In the evening, when the swordsman came to my room, we discussed how to enter the man's room.

The swordsman said that the man slept late every day, he had been at the inn for three months, and the man was the last person to sleep in the entire inn. So, we waited in the house until midnight, and since Dream was scared, I asked Xifeng to stay and take care of her. And I followed the swordsman to investigate.

At night, quietly, the occurrence of the murder made the entire inn covered in a layer of fog, especially at night, which was exceptionally quiet. The man's room was in the backyard of the inn, and the swordsman familiarly took me there. When we arrived, the lights in the man's room were still on.

"What is he doing at such a late hour?" I looked at the swordsman and wondered.

The swordsman didn't speak, and leaned lightly to the man's window. I followed.

Under the light, the guy was crying while packing his clothes, and he seemed to be talking about something. What is he crying about? After a while, the guy took out a black night coat from the closet, held the clothes and said, "Don't blame me, he forced me to ......." ”

Who's pushing him? The swordsman and I looked at each other. Seeing that the guy put on his night clothes, wiped away his tears, and was probably going out, we hurriedly hid on the roof. As soon as he went up, the lights in the man's room went out, and then a dark shadow fell into the night sky.

"Go, follow him!" The swordsman got up and jumped from the roof.

This inn is not big, it is not small, now the guests are almost gone, only the swordsman and a few of us are left, so the inn is quieter than before, I looked, the moonlight tonight is not very bright, gray, it is estimated that it is covered by clouds, and the breathing of me and the swordsman sings and harmonizes in the quiet night.

The man walked lightly in the dark night, and we followed, as we had guessed before, he was psychics, so he walked fast, and it seemed that the destination was clear. So where did he go so late? Going out? I saw the guy go straight to the door of our room, walking left and right, deliberately making noise outside.

"Look, his usual tricks!" The swordsman stared at the guy tightly, as if he understood something.

I also understood that the dark shadow of that night was him.

He didn't know that the swordsman and I were watching him not far away, and walked back and forth in front of our door a few times, and not long after, the stream wind spoke vigilantly:

"Xiu, is that you?"

I was about to show up to catch the guy, but I was grabbed by the swordsman, who was unusually calm.

"Wait, look again! His accomplices have not yet appeared. ”

"Accomplices?"

"Have you forgotten that she told you that there was a giant monster?"

I remembered, yes, it was a dream that told me. She saw a huge monster, could there be any connection between them? I sank my heart and waited on the sidelines.

Inside the house, Xifeng saw that there was no answer outside, so he opened the door to check, and at this time, the man's play was staged, and he could flee to the backyard, Xifeng chased after him, and when I felt that I could appear, another thing appeared in front of the door of my room, and the swordsman whispered:

"The protagonist has entered!"

I couldn't believe my eyes, they were actually disguised! I saw that the man was stepping on stilts, wearing a long-haired mask, wearing a bright red canopy, and there was a constant spurt of liquid from his mouth, and sure enough, it was similar to what the dream described, and before he could stand firm in front of the window, the stream breeze returned. The man immediately disappeared into the night, and the swordsman and I came to the front of the house, when the dream came out of it, and the brook approached me, and asked:

"Well, do you see who it is?"

I nodded.

"Why would he do that?" The swordsman frowned in thought, crouching on the ground to observe the liquid left behind by the monster.

"This isn't blood?" The swordsman stood up suddenly, and he told us that it was not blood, but a very strange liquid that had disappeared in less than half an hour after falling to the ground.

"No wonder, the deceased's room, including in front of our window that night, could not find a trace, he was too clever!" I finally figured out why I didn't find anything outside the house that night.

"Have a good night's sleep tonight, and dismantle the show tomorrow!" The swordsman stretched his waist and walked away with such a sentence.

Xifeng and I had been in front of the house, listening to him open and close the door again until he lay on the bed, and then entered the house.

This night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, why did he kill someone? This puzzle has been lingering in my mind, what is the secret ...... this inn.

The next day, as if we had said yes, we got up late, and the innkeeper was still cleaning up in the lobby with his buddies, and it seemed a little unexpected to see that we got up late. Still, he didn't say anything.

Today, there was no one else in the lobby, the man left with the child, and the others were probably gone. When we arrived, the swordsman was sitting alone in the corner, and when the innkeeper saw us coming, he hurriedly called out to the man for tea, and I thought that he might be a good boss......

"Did you sleep well last night?" The swordsman greeted me.

"It's okay." I replied. But the swordsman didn't let me go, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Look at that guy, how energetic, I guess I slept well last night."

