"What? Shopkeeper Liao also has nine scars on his body?"
"That's right. Shopkeeper Liao has nine similar wounds like Senior Sister Li Qing and Brother Guan. They deliberately avoided vital wounds. In my opinion, most of them were repaired by the murderer after the murder. It was intentional."
"Oh? With that said, could it be that the murderer wanted to tell us something through the corpse?"
"It's very possible that when Senior Sister was found, her body and that of Junior Brother Guan were exactly in the shape of a 'human'?"
"That being said, Senior Sister Li and Junior Brother Guan have never had anything to do with shopkeeper Liao. How could the murderer link them together?"
"..."
The people inside the room were discussing in full swing, and the people outside the room listened with gusto.
Ah, I haven't felt this way for a long time! Tension, excitement, suspense... Guess who is the murderer behind the scenes with the characters, and compare to see whose reasoning is the most correct... Alas, my criminal investigation file, my Xu Fei, my Wu Qiaojun!
At this moment, Gu Qingqiao was secretly hiding under the window, holding his breath while listening.
—Just now he knelt down and kowtowed, trying to persuade Lu Zizheng to send her back to the inn. Unexpectedly, when passing by, he heard the elites of the Xiling faction discussing important matters in the kitchen.
"... That's the same thing. Could it be that the murderer's thoughts are beyond anyone's grasp? If he sees anyone who doesn't like him, he will cut off his head?"
"sigh
! How did you speak? Senior Sister Li and Junior Brother Guan are both dignified and dignified, they are dragons and phoenixes among people, how can Liao Ren be comparable to the good guys on the road? "
"Wait!" Bao Quancai's panting voice suddenly interjected, "What did you just say? What's Shopkeeper Liao's full name?"
"Liao, Liao Ren..."
"—That's true!" Bao Quancai's voice became heavier after hearing a long sigh, "Li Qing, Guan Mu, Liao Ren, now I finally know how the murderer chooses his victims!"
"Ah~~~~" There was a moment of silence in the room, and a senior sister suddenly screamed, "'Aoki Human-shaped Sword'! It's 'Aoki Human-shaped Sword'! Isn't the name of the dead just according to it?"
Qing Qiao was startled, and couldn't help covering her mouth tightly.
— Author, I despise you! How could such an uncreative idea explain the bizarre deaths of those people? !
—Alas, poor deceased, rest in peace! The next time you reincarnate in reincarnation, remember to find a real mother and choose a good name!
—Well, whether it’s Gan Xiaoqiao, Gu Qingqiao, Du Chunjiao, it seems that none of my names have the same sound as "shape" and "sword", so I can finally feel at ease...
Just thinking about it, a pot suddenly exploded in the room.
"Senior Brother Bao, although your words are reasonable, how can you explain the wounds on the three of them? This has nothing to do with the Qingmu Humanoid Sword!"
"—That's right! If the murderer just wanted the Aoki human-shaped sword, why bother so much? Just send a challenge letter and it's over..."
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
"Okay." A deep and slightly hoarse voice sounded, "You all go down, I want to be alone."
Qing Qiao's body trembled, and there was no sound in the room.
Immediately there was the sound of the kitchen door opening and closing, and all the brothers and sisters walked out one after another.
Although his surname is Ruan, his temper is really tough, playing is dignified...
Qing Qiao heard the last sound of footsteps leaving, and counted three hundred times in her heart, guessing that everyone had left, so she tiptoed and bent her body, intending to slip away
.
However, when she looked up, she suddenly found a familiar blue figure standing on the window beside her.
Indifferent black eyes, inscrutable expression.
So she squatted down again, silently picked up a potato beside her, and said to it intimately and pleasantly:
"—Oh, Xiao Wang, long time no see, why are you gaining weight again?"
"Because it's pregnant."
Suddenly, a fleshy face appeared from behind Ruan Siqiong. It was none other than Bao Quancai who "twirled like a mop".
Pfft~~~~Qing Qiao held back her saliva and did not spit out, and immediately raised her head to greet her, Qiao Xiaoqian was slightly surprised: "Oh, Senior Brother Bao, Senior Uncle Ruan, why are you here too?"
