Chapter 5. broken porcelain
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Only fifteen minutes.
Very brief.
Chen Ji wasted no more words; he swiftly surveyed the study, his gaze lingering on the scattered scrolls and Xuan paper. He quickly flipped through the books on the bookshelf.
"All the Xuan paper is blank, and the books are commonplace, with nothing concealed inside," Jiao Tu pointed out.
Chen Ji turned and walked out into the courtyard.
It was a two-section quadrangle; he observed every detail of the courtyard, trying to find any hint or trace. Chen Ji knew he had no certainty of finding clues; his bold assertion was only because he faced a group of ruthless murderers—had he not said so, he might have been killed on the spot.
As time ticked by, Yun Yang grew impatient, "Too slow, too slow. We need to add a game. See the plane tree in this courtyard? For every leaf that falls while you search, I will stick a needle into you."
No sooner had he spoken than a leaf detached from a branch.
Yun Yang caught the withered yellow leaf midair and sighed, "You're really out of luck."
Saying so, he approached Chen Ji and plunged a needle into the young man's palm.