The Yan Mansion and the family have already returned to the house, and only Yan Zike and Yan Qi are left in the Cui Mansion, the case is handled, it is still early before dawn, and the Cui family arranged a guest house for the uncle and nephew to rest, but this time the big one and the small are more energetic, no one wants to sleep, and the older one is still hungry.

"Gotta eat something. "Big said.

"What do you want to eat?" asked the little one.

"Blue rolls. "Big said.

"I'm afraid there is no kitchen, and I have to make it fresh, or I have to eat something else ready-made. The little one said.

"I just want to eat green rolls. ”

"Don't be willful, in the middle of the night, who will get up to make food. ”

"Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing. ”

"I haven't learned how to do it yet. ”

"Just a few more tries. ”

"Okay. ”

……

Early the next morning, the two uncles and nephews said goodbye and returned home, and the cook in the small kitchen of the guest house complained to Master Cui with tears in his eyes: "...... The pan of the pan of the pancakes was burned...... Most of the bottles were used up...... I also fell into a salt shaker......"

The corners of Master Cui's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he went to Cui Xi's room to teach him: "What's the use of marrying a daughter-in-law who can't cook?"

"Marry and raise it. Cui Xi said lazily.

"What are you doing?!" Young Master Cui twitched the roots of his ears.

"It's a pleasure to raise. Cui Xi said.

- Why are you raising a pet pig?!

……

Back at Yan Mansion, Yan Qi was about to take a bath to catch up on sleep, and Boiling Yu helped her rub her back and smiled quietly: "Girl, yesterday the Ninth Master actually went to Yinghongxuan to look for you." ”

"Oh. And then?" Yan Qi lay on the edge of the bathtub with his eyes closed, enjoying it very much.

"The little maid looked at the ninth master and wanted to come to pick you up and go with her, but then I saw you talking to that Miss Cui, standing next to you and listening to a few words, but she turned around and left, and the little maid didn't dare to stop the ninth master. Boiling rain stuck out his tongue.

Yan Qi fell asleep with a huff.

The murder case that occurred in Cui's mansion was finally deliberately "harmonious" by many parties, and in the end there was no rumor, but Qiao Lezi was very bitter to find that this matter seemed to be endlessly placed in his place - Yan Zike's big neurotic actually asked him to ask Cui Meilin's modus operandi who taught her - it is like this again! Although that technique is a little unbelievable, it can't be someone who suddenly came up with it one day? How can it become someone else's teaching again! So far, there have been three cases that Yan Zike suspects that someone is teaching the modus operandi behind the scenes, and the conspiracy theories must also be realistic! The protagonists of the three cases have no contact with anyone, so it is impossible for the people behind the scenes to happen to know them, right?!

Qiao Lezi went to the prison hard, Cui Meilin is also a relative of the Cui family, Qiao Lezi arranged a separate cell for her, but she can only live until the autumn after all, and the excerpt has been submitted to the Criminal Department, once approved, this young life will only be a few months to live.

"That killing method ......" As soon as Qiao Lezi spoke, Cui Meilin smiled.

"I came up with it all on my own. Cui Meilin said.

"How did you come up with that?" asked Qiao Lezi.

"It's just unintentional," Cui Meilin has completely let go now, with a bit of teasing in her smile, "By the way, do you know anyone who can raise snakes? Not including people who raise snakes to kill and eat!"

"......" Qiao Lezi was speechless, "If I can find someone who keeps snakes, are you willing to tell me the truth about who taught me how to kill people?"

"Okay, it's a deal, you can go and find it, I can only wait until October. Cui Meilin smiled.

Qiao Lezi reluctantly left the prison, and after getting off the office, he changed into his private clothes and went straight to Yanfu - what you Yan Zike asked Lao Tzu to ask, it is naturally up to you Yan Zike to solve it, and leave it to you to find a snake breeder or something!