"Come on!" Bao Quancai gave her a hard look, "I already knew you were eavesdropping outside, so hurry up and come in!"
After finishing speaking, she glanced at the potato in her hand again, with disgust on her face: "You're still a 'Xiao Wang'! Let me ask you, when did the cabbage seedling become friends with the potato?!"
Qing Qiao was ashamed and annoyed, but had nothing to say, so she put down "Xiao Wang" angrily, stepped into the kitchen with her handkerchief twisted.
"Have you heard everything?"
Ruan Siqiong quietly leaned on the back of the chair, sipped his tea, and looked at her with deep peace in his black eyes, neither sad nor happy.
"Only, only hear what should be heard." Qing Qiao lowered her head, trying to make the last struggle.
"Oh? Then what should you hear? What should you not hear?"
Ruan Siqiong raised his eyebrows, and slowly breathed into the teacup, the corners of his mouth curled up quietly amidst the clouds and mist.
"You should listen to what the uncle says, and you should listen to everything!"
Qing Qiao clenched her fists and tensed her body.
"Interesting." Ruan Siqiong smiled and shook his head, "You've heard it all, and you've remembered it in your mind. Is there a way to eliminate those things you shouldn't hear?"
"Report to Uncle
! Everything is possible! Master Manman said..." Qing Qiao raised a hand towards the sky, and spit out six words with a serious face, "Attitude is everything! "
With a sound of biu~~~, she was smashed again, bang!
Looking back, it was Bao Quancai who threw half a white radish at her.
"—Tell you to fool, fool again!"
Although Bao Quancai didn't speak at this moment, his fiery red eyes had already revealed his emotions well.
So Qing Qiao rubbed her head and turned her head, twitching the corners of her mouth in embarrassment: "...disciple knows his mistake."
"Zhouming, you go down."
Unexpectedly, Ruan Siqiong just waved his hand lightly: "I have something to say to Xiao Qiao alone."
Bao Quancai couldn't believe his ears, and took another look at Ruan Siqiong to make sure that he was really awake and not tired, so he walked out with a complicated mood.
"—I'll pickle it when I get back, you!" Before leaving the room, he was so angry that he couldn't help gesticulating and threatening Qing Qiao.
Qing Qiao shivered in fright.
Just as he was about to run, his hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.
"—What a sour tone." Ruan Siqiong half-closed his eyes, looking lazily at Bao Quancai's back as he went away, with a half-smile.
"Uncle Master..." Qing Qiao blushed, and just about to speak, suddenly a stronger force pulled her forward.
"Oh!" She fell into Ruan Siqiong's arms all of a sudden.
A mature masculine breath blows towards the face, warm and charming. ()
"Last night... you were shocked." Ruan Siqiong held her tightly in his arms and patted her with his big hands, as if intending to comfort her.
"I, I, I, I just stick to my post..." Qing Qiao blushed and began to struggle, "This disciple just did what every Xiling person should do..."
"Do not talk
. "
Ruan Siqiong ignored her struggle, and tightened her arms more and more, with more and more force, which made her almost breathless.
"... just let me lean on it like this, okay?"
He asked in a low voice, the words seemed to have magic power, so Qing Qiao stopped moving and gradually became quiet.
The hand holding her slid down weakly, and Ruan Siqiong pressed his whole head to Qing Qiao's chest.
"Alas..." He sighed a long time, with inexplicable emotions, which made Qing Qiao's heart tangle up.
"Master, uncle?" Qing Qiao called him subconsciously.
"—call me fair, you can call me that when there is no one else." Ruan Siqiong put his hands around her waist.
"Fair?" Although Qing Qiao felt that this name was even more unbelievable than Bao Quancai, but looking at Ruan Siqiong who looked exhausted, her heart was soft and she could only obey obediently.
"Huh?" Low, with a pleasant voice.
"Fair, fair?" Not sure, he shouted again timidly.
"Huh?" The rising tone became more and more gentle.
"You, are you okay?" Qing Qiao couldn't help poking his forehead, "...why are you so tired? Could it be that brothers and sisters can't help you?"
"—I thought you were going to ask about the Aoki humanoid sword."
The blue hair under his hands trembled slightly, and the owner of the hair couldn't help laughing.
