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At the moment I saw the library, his face emerged in my mind, but I realized that the name that should correspond to his face did not appear. Before I fled in a panic last time, I failed to ask for his name

When was I locked in, and what was the reason for being locked in? Many questions arise in my mind

"Thousand Strings Sound." I originally thought he would not tell me his name, because as such a beautiful young man, he should be aloof and maintain a distance from us mixed-bloods with awkward identities.

"Is there anything else? Can you also identify the murderer in other cases?" I stuffed the bag back into his hands again

I was just about to say something when a melodious piano sound came from outside, signaling the start of our class. Thanks to my excellent hearing, I could hear it very clearly

As I thought this, a glimmer of light emerged from the pitch-black space. As I descended further, the light increased and grew brighter. I knew that before long, I would be able to see the basement at the end of the stairs

But I trust my instincts. I took a pen out of my pocket, retrieved the information on the first case from his hands, and simply lay down on the ground, writing down the name of the murderer he had just mentioned.

I was momentarily taken aback; after a brief period of confusion, I slowly raised my head. The young man sat there without moving, but he had something additional in his hand, which looked familiar to me. Wasn't that the document bag I had been holding close to my chest?

It is currently lunchtime, and the library is particularly quiet. However, even when it is not lunchtime, the library is not noisy. Most of those who come to the library are likely to be individuals who enjoy reading books.

How do you know? I was taken aback, "Do you know about Red Alert?"

"Of course I know about Red Alert," he said, pulling documents from the bag and flipping through them as he spoke to me. "I am trapped here because of the joint efforts of the Red Alert and Blue Alert."

In a moment of distraction, I lost my footing and fell down the last two steps while holding onto my document bag

I have just realized that it has been more than two hours since I entered the basement, and the lunch break has already passed!

Wait! I suddenly came to my senses, quickly got up from the ground, and the pain in my body became completely unimportant. I widened my eyes and looked at the young man in disbelief, my mind momentarily unable to process what was happening.

I will come to find you after class! I held the folder tightly in my arms and turned to run out of the basement. As I stepped onto the stairs, I instinctively glanced back at him.

Ah, I must be going. I stuffed that stack of documents into the folder.

Are you afraid? His hand paused for a moment, looking into my eyes, filled with laughter.

I instinctively shook my head, "You don't seem like a bad person."

The young boy was sitting in a reclining chair reading a book, and he seemed to particularly enjoy it. The last time I came, there were many books piled up beside him.

I do not know why, at that moment, a strange feeling surfaced in my heart

What I said may not necessarily be correct. He still smiled faintly, "The murderer pieced together from this information is simply those people."

The young man turned the page of the paper, calmly read through several pages of information, and said, "The murderer is left-handed"

How I wish I had not heard that bell, so that I could continue to stay here, for I still have many questions I want him to answer, especially regarding the strange murder that occurred on the ship last night, which I have not yet had the chance to ask about

It is truly impressive! Apart from praising his abilities, I cannot find any more adjectives to describe him. Clearly, you are right here, and with just this information, you can deduce who the culprit is. If you were to become a detective, there would certainly be no unsolved cases in the world!

It is already quite impressive, and I feel that what you said is all true! I have studied these cases carefully; although I was unable to identify the murderer, when Qian Xianyin just explained it to me, I had a sudden realization, as if the events were just like that!

"You... you..." I was stunned, "Are you saying that the suspect in the first case is the taxi driver?"

By the way, my name is Hua Zi You, and I haven't asked for your name yet. The reason I came here today is to find out what his name is

Of course, no problem! These cases have all been handled by my father recently. For these cases, he has not had a proper rest for a long time. Since I am very interested in solving mysteries, my father also supports this interest of mine. Therefore, whenever there are complex cases, he does not keep them from me. Some of this information I organized myself, while some are copies that my father brought back.

He nodded gently

I found the door leading to the basement, glanced back to ensure no one was around, and only then did I push the door open and step onto the descending stairs

However, this information is merely superficial; is it sufficient for you to deduce the identity of the murderer? I suddenly recalled that day when I accidentally entered the basement and encountered him for the first time; at that moment, he immediately recognized that I was a newcomer

Under the immense aperture, his silver hair resembled the most beautiful strings of a violin, and in his eyes, the same color as his hair, the light flowed like water, shimmering and undulating

"The murderer is the taxi driver." Just as I lay on the ground, unwilling to move, a youthful and refined voice came from above my right.

Thank you. He gave me a slight nod and asked, "Is it really no problem for me to see this information?"

He heard my footsteps as I descended the stairs, raised his head to look at me, and that beam of light fell into his eyes, resembling the shimmering surface of a lake under the moonlight.

When Qian Xianyin finished reading through the entire stack of materials and named the suspect without missing a single detail, my admiration and reverence for him had already become as boundless as the surging waters of the Yellow River

Many bad people do not appear to be bad; his gaze is very light, yet it gives a deep illusion. Judging a person by their appearance can easily lead to hurt.

He held several sheets of paper in his long, clean hands; those were the case documents I had photocopied

"Were you captured by the Red Alert and Blue Alert?" This indeed surprises me; it must be a very wicked villain for the human and demon police to join forces in apprehending them. However, the young man before me does not appear to be a person of heinous crimes.

I grimaced in pain, the cold, hard tiles causing my arms and knees to throb with a fiery ache

Reading brings tranquility, and this statement is absolutely correct

He nodded slightly, his expression calm: "Yes, the six deceased have no connection, but their manner of death is the same. Each person showed a clear lack of defense at the time of death. Furthermore, based on the other clues provided in your materials, it is evident that the murderer is the taxi driver"

"Is it alright for me to see these?" His smile was faint; if it weren't for being so close, I wouldn't have noticed that slight smile. "These are cases from Red Alert, right?"

Ah! I couldn't help but let out a loud shout, my hands flailing in the air as I tried to grab onto something to steady myself. Unfortunately, there was nothing in front of me, and so I fell with a thud, landing squarely on the black and white tiled floor of the basement

The young man listened to my words and slightly turned his head to look at me

However, he did not do so; he almost immediately, without hesitation, stated his name as soon as I finished speaking.

I raised my head and looked ahead; there were still seven or eight steps left to the bottom, and I could already see that young demon from the demon clan.

I am very curious about who built this basement. It is so deep underground, yet it conceals a prison cell, which is quite unbelievable. Moreover, it seems that the basement is an integral part of the entire library. When was that silver-haired youth imprisoned in the basement

"That's enough." He nodded, put the documents back into the folder, and handed it to me

Your name sounds beautiful. I looked up at his face, and in my mind, this face finally had a corresponding name. And this person seems to be deserving of such a name