Led into the door by the Yan Mansion, Qiao Lezi walked slowly and methodically to the outer study of the Yan family for guests, and happened to meet Young Master Yan Jiu coming out of Old Master Yan's study, and saluted him very politely, Qiao Lezi liked the gentle and elegant Young Master Yan Jiu, and gossiped a few words with a smile, and then listened to this little ninth master: "If the adults hand over the matter of raising snakes to the juniors, the juniors are willing to try." ”

"Huh?" Qiao Lezi was very surprised, "The snake is not a cat or a dog, it will kill people if you bite it!"

Young Master Yan Jiu said slowly: "Pet snakes are not poisonous, and they are docile, so don't worry." ”

"This ......" Qiao Lezi didn't dare to agree, if this really hurt this child, Yan Zi couldn't help but tear down his yamen brick by brick and then turn it into a public toilet!

"Why does the virtuous nephew suddenly want to raise snakes?" Qiao Lezi was curious.

Young Master Yan Jiu replied after a long time: "It's used to remind yourself to live well." ”

"...... "What kind of answer is this?!Why are all the Yan family so divine! Qiao Lezi watched this little young master who looked like a little adult say goodbye and leave slowly, and forgot to refuse for a while.

It wasn't until he walked away that he stopped as if he remembered something, turned around and asked him, "Master Qiao, it's actually quite tiring to carry out the punishment, right?"

"Huh?" Qiao Lezi was stunned, why did he suddenly talk about being tortured again?

The Shinto kid didn't seem to want an answer from him, so he turned back and walked slowly.

Later, I heard that Yan Zike really agreed to let Young Master Yan Jiu raise the snakes of Cui Meilin's younger brother, but unfortunately Cui Meilin committed suicide by swallowing poison in the prison after delivering this matter, and she didn't say until she died whether the murder method was her own idea, or whether it was taught to her by a master behind it.

……

The new week is coming, those who should go to work go to work, those who should go to school, and the lives of ordinary people still look very good.

Monday's classes are poetry, calligraphy, chess, painting, and female celebrity in the morning, and fitness, etiquette, electives and club activities in the afternoon.

In Monday's fitness class, the plum blossom class led by Du Lang and the plum blossom class taught by Mr. Ji Xiaohong were always full of hostility, such as letting the girls run around the playground, and both gentlemen also gave death orders to their respective classes: someone must get the first place!

The young ladies even let out a miserable howl: You two love and kill each other, and you will always pull us as cannon fodder! We just want to take a fitness class quietly!

The two gentlemen don't care if you are a daughter or a stone, anyway, no matter what you do, you just can't lose under each other's hands! Fight for me! Die to take the first! Let the surnamed Du (Ji) go home and hide in the bed and cry!

A group of young ladies began to grin and run circles around the playground, not much, just a circle, two classes ran together, and they had to swear to fight for the first, provoking the two male student classes who were in class at the same time to stand there and watch the excitement, including Yuan Chang's guy, who came to the edge of the runway to block Yan Qi, and the old duck lowered his voice and laughed at her: "Yan Xiaopang, how many pounds have you gained after two days?"

Regardless of whether it is long or not, anyway, Yan Qi did not take the first place or the penultimate first in the end, the first place in the positive number was won by Wu Yue, the plum blossom class was spared, and there was no need to do push-ups, and a group of girls were so tired that they couldn't care about celebrating, and watched sympathetically while panting at the poor comrades of Li Huaban, who were tired and half dead, and had to be punished.

"Don't be complacent," Ji Xiaohong said Du Lang, "You have taken shit luck, you have a good foundation, it has only been a few days since the museum opened, let's not be in a hurry, let's see, see you at the competition!"

Wu Yue, who had a good foundation, heard it next to him and made a grimace at Ji Xiaohong.

Du Lang smiled: "Don't talk big, I'll wait." "Turned his head and issued an order to the plum blossom class: From now on, every fitness class must be trained by the devil, and it must be done to trample Ji Xiaohong's weak chicken to death!

