The placid calm of Suishui City always made it easy for people to forget things that had happened.
Li Si had been leaning against the table edge for a long time. Wu Wen had also been watching Li Si for a long time. Finally unable to restrain himself, he asked: “Catcher, I still don’t understand. Since Lou Tianfan already admitted he killed the person and he also committed suicide, why do you still need to bring the arrow back and have Lao Sitou reexamine it?”
Li Si tilted his head and smiled: “I don’t know either. It’s intuition or something else—I always feel that Lou Ao’s death isn’t as simple as what we saw.”
Wu Wen clearly didn’t understand at all what Li Si was saying. Shaking his head: “Not as simple as what we saw? What, could there be ghosts involved?”
“You’re right—there are ghosts!” A cold, heavy voice suddenly sounded behind Wu Wen. Wu Wen was startled. Turning around to look, it was Lao Sitou. Wu Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead, complaining: “Lao Sitou, why do you appear like a ghost without a trace every time?”
“Perhaps the Lao Sitou you see is a ghost.” Li Si smiled on the side, his gaze staring at Lao Sitou’s eyes.
Lao Sitou said lightly: “Even if I’m a ghost, I won’t harm people. But some ghosts might go harm people.”
Li Si asked with a burning gaze: “How is it? Any discoveries?”
Lao Sitou slowly extracted from his wide sleeves the sharp arrow that killed Lou Ao, which Li Si had brought back. He carefully pulled out a fine thread from it: “I discovered this.”
“Oh, what is this?” Li Si took the white fine thread Lao Sitou handed him and examined it carefully several times but couldn’t make sense of it, so he asked.
Lao Sitou looked at the fine thread: “This isn’t ordinary thread—it’s white silkworm silk from Kunlun Mountain, which is what the martial arts world reveres as a treasure—Heavenly Silkworm Thread!”
“Heavenly Silkworm Thread?” Wu Wen listened in bewilderment: “How could there be Heavenly Silkworm Thread on the arrow?”
“What if it’s not on the arrow!” Li Si’s gaze became increasingly bright, continuing: “If the Heavenly Silkworm Thread was on Lou Ao’s body, then this matter becomes interesting.”
“Oh, what do you mean?” Wu Wen understood even less. Rubbing his forehead in thought, he suddenly called out: “It’s a Heavenly Silkworm Garment made from Heavenly Silkworm Thread! Could Lou Ao have been wearing a Heavenly Silkworm Garment when he died?”
Lao Sitou nodded: “Should be correct. It seems Lou Ao already knew his life was in danger and had prepared this measure beforehand. But he didn’t expect this measure still couldn’t save his life.”
“But, but that’s not right either. The Heavenly Silkworm Garment is impervious to blades and arrows—so how did the arrow that killed Lou Ao pierce through the Heavenly Silkworm Garment to kill Lou Ao?” Wu Wen shook his head.
Li Si suddenly spoke: “If the sharp arrow couldn’t do it, then something else must have pierced through the Heavenly Silkworm Garment before the sharp arrow.” Li Si paused slightly: “This also indicates that Lou Ao might not have died at Lou Tianfan’s hands, but rather at the hands of this mysterious person who pierced through the Heavenly Silkworm Garment.”
Lao Sitou said lightly: “It seems I need to meet with Lou Ao.”