Mo Qian sat on the edge of his bed with a brush, scribbling steadily across a sheet of paper. He listed every person involved in the incident and drew a web of arrows between them, mapping the relationships and working through the sequence of events from every angle.When he looked at the page — dense with tiny characters, lines running in every direction — the fear in his chest had not gone away. He was still torn.His thumb and index finger began rubbing together slowly.Then something shifted in his expression. He smoothed the paper flat on the bed in front of him and said quietly, "Do it. Stop being afraid."He had made his decision.If he backed down now and the tree spirit method turned out to be a dead end two weeks later, he would have no room to maneuver. He would regret it for certain. By then, Xu Ruhu would likely have been moved somewhere else entirely, and whatever chance had existed would be gone.Once Mo Qian committed, he began to work in earnest. He laid out a detaile