I set my eyes on the man, he was very young, he talked less, he was obedient to the innkeeper, he had lived for so many days, and he had never heard any dissatisfaction, and he was alone in serving tea and pouring water, cleaning the yard, and cooking. Hearing the swordsman's compliment, the man was a little embarrassed, but the innkeeper laughed and sighed to us:

"This child, who has no parents since he was a child, was only nine years old when he first came here, and our grandfather has been with each other until now, but he is also content!"

"I'm afraid I'm not satisfied, right?" The swordsman's cold voice rang out. I could hear the meaning of that.

"Hehehe, this guest, you have also lived with me for a few days, where did you see that our two are not satisfied? If you want to say that you are not satisfied, your house money is still paid for you by this son! ”

"Don't worry, when I get your bounty, won't I be able to pay it back?" The swordsman asked rhetorically.

"Heh, you've found the murderer?" The innkeeper looked at him suspiciously.

"That's right," the swordsman got up, walked over to the fellow, and patted him on the shoulder, perhaps because the fellow was weak-hearted, and I saw that his hand holding the teapot trembled a little. The swordsman, on the other hand, walked up to the innkeeper and looked at him squarely.

"The most terrible and shrewd murderer is you!"

"What are you talking nonsense, are you crazy to think about Yinliang!" The innkeeper was furious and stared at the swordsman fiercely. If the eyes could kill people, this would have become a battlefield long ago.

"It's hard to walk on stilts!" I walked slowly to the innkeeper's side, looking at this familiar face, but I couldn't see a trace of fierceness.

"You're ......!" The innkeeper's face gradually turned iron-blue, and after a moment of silence, he returned to normal.

"Why doubt me?"

"Your buddy's psychic skills are very good, but his courage is too small, and every time he finishes disposing of a corpse with you, he won't talk for a long time, right!" The swordsman turned his gaze to the man to the side, who was huddled in the corner, his hands clutching the rag.

"What does that mean?" The innkeeper replied lightly.

"And what about the nightwear in his closet?"

"Hehe, it's just a piece of clothing!"

"They bought it when they stayed at the inn, right?" The swordsman pointed at us and questioned the innkeeper.

"Your eyes haven't taken off since they entered the inn, probably then, you planned! When the women died before, the entire inn didn't hear any movement, and that's because your accomplice, this guy, poisoned the food, so. Every corpse was found at dawn, including the woman from yesterday, right? There was a coldness in the swordsman's eyes as he stared at the innkeeper.

"If it's me, then why is she's okay?" The inn pointed to the dream, and asked the swordsman rhetorically.

"The first time, you didn't have time to do it, because we are not mortals, and the second time, that is, last night, you were afraid that we would leave, so you did it again, but it was just a drama we played for the two of you! My dreams don't scare you twice! I hugged the dream and brushed a strand of her hair, and I always felt that I had failed to protect her from what I had experienced that night.

The innkeeper looked at me incredulously, as if not believing the hostility of my gentle pale blue eyes, but I knew myself, and that was my promise to my dreams.

"Well, now tell us, why did you take the hair of the deceased?"

"You know that, too?"

The innkeeper understood that he could not hide it at all, and looked at the man, and then at us.

"Don't look at him, he's just your puppet!"

"I'm ......!"

Under our pressure step by step, finally, he compromised:

"It was at the end of the last spiritual convention, when I was very young, and I came here with my father, because my father had a good craft, so he started to run this inn, and the spiritual conference was something I heard about later, and many of the guests had the word "spiritual magic" in their mouths. Therefore, slowly, I also had a longing for spiritual arts, hoping that one day I would also have some spiritual arts, but my father thought it was ridiculous, he thought that I was a mortal, and I should do my duty as a mortal, so I had to give up and seriously study my father's way of business, and later, a strange woman came to the store. She was dressed in red, with long flowing hair and ......a smile on her face. She came over and asked me softly, can I live here? I nodded, and she stayed there. ”

I saw a smile on the innkeeper's face. From his gaze, you can see that these memories are sweet.

"And then?" I asked him.

"In my time with her, I fell in love, she taught me spiritual arts, I cooked for her, and then, she suddenly fell ill, her smile gradually decreased, and she became very haggard, and ......, her hair fell out overnight, and one day, she suddenly broke the mirror and jumped into the well......."

The innkeeper suddenly began to sob, like a child, and began to cry before our eyes.

"So, you were jealous of the other women's hair and killed them, right?" The swordsman drew his sword and pointed it at the innkeeper's neck.

This time the innkeeper did not refute, kept looking at the door, and when another string of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, he held down the swordsman's sword.