The two gentlemen were ruthless, suffering a group of girls who were miserable, Yan Qi went to school for a week and gradually got used to this strange feeling of trance-walking through the two time and space of ancient and modern, sometimes it was really as if she was back in middle school, and even she occasionally suspected that she didn't wear it at all, and she never even grew up, she was always the junior high school girl who wore a ponytail and wore a loose sportswear, and all the subsequent growth and experience after the crossing was just a dream in the first class on a summer afternoon, maybe she could wake up from the dream with a fall now, and the blue sky and white cloud playground outside the windowNext to it is a chubby gay table who is stealing snacks.

Thump.

Yan Qi stumbled.

Unfortunately, this is really not a dream.

"That little fat man, raise your legs a little higher, of course you will trip over if you jump so low!" Du Lang said loudly to Yan Qidao.

Everyone was practicing collective rope skipping, Yan Qi was distracted and failed to jump, was tripped over by the rope, and fell to the ground with a fat chub.

"Oh. She got up in response, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Young Master Yan Jiu touching his forehead with one hand not far away, looking unbearable.

The practice continued, fortunately, Du Lang did not really plan to exhaust a group of female students, Kaien asked everyone to practice for a while and rest for a while, and when they were resting, they sat on the sidelines of the stone teeth to watch the boys of the two classes play the juju game.

The most active on the Keju field is Yuan Chang, who runs fast, has great strength, moves flexibly and accurately with his feet, and is obviously not in the same magnitude as other boys.

Hmm, why do you crush your own class?

There is no way, the classmates can't keep up with his speed and awareness, and they have completely become a dragger.

Half of the class passed, and the score on the field was already 10-0.

"This is not interesting!" The boy from the other class kicked and stopped, "Sir, what are we doing with Yuanchang in their class! No matter how you kick, you will lose, is this useful? It can't achieve the effect of training at all!"

"Yes, yes!" the other boys quickly chimed in.

"What's the matter, you can't help but let people play, and they're also students. The Qingzhu class giggled.

"This is not the same, Yuan Chang is specialized in this, for example, if you get a cavalry from the cavalry battalion to compare horses with us, can this be compared?!" the boy in that class retorted.

"Then what do you say?" The Qingzhu class looked at Yuan Chang first, and saw that Yuan Chang was only smiling crookedly with the ball on his feet, so he asked the boy in the opposite class.

"You have to balance your strength," he said to a boy in the class, "You have one who specializes in juju, then there is another one who has not practiced," he said, pointing to Young Master Yan Jiu, who was calmly basking in the sun on the sidelines, "Just him, let him go!"

Young Master Yan Jiu usually can't walk fast, let alone run, let alone play football while running-the boys in the class must have also observed this, knowing that this kid seems to be very bad at sports, so they deliberately named him.

The people in the Qingzhu class looked at Young Master Yan Jiu with a look of hesitation on their faces: Is this good thing? Don't look back and collapse in the center of the field before you can walk from this side to the other side.

"Okay, just him. Yuan Chang glanced at Young Master Yan Jiu with a smile, and made a decision on the spot.

Young Master Yan Jiu didn't say anything, and slowly paced into the field, and his two junior brothers cheered: "Yan Jiu up!

Run you Uncle Sheep. Young Master Yan Jiu was expressionless, just pretending not to know these two goods, and then walked unhurriedly to his phalanx.

"Here we go. Yuan Chang Old Duck raised his voice, flew up and kicked the ball out, this is a pass, the target is Young Master Yan Jiu, Young Master Yan Jiu saw this powerful incoming ball, unhurriedly and very calmly squatted down, the ball flew above his head, and landed at the feet of the other party.

"Yan Jiu, why don't you catch the ball?!" Yuan Chang said in annoyance.

"I haven't practiced. Young Master Yan Jiu said lightly.

That's how it sounds.

