"Oh, before I forget," Yang Qing said as he was getting up. With a gaze of deep reluctance, he took out a jade slip from his right sleeve and handed it to Fan Mei.
Responding to Fan Mei's look of 'what is this?' Yang Qing answered, "Anything you find, big or small, just pour it into the slip."
"It can transform into a piece of parchment, if you prefer," Yang Qing added, eyeing the mountains of parchment on Fan Mei's desk and the surrounding shelves. "Just write on it, and your information will be transmitted to a senior who is helping me with the case."
"Which Senior?" Fan Mei asked, though her curiosity was clearly more on the slip than the identity of that 'Senior.' Her eyes showed unveiled excitement when she grabbed the slip for a closer look, and as Yang Qing had pointed out, she had it transform into parchment.