"Silly girl, congratulations." Ruan Siqiong took her hand away, and gently pressed it against his cheek, "Even if you don't do it, the whereabouts of that baby will soon be revealed."
"...how do you say that?" Qing Qiao was shocked by the glint in his eyes, and didn't dare to move a step.
"It's very simple." Ruan Siqiong began to rub her palm lightly with the tip of his nose, once and again, ambiguously, "... this matter is so big, sooner or later the master of Xiling will receive the news, end his retreat and go down the mountain again—and He happens to be the only person in this world who knows the whereabouts of the Aoki humanoid sword
. "
Qing Qiao was taken aback, feeling mixed feelings in her heart.
"... I think, he probably didn't expect such a day to come in his lifetime."
Ruan Siqiong smiled, opened his arms suddenly, and took her back into his arms, "Xiaobaicai, I haven't closed my eyes for two nights, can you let me lean on for a while?"
Whispering with a sigh, as if acting like a baby.
"... Hmm." Qing Qiao nodded blankly.
It's strange, Ruan Siqiong's familiar yet vague aura always makes her want to get closer.
"Sleep well..."
So she patted Ruan Siqiong on the back lovingly.
For Brother Sun, who has not appeared in this article for a long time, this is still a wonderful morning.
A beautiful girl and a handsome man cuddle and comfort each other.
Ah, after a long time, he finally saw the rare romantic scene again.
However, behind the girl, the man locked his eyes firmly on a brass birdcage outside the window, his eyes long and gloomy.
Standing quietly in the cage are two gorgeous parrots, one white and one green.
When the wind blew, petals floated down from the parrot's body, carrying the fragrance of roses, and landed silently.
———————— KGB ace Manadona’s dividing line——————
"... The hearts of the people are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead!"
On the wonderful morning after the wake, Gu Qingqiao looked at the shining porcelain bowl in front of him and sighed.
Disheartened, heartbroken.
—Hungry for a whole night and half a day, and now I can only eat two pieces of boiled potatoes with salt, God! But tell me, what is the purpose of trying to torture people like this
!
After all, it was all due to the mysterious killer Lao Shizi, who killed three people in a row at the Yuelai Inn. The travelers were panic-stricken, and no one would stay any more. The clerks in the inn were walking and scattered, and the chef ransacked the warehouse before leaving, and packed away the remaining 50 catties of pork! Fifty catties, what concept? A whole half a pig! Can you imagine a middle-aged strong man running wildly on a country road with half a pig on his shoulders, and watching the funny scenes behind him from time to time
"—Man comes and goes, but pork is forever."
After Ruan Siqiong heard the news, he let out a long sigh, his tone infinitely emotional.
The rest looked at each other in blank dismay. If they didn't find a new place to stay, the elites of the Xiling faction might have to live on cabbage and sweet potatoes.
"Why are you sighing?" Someone leaned over and knocked on her chestnuts. It was Bao Quancai, "Could it be that the food I cook is not delicious?"
Qing Qiao took another look at the white potatoes in the bowl, and couldn't help but wailed: "Xiao Wang, you died so badly~ Miserably~!"
Bao Quancai smiled happily: "It's not miserable, it's not miserable! There's another one in the bowl, it's the father-in-law, and it happens to be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."
"He hasn't had a baby yet!" Qing Qiao stood up abruptly, making a gesture to kick him, "If you abuse a pregnant woman, you will go to jail!"
"Come on!" Bao Quancai blocked her embroidered legs and rolled his eyes back, "There's still a bowl of tomato soup here, do you want to drink it?"
Qing Qiao poked her head and saw the bright red in the soup, and couldn't help shivering - she thought of the head floating around last night.
No matter how many csi movies you have watched, the reality is always more shocking.
"I want to eat porridge! It doesn't matter if the meat is gone, why is there no rice and noodles?"
She sat down dejectedly, and kicked the table to vent her anger.
"The rice and noodles were taken out by Nangong Wuhen in exchange for flower petals."
Bao Quancai's face was full of helplessness: "This young lady spends a lot of money traveling all the way, and she can't make ends meet. Now even the props of 'Tiannu Sanhua' have to be exchanged with food for the flower farmers."
