

Zhu Wuyao murmured repeatedly.

To this day, she still cannot see how this so-called millennium calamity will fill in human lives and remove the superfluous.

Perhaps the disaster that will happen in Changxiao Town is a microcosm of the future.

The brushstrokes leave no trace.

No matter how you investigate, it's just an ordinary piece of paper, yet like that wooden plaque, it has the power to influence cause and effect, subtly affecting people without their knowledge.

Zhu Wuyao put the folded paper strip into the cloth bag and waited for the dawn to arrive.

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Su Xiao got up very early.

They rushed to interrogate that fortune teller, Miss Wu.

This matter was quite suspicious, and coupled with Su Xiao's many doubts, he personally went to the prison cell to meet the suspect.

A night in jail.

"If Miss Wu continues to conceal this, she may face more than just one night in jail. Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Losing money is a small matter.

Even if this Miss Wu really did steal the money, as long as she pays the compensation, she won't be locked up for more than a few days.

What Su Xiao really wanted to know was what kind of scheme was behind it all.

Whether it was the "promise to come to her door for a penny in the future" or knowing her identity beforehand and deliberately getting close, Su Xiao couldn't help but overthink things after discovering that the thief was this fortune teller.

That's why she was in a hurry to find out the whole story before making any compensation.

The young lady Wu in front of us, though sitting on the grass, was not at all disheveled; on the contrary, she seemed quite composed.

Su Xiao always felt that this person shouldn't be in prison.

Zhu Wuyao countered, "Manager Su, if I really didn't steal the money and just happened to find it, how can I prove it?"

This really stumped Su Xiao.

If this really happens...

"Then you must first explain why you know my surname; where you were rushing to before you bumped into me, were you perhaps there specifically to bump into me; you are clearly blind, how do you know what words I wrote; since you make a living by fortune telling, why do you only charge one penny?"

"You've done something that would be suspicious of melons and melons, are you going to blame me for suspecting you?"

Su Xiao's tone was solemn.

Regardless of one's true thoughts, one must always project authority during interrogation.

"Yes, why are you only charging one coin?"

Lingbi also asked the question.

"These questions all have explanations, but you won't believe them."

Zhu Wuyao took out a note he had prepared beforehand, handed it over, and said:

"You've already torn up a piece of paper. This is a good luck charm I wrote. Take it."

"I can't produce any evidence, but it's fine for me to stay here."

Logically speaking, she shouldn't have accepted the items from the suspect privately.

But seeing this yellow talisman folded into the shape of a flying bird, I suddenly thought of a scene from a storybook—it is said that for things that are difficult to say aloud, one would create a good opportunity to meet in private, and then secretly deliver the key evidence without being noticed by others.

Miss Wu doesn't seem to have that intention...

But what if there's a message on this note?

Thinking about these things for no apparent reason, she reached out and took the origami that was handed to her.

After some back and forth, the interrogation yielded no results.

Su Xiao was somewhat annoyed by her uncooperative attitude. Her refusal to defend herself or admit guilt clearly indicated a "hopeless, admit defeat, and let it be" mentality.

After being released from prison.

She was still somewhat angry.

Remembering the origami in the shape of a flying bird, Su Xiao quickly unwrapped it, only to find that it was actually a talisman drawn haphazardly!

Amidst all the scribbles, a single character was written—surprisingly, it was the word "faith"!

Just as I was about to tear it up and throw it away, I remembered what Xiao Langjun had advised me to say last night—what if it was out of kindness?

She calmed her breathing, and thinking of Miss Wu's uncooperative attitude, gritted her teeth and said:

"Let's go eat roast pigeon for lunch!"

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Inside the cell.

Zhu Wuyao said:

She accepted the origami.

"Five days later, on the day that Li Chengguan returns, Su Xiao, feeling guilty, will ask me to leave the prison and introduce me to Li Chengguan."

She described what was about to happen.

The magic pen replied, "You've earned another penny!"

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At noon, as expected, Su Xiao went to eat roast pigeon.

Although Zhu Wuyao folded a thousand paper cranes.

At this moment, Su Xiao had calmed down. The reason he still came to eat roast pigeon was because he didn't know what to eat anyway, so he might as well have a roast pigeon meal!

The food hasn't arrived yet.

She overheard the guests at the next table discussing what had happened the day before—

"Hey, isn't that little girl unlucky? She actually stole money from Manager Su!"

"Although Steward Su is not arrogant, he is still an official. It's just that she was new here and didn't know him. I was there at the time and said, 'Hey! This little girl is really unlucky. She actually stole from Lord Su!'"

Su Xiao was about to drink his tea when he heard this and paused in surprise.

Yup!

Everyone around knew her. When she called out to her and asked someone to grab her, there were quite a few onlookers.

He might have called out his surname, which was overheard by the blind but deaf Miss Wu!