"You-" Yuan Chang was about to make a move, and when he saw Yan Qi in the distance, Yan Qi was looking at this side in the distance, and two dark eyes appeared on Bai Huahua's chubby face, so he swallowed the words behind him, and snorted coldly and turned his head to chase the ball at the other party's feet.

Young Master Yan Jiu moved slowly and methodically behind, and when Yuan Chang intercepted the ball at the opponent's feet from close to the goal and ran back, he hadn't gone through half the court yet.

"Catch the ball!" Yuan Chang shouted, the old duck's throat was torn over the field, and the inflated ball flew straight towards Young Master Yan Jiu, with an arc, this ball was passed extremely tricky, neither high nor low, it was at the height of Young Master Yan Jiu's waist, it was too late to squat down, and he couldn't jump up, he could be hooked by the arc when he dodged to the right, and the person standing on the left side of the other party was hiding on the left, and he hit the opponent's arms as soon as he dodged.

Yuan Chang is calculated, calculated accurately, kicked more accurately, when the ball flew out of his foot, he hooked half of the corners of his lips and laughed evilly, and look at how Yan Jiu took the move this time!

Young Master Yan Jiu was still not in a hurry, he didn't think about hiding at all, his two arms blocked in front of him, and the ball was kicked in his hand, and it bounced out with a "bang".

"Foul!" The person next to the opponent hurriedly raised his hand to signal to the referee, this is handball, Keju in this era is similar to some rules of football, one of the common points is that the entire arm below the shoulder is not allowed to actively touch the ball.

"Deliberately, deliberately! He did it on purpose! You have to remember the warning!" The rest of the opposing class also shouted at the referee, if they recorded two warnings, they would be sent off, and then the Qingzhu class would have one less personnel on the field, so they would naturally be at a disadvantage.

"Yan Jiu, did you do it on purpose!" Yuan Chang was angry, and rushed over and grabbed Young Master Yan Jiu's placket.

"yes. Young Master Yan Jiu said calmly and indifferently, "I haven't practiced." ”

Yuan Chang glared at Young Master Yan Jiu and gritted his teeth for a while, and finally lowered his voice and said fiercely: "If it weren't for Yan Xiaopang's sake, I would have to let you taste my fist!" After that, he pushed Young Master Yan Jiu away and ran away hatefully.

Young Master Yan Jiu stretched the placket of his chest that was torn by Yuan Chang, glanced at the girls' class with a partial face, and saw that Yan Qi had already jumped up the big rope there again like a peeing cow pill, and couldn't help muttering: "It's miserable." ”

Young Master Yan Jiu received a warning from the referee, and the game restarted, and this time the boys in the opposing class could see it: this is the loophole of the Qingzhu class!

You come and go on the field, filled with the roars of a group of boys who are in the period of voice change and the sound of collisions between feet and balls, bodies and bodies, no matter how powerful Yuan Chang is, he is only one person after all, although the scene is still dominated by the Qingzhu class, but in view of the inaction of Young Master Yan Jiu, who has no collectivist spirit at all, on the field, the goal of the Qingzhu class will occasionally fall into danger.

"Kick him, kick him!"

"Run! Run!"

"Shoot! Oops! Where are you shooting!"

The boys in the other class saw some hope of fighting against the Qingzhu class, and they became a little impatient, and there were more and more collisions and pushes in the confrontation, and the smell of gunpowder between the two sides became stronger and stronger, and they almost started to move several times.

Persimmon wants to pick up the soft pinch, and finally after being shot and scored by the Qingzhu class again, the love of the boys in the other class is out of control, and a pockmarked boy with a pockmarked face rushed towards the young master Yan Jiu who was walking slowly in front of him, how could the young master Yan Jiu be guarded, "bang" He was knocked out with a bang, he was already enrolled earlier than others, and he was a male student of the same level who was tall and strong, plus this pockmarked face was deliberately forced, this time he actually knocked Young Master Yan Jiu out of three or four meters away, and he lay on the ground and didn't move.