Qing Qiao covered her head with her hands and was about to faint: "You guys! Is there anyone in their right mind? Why didn't you stop her
! "
Bao Quancai shut his mouth, disapprovingly: "Why stop it? Anyway, there will be..."
Before the words were finished, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the inn, and in the vast golden light, someone holding a white fan came flying like stars arching the moon.
"Xiao Li, has the price of rice risen again?"
The man smiled as he walked, his steps were brisk, and his eyebrows seemed to fly from his face.
"The savior is here." Bao Quancai winked at Qing Qiao.
His nipples were originally small, but now there are only two short horizontal lines, which are still bold.
"Mashimaro!" Qing Qiao couldn't help exclaiming in her heart, at this moment, Senior Brother Bao looks like a Korean friend who was once popular all over the country—a rogue rabbit!
"Mr. Ma." Ruan Siqiong suddenly appeared from an unknown corner, and cupped his hands at the person who came, "You are really elusive."
"Hehe, Hero Ruan has won the prize." The visitor shook the white fan, revealing a big word - "米".
"Where there is injustice, there will be me. This is the ancestral training of our Ma family, and it is also my oath to Brother Ruan." The visitor flipped the white fan over, and slapped out another big black word - "face".
Qing Qiao was dumbfounded.
"... Dare to ask senior brother, who is this immortal?" She turned her head to ask Bao Quancai.
"I've seen that fan and you still don't know?" Bao Quancai laughed mischievously, "Naturally he is the richest man in Hunshuizhuang, the king of rice and noodle sales in Xiling Mountain, and the official of Malacca."
"..." Qing Qiao fell silent.
She suddenly remembered a certain TV series a long time ago, a hero wrote his name flamboyantly on his robe, and he said with great vicissitudes that his name was Ximen Chuuxue.
"...as long as we have this gentleman, we won't have to worry about food and drink." Bao Quancai was triumphant with his nostrils upturned, "What is Xiao Wang? You can drink the blood of the king!"
It turned out to be an event sponsor with deep pockets.
Qing Qiao drooped her shoulders in a slump, thinking about it, she would soon have a chance to eat a big meal, and immediately regained her energy
.
"This person looks quite ordinary, why did he choose such a weird name?" She held her pink cheeks and looked at Malacca from a distance.
Short and thin, standing in front of Ruan Siqiong, who is handsome and upright, is like Pan Changjiang meeting Wu Yanzu.
"I don't want to be called that name." Bao Quancai gave her a gouging look, "The Ma family was a farmer in the early years, and Mrs. Ma was the only one who survived when they were attacked for some reason. Mrs. Ma went to relatives with her pregnancy, and bumped into a fortune teller on the way. Sir, sir said: "Oh, so she is pregnant with Liujia." Unexpectedly, Mrs. Ma was illiterate, thinking that the husband said that the child she was carrying should be called "Liujia", so they called it Malacca... Hey, if you want to laugh, you can Laugh! Don't make that disgusting noise!"
Qing Qiao tightly covered her mouth, feeling that her cheeks were sore, so she had no choice but to purse her lips instead.
"... If Hero Ruan doesn't dislike it, my Denton Pavilion can be used by Xiling's disciples to stay... After all, the inn is not safe..."
From a distance, I heard Malacca courting Ruan Siqiong.
Ruan Siqiong sat on the chair, knocked on the table with his hands, with a calm expression on his face.
"I invited the chef from the Denton Pavilion from the capital... His craftsmanship is top-notch, and he guarantees to cook everyone's meals well..."
With a flattering smile on Malacca's face, his body was bent at ninety degrees.
Ruan Siqiong still didn't answer, and leaned slightly towards the back of the chair, his face calm.
Qing Qiao was afraid that the uncle would do something wrong and would not agree, so he followed him closely.
Malacca is still tirelessly explaining, and even reported the name of the dish that the chef is good at. When she heard the words "braised pork in brown sauce", she couldn't help but licked her lips quietly.
At this moment, Ruan Siqiong's eyes suddenly swept across, shining like a torch, illuminating the gloomy clouds in the room.
He looked at Qing Qiao and suddenly laughed.
"Okay, let's do that."
He answered Malacca with his mouth, but his eyes were firmly locked on Qing Qiao's face, and he never moved away.